Concrete Jungle

by Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera

A cartel hitman, an ex soldier, a wayward gunmen with no cause, an ex KGB agent, & a familiar family oriented coke addicted thug find their way to sunny LS finding themselves around similar scum. Immoral car salesmen, low life bangers, king pins, & hackers. When an eventual rift in the friendship divides their destinies, alliances shift & none of them will ever be the same again.

42. Blood Ties

Ivan

"You motherfuckers!" He cried out as the Carson Avenue thugs attacked. Sugar grabbed a Glock 17 from the glove box and rolled onto her stomach out of the car onto the ground returning fire. She hit one of the Carson's in the chest. The man went down and Ivan nailed two of them, the first, he hit in the left eye, the second he hit with five in the neck.

Tyson, still weeping, buried his head into the lifeless Leela's chest. The Carson gangsters fired upon him as he was hugging her close and several slugs entered Leela's back and at least one more went through and hit him. He fell back and she collapsed on top of him. He didn't mean to use her as a human shield he was simply grieving but Ivan knew that were it not for Leela, even in death, Tyson would have been killed. A Baller with dark skin and cornrows standing at five foot eleven with a broad chest and shoulders wearing a black t shirt and a purple bandanna around his neck plus baggy blue jeans, started firing running forward to try and get to his OG. "Come on, brotha we gotta get you a doctor my nigga come on!"

Tyson screamed, "We can't just leave her!" Ivan told him, "There's nothing you can do for her now!" The Ballas from the neighborhood rained down rounds on the Carson gangsters and those that remained, including the light skinned bald OG Ivan recognized before, retreated to their dark green Sabres and retreated. Ivan fired off his magazine at the Original Gangster. "MARVIN'S A DEAD MAN, YOU HEAR ME?! DEAD!" Ivan screamed as he saw he hit at least one of them through the window as they tore away driving up Strawberry Avenue.

"The cornrowed gangster helped Tyson walk and Ivan carried Leela's body. They loaded into their cars and began to drive to Central LS. The Ballas in the area took Ivan's as well as the others and went to get rid of them and picked up the shells in the streets. One of the Ballas, a dark skinned black male with curly hair in a Panics jersey, blue jeans and a red bandana stated, "I rather get a charge for tampering with evidence and obstruction of justice than a 187,"

Ivan stated, "We were just in a shootout with Carson gangsters so we may not want to drop Tyson off at Central LS. Do you know any other options?" The South Side Baller nodded. "Yeah..I know this dude outta El Burro Heights that sometimes helps people from the hood out for a fee..."

Sugar was crying and the SSB member kept pressure on Tyson's wound. Ivan hugged Sugar tight to comfort her and she sobbed in his chest. The black male looked at him. "You Baba Yaga right? I'm Skinny Charles. When Tyson's rested up enough, we're riding on Carson but in the meantime while he's laid up you and me can probably look into some other shit like trying to find Marvin's punk ass OG...we been wanting to get him for a while."

Ivan nodded. "Yes. Whatever you need, I'm here. Leela was my friend..." He looked at al the bl;ood of her s that was over each of the. He would not cry about her now but he wondered if he might later.

Neto

Demon's Dilemma

Neto walked up into Demon's canton and knocked. He spotted a brown skinned Mexican woman with curly black hair and pretty brown eyes exiting the house along with four children that looked suspiciously like Demon. "Who are you, mister?" Asked a young boy of about six wearing a black and gray striped t shirt and blue shorts with a buzz cut. His eyes were full of wonder. "My name is Neto, little man. Y tu?"

"Mi llamo Angelo."

"Nice to meet you."

He smiled and he looked up to the woman. "You with Sione?"

She shook her head. " I'm Tracey. Once upon a time. But men like that, they don't change. He's got a lot of family drama. In a normal family, if you're Mexicano and Samoan, it aint a problem. But when one of you is an Azteca and you got a cousin repping the Sons, it's a major problem."

Neto said, "Hey, weren't you at the quincinera?" She nodded. "Yeah, we didn't get to meet but didn't stay long. No offense, I've met enough cholo to last a lifetime."

Neto visiually didn't let the words phase him but he said, "Es firme. I've met enough non affiliated civilians to last me a lifetime."

"Fair enough," She said with a smile. Just then, Big Demon came outside and said, "Mira, Tracey. Come here...Neto, I'll be with you in a minute cause I need your help with something, carnal..."

He went outside and started talking to her in Spanish. Finally they left and Demon came up. Santa Muere asked, "¿Qué rollo con el hoyo?"

(What's going on?)

"Escucha, tengo malas noticias, hermano. Los Usos secuestraron a Gata. No sé por qué. Están abajo en mi capo primos. Esto tiene que ser Foga ... Yo no quiere hacer nada hacia él. Pensé que las calles lo atraparían. Pensé que él era el mismo camino conmigo. Pero Dimples dijo que se la arrebató. No podía llegar a ella a tiempo. Lo que ella dijo fue que tenía un mal presentimiento. De la misma manera que lo hizo cuando fue secuestrada y violada."

(Listen, I got bad news, bro. The Usos kidnapped Gata. I don't know why. They're down in my primos hood. This has to be Foga...I didn't want to do anything towards him. I just figured the streets would get him. I thought he was the same way with me. But Dimples said she got snatched couldn't get to her in time. What she did say was that she got a bad feeling. The same way she did when she was kidnapped and raped.)

"Let's go help her then."

He checked his cell and Demon's dark eyes lit up. "Dimples is following a carload of Uso's said they're heading towards Chumash by way of Vespucci Beach."

He had his car ready and he got inside. Nata was ready to roll too. She wasn't about to let a hermana get left like that. Demon turned to Neto. "You mind calling up Oso? Por serio carnal. I'll pay him if he comes with us."

Neto nodded. "I can try, yeah..."

Demon got a call from Dimples. He answered just as Neto was dialing Paul. "Bro, listen, you know Gata from the neigborhood, right?"

"Yeah. Sexy scrawny Colombian chick in Rancho. We parties a few times, man. You gotta take me to more Azteca parties, dude. Seriously."

"This isn't a social call, wey. She got snatched up by the Sons Of Polynesia, homes. We don't know what they're planning but you remember that pedo from the quincinera with Sionne and his primo? We think Foga took her just to lure Demon into a fight. Gata's a good friend, and we need all hands on deck. Where are you?"

"I'm near the apartment. I can come. No questions asked. I'm with you."

Demon was still talking to Dimples but he got off not long after that. "Dimples is scoping them out. She said my cousin's there. I hoped it wouldn't come to this shit but he wants to kill me. There's nothing I can do."

"Damn your own cousin did that to you? We gotta put a hit out on that puto if he aint still there when we find him."

Big Demon sighed. "Me and Foga haven't been familia since we were chavalitos...nowadays...Gata is mi hermana...I once saw Foga as my brother but now...no. I wish we could turn it back even outside of the gang but..it's too late."

They pulled up to the apartment and saw Paul waiting outside but Neto also saw Mai with him. "You mind if I bring Mai along?" Neto looked at Demon and he nodded, "Sure but I don't think we've been properly introduced.I'm Sione. Besides, of all the people to try and crash their meeting they won't be expecting someone like her."

"Mai Thu."

Demon told her, "Well I appreciate the help but I only got room for one more."

"That's okay," She said. "We'll follow you."

They headed north to Chumash. They rode in silence and Neto respected that because he knew the weight of what was to come was on him. It was a long drive but finally, they arrived. Paul and Mai were behind them. They were creeping low in some tall grass. The Lost MC were there too. The Aztecas quietly tooled up. Neto readied himself with an AA-12. Mai had an AR-18. Paul had a G3. Demon solemnly loaded up an AK-74. Nata was there as well carrying a Spas 12. He also spotted some more Aztecas that he had seen before not just the close inner circle. He also saw La Calaca the Azteca from Rancho. He'd seen her around the block a few times since the shootout with Carson Avenue.

She wore a a pair of blue pants with suspenders over a blue denim top which showed off her flat abdomen and her circular shaped navel./ She also wore a blue rag on her left shoulder and a black fedora plus large silver hoop earrings. She carried an AK-47. Licha wore a dark blue tank top and gray dickies plus a Pounders cap on backwards. She had a teal bandanna to put over her face. For a weapon, she had an MP5. Zorra wore a white wife beater and a black beanie that read LS on it plus beige khakis. She carried two Uzi's. El Camello wore a black t shirt that read Aztlan on it and he wore his usual shades. For pants he wore blue dickiies. He had a UMP.

Ortega also carried a P90. "De acuerdo Chico. Están tratando de venderla a The Lost Motorcycle Club. Que ella sea "propiedad" de su club. Sólo que la diferencia es que no podía ir y venir como algunas chicas," He informed Big Demon.

(Okay, chico. They're trying to sell her to The Lost Motorcycle Club. Have her be 'property' of their club. Only, the difference is she couldn't come and go like some of the girls.)

"Ortega, ¿cómo conoces esta mierda?"

(Ortega, how do you know this shit?)

"Estos chicos lo han estado haciendo por un tiempo. Han cogido a algunas chicas y las han encadenado y las han consentido. Si una chica es del condado de Blaine podría darles alguna libertad, pero muchas de las mujeres que toman de otros condados, otras ciudades, que bastante tienen que vivir en sus bares y sus clubes," Answered El Camello.

(These guys have been doing it for a while. They've taken some girls and strung them out and pimped them out. If a girl is from Blaine County they might give them some freedom but a lot of the women they take from other counties, other cities, they pretty much have to live at their bars and their clubhouses.)

"Están enfermos. Hasta el último de ellos. Ortega, ¿por qué tenemos una alianza con estos violadores? Odio los clubes de motos," Complained Licha in a whisper.

(They're sick. Every last one of them. Ortega, why do we even have an alliance with these rapists? I hate motorcycle clubs. )

El Pajaro, who was loading up two Uzis himself sneered, "You act like vatos in the barrio never mistreat their women. I mean don't get me wrong. Bikers are still gay."

"I know a lot of you are assholes," Said Zorra adding to Licha's point. "But at least homegirls can actually be part of the cliqua. We got a say. We can get jumped in or fucked in. It's not the same choice with dudes cause people assume vatos would enjoy that too much and see it as a hook up instead of a test and peope assume homegirls hate it..."

"Nobody would ever accuse you of hating sex, Zora , don't you worry," Pajaro said with a smirk. "Fuck you!" She replied. Ortega scolded the Salvadoran. "This is not the time for your bullshit. We're about to go to war. Later for your shit talking, pues."

"But she's right," Said Nata. "Homeboys my not always respect us especially the ones who spread their legs to get in but isn't it the same shit for if a dude gets blessed in? People look at that like you deserved the honor but the truth is you look at that guy like he didn't really earn it either. Like he deserves even less respect than a girl that did it to get in at least that was through doing something. You got blessed in, you're more of a leva in my eyes than a girl on her back."

"Fuck politics," Stated Demon. "We're here to get my hermana out of there. And you're right. I know that to the Lost or the Angels or the Huns all a woman can ever be is property. Us and the mayates, at least we let the homegirls get down. For all that shit from gavachos about how we don;'t respect women in our society or our gangas, they should take a look at their own."

They readied their weapons. Neto was also presented with a Barrett M82. He zoomed in with Sniper Rifle. He made his nest in the hills while the rest of the Aztecas took the long way around. He aimed down his sights.

A Caucasian Lost MC member with greasy black hair, Medditerenean features and blue eyes and a black soul patch walked up to Foga. "So you say you got something that might interest us, huh?"

"Yeah," Replied the large Polynesian. "I know ya'll always be needing new bitches for your full patches hell even probates if you feeling generous. We willing to hand her off to you. No questions asked. No charge."

"Aint nothing in life free," Stated the biker. "Johnny K wouldn't like this little transaction. He doesn't like the idea of us turning out girls."

"Oh this aint no pimp shit, homie. This is just for property of the Lost Motorcycle Club. I know all these stupid ho's come out here from the Midwest and other places nobody give a fuck about. Thinking they're gonna act and shit. Then they end up partying with you niggas. But sometimes those ho's got families that miss em."

"And you just so happen to think they woudn't miss this skank?" Asked the biker with a sneer. "Naw. Cause for starters this bitch is a gangster herself. Or at least she used to be till she found herself in our neighborhood,. we aint laid a hand on her aside from the beating we had to give her."

Two Samoan gangsters brought forth the half Chicana half Col;ombian removing the bag from her head. She wore a black top revealing her stomach still and she worte black jeans. She was sweating and Neto could see it from the view. There was blood caked on her lower lip. She trembled. Fga moved her forward. "Come here, bitch..."

"What gang did she used to belong to?" Demanded an African American biker with dark black skin and beady eyes. "She used to be an Azteca. But you can't tell me you wouldn't hit that shit. I don't even like Mexican bitches and I'd fuck her," Stated Foga. "So why didn't you?" Demanded the Lost MC Treasuror. "Man I was handing her over."

"Like the man said," the black biker stated. "Aint nothing free. So what you want for her? Don't assume we'll even take her. I mean she look like she can polish a knob but her pussy's probably beat to all hell..."

"I just want a sit down with Martin Madrazo."

"Thought you Samoan fellas don't like Mexicans?" Asked a shaved headed Lost member with sunburnt skin. "We don't like Vagos or Aztecas or Marabunta. But if we're finna win this war in my home town, we need an upper hand on this shit. If I can get more of that nose candy motherfuckers like and rock it up, we can beat the Mexicans i competitoon no sweat. We can already beat them at the weed game. Aint no good bud ever come from no Mexican everybody knows that," Stated another Samoan a man with thick curluy almost reddish hair, clearly mixed.

Neto saw Demon getting in position. "So all you want is Madrazo's number, huh? I thought you guys were already slinging..." The Lost leader asked. "We been slinging cream but as far as yayo, we mostly rip and run with the scraps, dude. Take their shit from em and sell it to their own customers."

"And this bitch...it's not like shaking a dick in a doorway down there, is it?" Asked a Mexican American member of the Lost with a mohawk hairstyle and hazel eyes. "Nope," Stated a female member with a dark blue bandanna tied around her neck plus a green one around her foreead wearing a black midriff top and blue jeans. She was pretty with deep brown skin, in decent shape but curvy. It would be a shame to waste her. "I checked her out. She's straight," Said the female member.

Demon told Neto on the head set," We're in position. Start raining vallas on these fuckers!" Neto aimed for the curly haired gang banger near Foga who had an Uzi to Gata's back. He fired obliterating the back of the man's skull/. He then switched to aiming at the Mexican Lost member putting a bullet through his heart. The gangster was dead before he hit the ground. The Samoans and Bikers barely had time to draw their guns before Neto was already putting a round through the eye of the African American biker. The Lost Treasuror ran to cover but he did manage to wing him in the shoulder just before he got to cover behind a Zombie. "FUCK!" Screamed the biker gang member.

Foga fired his Glock 17 as he saw Aztecas coming. "Fuck you, Demon! You aint getting her back!" A Samoan with a sawed off shotgun fired a shot striking an Azteca from Blaine County in both legs wounding him badly. Before he could fre the other barrel, Neto fired striking him in the neck. El Pajaro came in blazing as did Nata and Chela. They dropped three Samoan gangsters and two bikers in a heart beat. "Fuck ya'll bitches!" Yelled Foga as he dropped another gangster.

Ortega had more Blaine Condado soldados pouring in by the truckload. "You fucked up now! Meth head putos!" Yelled a paisa from Durango. He fired two Glock 22's striking a Lost member each with each pistol but he was quickly hit by a blast from a Caucasian Lost member with blonde hair, tied in a man bun, green eyes tattoos up and down his neck and a nose piercing. He hit the man him with a Striker. Were it not for the gunfight Neto would have burst into laughter. The Paisa bro went down with the blast in his chest and exited his back. Neto aied the AA-12 screaming, "Mine's bigger than yours," He fired three rounds into the man's stomach. The man ell over as the powerful round revealed his intestines exposed as the powerful rounds went through flesh, blood vessels and muscle. He died screaming.

Neto then fired striking an Uso gang member in the right and left knee cap, the man had dark brown skin and strong indigenous features and wore a dark blue plaid shirt and a green bandanna tied around his forehead. He almost looked like he could be Mexican based on his features or Native American based on his height but he was a full Samoan. Th man screamdd in agony as his large knees were exposed bloodied and mangled the destroyed flesh mixed in with the fabric of his tattered blue jeans. "AHHHHH! YOU FUCKING BITCH! ARGGGGGGHHHH!" He shrieked. Neto cruelly imitated his scream before sticking the shotgun in his mouth and pulling the trigger.

""Fuck you south side bitches!" Screamed a Samoan with curly hair and light brown skin as he fired a Mac-10 at Netpo. He struck him with ten rounds. Mai fired her Assault Rifle at him in retaliation striking the man with five rounds up and down his left arm. The gang member, who wore a mint green Corkers cap and baggy blue jeans plus a crisp white t shirt as many black and Mexican gangsters often did, fell. He dropped his weapon. El Pajaro yelled out, "Hey, I guess that makes you a head hunter now, homes! Just like these vatos!" He said as he beckoned to the blown off head of the Samoan he had shot. "We're some Samoan warriors, mayne! You Aztecs aint shit defeated in 80 days, bruh!" Screamed a scrawny Pacific Islander with wavy black hair dark brown skin and almost Asian like eyes. "I aint from Mexico, pendejo! salvadoreño!"

"Man fuck a Salvadoran, fool! Ya'll aint known for nothing but being discount Mexicans. Why you aint tatted up in the face and carrying a machete with the rest of your people?!"

"Too busy fucking Samoan putas, homes! They're a bit on the chubby side but I like that, eh!" The Samoan talking shit fired an SMG from cover. "At least I won't ever get deported! Hawaii and Samoa is part of America, bruh! We crack ya'll Ese's on the football field and on the streets! Plenty of us in football none of you!"

"Man, you fools lost to the jueros too! And it's only Western Samoa that is part of the states," Shouted Neto back. Pajaro also added, "Talk to me when you motherfuckers win an olympic medal!"

The Salvadoran took two rounds in the right shoulder from a Samoan gangster firing a 9mm after the Samoan had taken fire from Calaca who had shot his SMG from his hands. Calaca fired the last eighteen rounds of her magazine into the chests of two barrel chested Uso's downing them both. Zorra let the automatic weapons in both hands rip tearing into three Lost MC gang members hitting them in the backs of the three bikers as she flanked their position. Ortega dropped two Uso's with the P90 hitting a tall one with eight rounds in the forehead and another with six in the right leg. The man wore a dark green jersey and he fell over bleeding out as two rounds hit his femoral artery. He writhed on the ground as two of his homies tried to drag him to cover.

Paul sprayed the G36 dropping an Uso about his height and stature, a man with a mustache and goatee with dark brown skin wearing a dark green Feuds t shirt and baggy blue jeans and dark blue Eris sneakers. He hit the man with nine rounds in the chest and two more hit his solar plexus. The man fell over but reached for his Sig sidearm. "Jesus, how many slugs does it take to drop you?!" Cried Paul before firing a bursst into the side of his skull.

Licha fired a barrage of rounds from the H&K trying to cover Ortega who was now pinned down behind a Lost MC van. She dropped two Lost members with headshots and wounded a third with three in the chest and one in the back. Mai reloaded and she saw a carload of Samoan gangsters barreling towards them spraying automatics out the window and she saw two Blaimne County Aztecas go down in the storm of Mac-10 rounds. She pulled the pin on a grenade with her teeth as she saw they were coming towards her and Paul. She threw it at the car and it went off on their wimndhield. The blast caught the engine on fire and the shrapnel killed everybody in the front seat wounding the two in the back as the flaming car flipped over as the driver had involuntarily flipped the wheeels as he landed on the steering wheel turning over as he slumped. The car exploded before the two wounded in the back could get out.

A female Samoan gangster fired an AK-47 at Mai striking her in the back. She was pretty she hhad light brown skin and a lighter shade of brown hair, and was curvy. She looked about twenty two or so. She wore a dark blue blouse showing off her ample cleavage and sky blue jeans plus a green Corkers hat on backwards. "You fucking bitch! I recognize your ass! You're with the Da Nang bitches!" Mai veered into cover as the Samoan woman sprayed at her. She fired blindly from around the side as she went right behind the Felon she was behind,. She heard her cry out and she came out from cover. She had hit her in the hand. The woman went for a Beretta sidearm and Mai warned her, /"Don't do it!" She fired striking the woman in both breasts shredding her with nineteen rounds.

As Mai checked to make sure she was dead, she looked to see the woman had blood in her mouth and was trying to breathe but was choking on her own blood. She saw fear in her dark eyes. She saw a blown off ring finger where she had hit her. She looked and saw a bloody engagement ring. Her mouth dropped open in surprise for a moment as she saw just how young and scared the young gangster chick looked. She wondered who she was engaged to. She wondered if the man was here among them or if he was back in their own neighborhood. "I'm sorry..." She said softly.

As Lost MC and Uso backup arrived, the Aztecas were pinned down having to duck into cover. Nata fired the Spas 12 from cover trying to pick off as many as she could. The Samoan gangsters were rolling through in g rides while more Lost were coming in Burritos and on Zombies.

This was supposed to be a quick rescue but had turned into a standoff and Neto realized with frustration they still hadn't rescued Gata yet. He turned to see a Lost member with an M4 firing at Chela wounding her with three rounds in her left leg. She had dropped four bikers herself before this happened. She fell over but she fired her own AK-12 from the ground striking the man in the right hip before he took cover. Nata fired upon a Caucasian Lost member who was firing a Tec 9 from his bike and she blew off the right side of his skull with a headshot. His bike crashed into another Lost member, a man who was half Caucasian and half Korean with a buzz cut and tattoos all over his face. The bike hit him in the torso and pinned him under it.

He coughed up blood as his ribs were broken and they punctured his lung. He had a compound fracture in his right arm too. She took his own SMG from him. "Highway to hell..." She breathed looking down at him and the bike before she fired a seven round burst into his face. The first round chipped off his nose. The second went through his left cheek and exited out of his ear. The third blasted off his top lip ripping through the flesh. The fourth went through his right cheek bone. The fifth hit him in his two front teeth destroying them. The sixth hit him in the jaw breaking it. The seventh went between his eyes. She then sprayed the remaining magazine from it at a Burrito as more gang members arrived. "How many of these fuckers are there, homes?!" Cried Ortega as he hit one of them in the bladder with six rounds just as he came out of the back but took cover as they rained Assault Rifle rounds at him.

Foga had a Remington and was firing at every Azteca he saw. He blasted the lower jaw off of a Honduran gang member at fifteen feet away, he fired striking a hyna from Rancho who had come to back up Demon, striking her in the belly. He then struck another in the face with the shotgun, a man of Chumash descent from Rancho before he fired the load into his face. As an Azteca Glendale rolled up the street, the large half Samoan half black gangster fired up on the car striking the driver in the throat. "We got you surrounded on all sides, punk!" Yelled the leader of the gang. "You aint going anywhere and we still got your bitch! Or I should say the Lost do!"

Gata was being forced to walk by a Caucasian gang memnber with curly brown gair and gray eyes. She noticed he had a knife disquised as a tool around his necklace as many bikers did. She grabbed it despite her hands being tied, pulled it out and plunged it into his juggular. "Arhhhh...bitch...ugh..." He fell to the ground unable to talk further as the blade went deeper. Neto finalluy got to her as he saw two Uso's trying to get to Gata. Neto fired a shot in the back of the first ones head blowing away the fabric of his Feuds hat and he blasted an orange sized hole in the back of his skull blowing his brains out and he even saw the brain stem exposed.

He fired at the second blowing out the man's right shoulder blade. A second round blasted through his back and ame out of his right breast. He grabbed Gata shielding her as automatic rounds from four Uso's hit him. "Neto!" She cried hugging him. "Stay down, mija!" Paul came forward firing as did Mai. They both killed one of the Uso's and wounded one.

The one Mai wounded was a large heavy set Samoan man with long hair tied back in a black ponytail and a five oclock shadow. He was overweight and stood at six foot one. He was pulled to cover as he had been shot in the left knee and left shin by Mai plus had one round in his chest. The other gang member was a female gang member, the curvy chick from before. She had a round in her right elbow, and in her left hip but she was still somehow able to drag the big man to cover behind one of the deceased Uso's parked dark blue Voodoo's.

Despite the heavy amount of casualties the Aztecas had laid into the Lost and the Uso's they had in fact taken more losses as all of the backup soldiers that both Demon and Ortega had called in were dead. Those who remained were Neto, Mai, Paul, Demon, Ortega, Licha, Zorra, Chela, Pajaro, Camello, Calaca, Nata, Gata, and Dimples. Still, about a dozen Azteca corpses littered the ground meaning they had lost almost half of their numbers . The problem was, that there was at least that many Lost members still in the fight and about the same amount of Uso's so the Aztecas were outnumbered and outgunned despite having the initial edge with the element of surprise.

Nata took three rounds from a Lost gang member firing an MP5. She was wounded too. This was not good. The Aztecas had some numbers left but with several of them wounded the odds were even less favorable. Neto got an idea. He got on one of the Daemon's

that was still running the engine revving. He tore up the road and Mai called out, "Neto, what are you fucking crazy?! You don't even have a helmet!" Nata grinned despite her wounds. "No...he's not crazy. He's Santa Muerte. He's like a Mexican Crazy Horse."

He shouted back, "Don't need one, Mama San! I'm not the one who's gonna be banged up!" He sped forwards two Lost members who were firing M4A1's both of which had killed at least three of the Aztecas that were now dead between the two of them. They spotted him coming and they started unloading at him as he drove towards them. He took the rounds in the chest but he also took two in the right shoulder. He finally bailed off the bike and the bike crashed into two of them sending one flying back breaking the man's legs as he landed while pinning the other under the bike. Neto's shoulder had been dislocated. He stood up in a world of pain. He'd skinned both knees pretty badly and they were ripped and bleeding through his pants.

He hobbled over to the biker who had been sent flying. The man was writhing in pain coughing up blood from a broken rib. He had a thick brown beard and curly brown hair. He looked like he could be in ZZ Top. Neto asked him, "You wouldn't mind helping me, would you?"

The guy coughed up blood unable to answer. Neto told him, "I dion't need much, just stay very still okay?" With that, he slammed himself down on the biker as hard as he could body slamming him under his weight and strength but in doing so he also popped his shoulder back into place on the ground. "AHHHHHH! STUPID BITCH! LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!" With that he grabbed the man's face and slammed his hard into the ground three times. He withdrerw his bowie knife as he lay there on the ground, oblivious to the gunfight still going on with what remained of the Lost and the Uso's. He put some meth on it and snorted it. "WHOO! THAT SHIT KICKS LIKE A MULE WITH HIS BALLS DUCT TAPED!" He looked at the wounded Lost member and put some more of the drugs on the knife.

"You look like you're in serious pain, amigo. You want a bump?" The Lost member tried to snort it but he had a hard time lifting his head. Just as he was about top put it up his nostrils, Neto stabbed him in the nose. The man shrieked as the blade sliced through his nostrils. He stabbed again and the blade crunched through the cartilage as dark red blood sprayed from the man's wound like a geyser and the narcotics spilled onto the dirt. "LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO! NOBODY SNORTS OFF MY FILERJO BUT ME, BITCH!" He then turned the body of the biker around face down and wiped the blood off the knife all over his Lost MC patch. He made sure to smear the top rocker and the bottom rocker. He noticed he was still twitching barely conscious. The blade had not pushed his all the way up into his brain. Neto took the shit and snorted it off the blade, blood and all. He took the man's wallet and looked and saw a picture of the man with a blonde woman who looked like a biker chick plus three kids, a boy of about seven a girl of about five and another girl of about three.

He looked at his ID and said, "Well, Arthur Bates. If you gave me Aids today, I'm going to kill your entire family. You aint dead yet...I know you heard me..." He snorted and said, "Well. Time to reap your soul..." He put the blade into the back of his skull. He was spotted by Mai who saw what he had just done. "Jesus, Neto! Snorting off a fucking knife?! What's wrong with you?! I heard on the streets you were on ice but I didn't think it was true."

"Yeah...? You hear that from those Da Nang Boyz you been hanging with? Tell you what, Flower. You stay out of my business I stay out of yours."

He then got to his feet noticing a couple of Molotov cocktails that had been made behind the van but had not been used yet. He approached the still alive biker that was trapped under his bike much like the one Nata had killed. "What were you planning on doing with these?" Mai demanded kicking him in the side. The guy groaned in pain, "Fuck you, ya dirty bitch...you should be property of the Lost. You like leather, you like ACDC...and I can see a black bird tatted above that sweet tan ass of yours...let you know who you belong to..."

She pressed on the bike putting her weight onto it focusing on the area of the bike that was on top of his testicles which happened to be one of the wheels. He screamed like a little girl who dropped her ice cream. "Is that how you sound when you're getting off?" She taunted. "In that case I'll pass. I prefer real men..."

That was something not everybody knew about her. Often although in bed men lasted less time than females, it was presumed that if a man was hitting it right the woman was supposed to be louder even when the orgasm was real and the man was supposed to be quieter or silent completely but Mai enjoyed the grunting of a man in the throws of passion as much as men liked hearing women moan. Some times Neto had come home and heard some of the moans from her room. He had seen one of the vatos on the way out one time, some clean cut white boy who had told him, "Your room mate puts me to sleep like a baby..."

He was snapped back to what was going on by the bikers scream. "FUCK YOU! THIS WAS BUSINESS..."

"Your business was to treat a homegirl like a piece of meat. My business is to punish you for it," Neto stated. "I'm not gonna lie. In any gang there's disrespect to women. Some respect them but not all do. But you bikers are always on the same page. You treat hynas worse than Aztecas, Vagos, Ballas, Families, chingada, even Marabunta..."

"You're fucking kidding, right? The fucking rapist gang...?" Mai spat, "The rapist gang you got an alliance with. Don't think we don't know about that. Trevor let us know that much..."

"So it's you...who's been hitting us up...on Phillip's orders...Johnny is going to rip you al a new asshole..."

"I don't think he will," Mai said. "He's too strung out. Maybe 5 years ago, sure. But that's neither here nor there."

"Point is, though, while a lot of vatos may treat hynas like shit in that cliqua, aty least women can join. But you vatos don't even allow women in your shit. That's what's funny abut how you got women out here sometimes shooting people with you. Old ladies might do dirt sometimes but not usually. And they don't get any of the benefits of membership. If they get locked up for your stupid asses, there aren't female bikers so who watches them in a female pinta?"

Neto grabbed one of the cocktails. "Tu sabes...I imagine that getting burned alive with one of these bitches must hurt like hell, man. All that glass in you, flames up and down your body, flammable liquid keeping it that way. But then I think what would hurt even more? Maybe if I was being burned alive..." He lit the rag. "While I was trapped under a bike. Those handle bars, the rest of it heating up on me while I was already burning to death...I can't imagine...so why don't you let me know?"

"No, man...don't!" He tossed the cocktail on him and he was engulfed in flames as was the bike. He screamed like a demon in hell. "ARGHHHHHHH! FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK GRGHGHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA! MAMA!" He howled as he was burned by both the flames themselves and the bike as it too was on fire and as he was still pinned. Neto watched with a sick smirk on his face. Mai aimed her Rifle at him to finish him off. He put his hand on the butt of it. "No. He doesn't get to die a quick and easy death."

"You're sick for enjoying this!" He told her, "Mija I don't know how you survived war if you can't handle one biker burning alive. Look at him. He wanted to make you property. He was willing to use Gata as just another hole for his dick. He's a piece of shit and he deserves this. Now get back over to Paulito. He needs your help. I'll be right there."

Mai saw that Demon had taken a round int the left arm too. The Aztecas that remained were still alive but they were sitting ducks.

The man was still screaming but it became more faint. Mai ran back to the gunfight veering cover to cover. Neto took one of the Redwoods from the back pocket of Arthur and walked back over to the Lost member being tortured and asked, "Hey homes. Got a light?" He chuckled at his own joke and lit it with the flames of the screaming biker. He watched taking a drag as the man's flesh peeled off bit by bit and as his hair was melted into his scalp which was losing more and more flesh and as the fabric of his biker outfit was inside his skin. Neto took another dragHe began to walk away from the burning wreckage and finally the bike exploded and the man's misery was finally over all though it must have seemed like an eternity even though it wasn't.

The explosion also blew up the Lost van near it but before it had, Neto was sure to grab the other cocktail.

He made his way back to the Usos and saw Foga was trying to shoot Demon out of cover. "Come on., cuz! You can't hide from me forever!"

Demon yelled, "Don't do this! Whichever one of us dies, the other is going to have to explain to tjhe mother. I don't want to break my Auntie's heart and I know you don't want to break yours!"

"Nah homie, this shit is for life. You stopped being my motherfuckimg relative the day you joined the scraps. Instead of a real Samoan clique."

"You just joined the same group that was fucking with you! It wasn't just the Vagos! I would respect your cliqua more if it just stood as Usos on its own. Not being a Sub Family set!"

"Says the guy who went more with his Mexican side, right?"

"You're full of shit, Foga. The Aztecas accepted amoans long before the Usos existed. It was started by one of us. He's our relative remember?"

"That might b but now it's mostly Mexicans and Salvadorans now, man and before that was before all that Onda shit. Besides, West LS was too far away from the Beach where we stay at even if we did want to get down. You fools hated the Va Ho's as much as us for a long time don't play me."

One of the Samoans, a light brown skinned man with a shaved head called out, "You may as well give the bitch up and come out! We all got you surrounded!" Just then, automatic rounds rang ourt and the bald Samoan fell over with fourteen slugs in his back and three more were killed after that. Foga looked to see three cars, a yellow Tornado, a black Stallion and a light blue Voodoo pull up. A car load of Vagos appeared from each of the cars. "Fuck it's the East Side niggas! You called those bitches?!" The Vagos from the East Side of the beach were the worst enemies of the Uso's as far as South Siders went.

A bald headed brown skinned Chicano with a skinny but muscular frame wearing a yellow jersey over a black t shirt and blue jeans fired an AK-101 striking another Samoan in the head."El Pavo!" Cried out Neto. He was the Vago that had been at Tiny's funeral. All though Vagos had tried to kill him since he had got to LS, Neto respected this guy and maybe guys like him were the way to peace while guys like Demon also were.

"Fucking Va Ho's!" Screamed Foga. A gang member helped the wounded male and female gang member into a car and they took off down the street even as the other Vagos fired at them as they tried to escape. Foga and what remained of his men stayed behind. El Pavo fired striking a Lost MC member with twenty rounds in the chest. Neto spotted the same Lost MC member that had been negotiating with Foga before. Paul and Mai both fired upon him riddling him with up to thirty rounds. Paul's rounds had hit him in a way that some of his brain matter leaked from his ears while Mai had shot out both of his eyes.

Demon approached Foga dropping his weapon. "You beat me here and now toe to toe I let you live...if not...well..."

The Samoan raised his fists. "You should have never been an Azteca..."

"You should have never become a Tranny..." Foga threw the first blow hitting Demon in the face. Demon responded with a blow to the fatter man's chim. The half black Samoan tackled him and threw a hard blow into his gut. He wrestled the more muscular Samoan to the ground. They excchanged punches on the ground but the fatter Samoan got on top of Demon and began punching him in the face. Gata grabbed a Mac-10 off a deceased Uso and was going to aim at Foga but Neto stopped her. "This is between familia...let them handle it..."

She took the weapon, however and aimed for a Samoan gangster who had been shot in the ass. "That's the motherfucker that snatched me up!" She fired a burst into his back severing his spinal cord. He cried out and lay on his stomach with his face turned to the side. He coughed up blood saying, "Kill me..." She shook her head. "No. You get to stay like that. If you die you take a long time to do it. If you live, you wish you were dead."

Demon kicked Foga off of him kicking the fatter man in the stomach. In the few moments Neto had turned hi attention to what Gata was doing he had missed a few moments of the fist fight and he saw both men were bleeding now. "I never wanted to fight you!" Demon screamed as he punched Foga in the face grabbing his collar as he punched him four times and then head butted him. Foga tackled him grabbing him by the neck and flung him to the ground. He body slammed Demon winding him and began to throw sloppy punches. "YES YOU DID! ADMIT IT, BRO! YOU JUST WANTED TO KILL ME! BUT IM MORE OF A MAN THAN YOU SO IM DOWN TO FORCE THE SITUATION SO YOU NUT UP OR SHUT UP, BITCH!"

Demon punched Foga in the face. "You were my brother, Foga! You turned on me!" He said with pain in his voice. He got the upper hand and began punching the Samoan man again and again and kicked him in the rib cage to keep him down. Foga tried to get up but Big Demon put him in a chokehold. He put him to sleep.

El Pajaro aimed his gun at him but Demon said, "No...we'll let him live with his shame..." He looked at Gata and said, "The cops will come and pick his ass up..."

They got into their respective vehicles and began to get out of the area. Neto, Gata, Nata, and Demon got into a Burrito and they began to drive off. They were driving about forty five minutes back to LS when suddenly a barrage of bullets rang out. Neto opened the side door to return fire and he saw a dark blue Peyote driven by a Samoan gangster plus Foga riding shotgun. "You motherfucker! You're all dead!" Neto told him, "Sione, this is your chjance, man. Shoot him!" He barked as Nata was driving the van. "I can't...he's still familia..." Neto had to reload his shotgun. "It's either him or you, bro!" Demon fired at the driver taking him out with a headshot. The car flipped its wheels and they ulled up alongside the wreckage. Foga crawled out wounded his legs broken his face even more bloody and cut up.

Demon aimed the Rifle at him. "Don't make me do this, Foga!" Foga yelled, "DO IT PUNK! YOU AINT MY FAMILY. YOU'RE MY ENEMY!" He reached for his sidearm. "Don't!" Yelled Demon. Demon fired rounds next to him hoping it would scare his cousin enough to stop him. It didn't. He fired a shot striking Demon in the chest. Neto kicked the gun from Foga's hand and pointed the shotgun in his face. "Demon wouldn't want you to do it bro..."

Neto told him, "If it was you on the other end of this gun you wouldn't hesitate...you didn't hesitate..." He said looking at the wounded Demon who fell over. Neto told him as he stuck the shotgun in his mouth, "I'm gonna help him take the burden off. As far as I',m concerned he didn't kill you and he doesn't gota explain shit to your jefita. You got into it with some Blaine County carnales out in the desert and got your fat ass smoked. That's how it is."

With that he pulled the trigger and Foga's head exploded in a burst of brains and skull matter. "No...!" Demon gasped. They helped him back to the car. They got him to the hospital. "What about the cops?" Worried Gata. "Don't worry," Neto told her. "Trevor Phillips runs this county and he can keep them away from the hospital..."

Demon looked at Neto, "I know why you did it bro...I know you had to...but I don't like it...and you have to tell my auntie what you said you would...because...I can't face her...entiendes?" Neto nodded. "I will, hermano..."

Three Days Later

Neto and Ortega had come by to visit. He'd been in surgery and he was now resting. They said he would be okay. Before they went in to see him, Ortega sighed, "You know, we got an alliance with Trevor Phillips Industries and the Lost does too. For a while that made us allies but that shit is over now so we gotta be ready for war with the Lost."

Neto agreed and said, "Yeah but they're the ones that wronged us. So we're in the right. Besides as far as Motorcycle Clubs go this isn't even rightfully a Lost MC state. We got the right to wipe them off the map. Vagos hate those fuckers too. Only Marabunta has any kind of deal with these hillbillies. Maybe that's cause both of them know everybody else hates them..."

"Yeah...the only question is whether or not Trevor will back us in the war or the Lost..."

"He better make the right choice," Neto said. "That fool thinks he's crazy but he hasn't seen me at my worst yet.."

They went in to see Demon. He was asleep for now so they would wake. Neto noticed a picture next to his bed side. It was of two kids, they looked like they were close to each other in age maybe around 12 or 13. On had an Afro indicating his mixed heritage. The other looked fully brown he could pass for a full Samoan or a full Mexican. They were smiling together with their arms wrapped around each other as they were getting ready to swim at Vespucci Beach. There was another picture of them playing basketball at the court. Another of them and other family members smiling, eating at the snackbar. All though Neto had considered Foga a piece of shiot who deserved to die, now upon seeing this he felt the weight of what had went down.

2014

New Arcadia

They had tailed Mark and the BSU to a boat. "Hey now that we got that out of the way..." He punched the wounded Creole in the face and withdrew his .44 pointing it at the man's face. Miguel also threw a blow too. Mark was wounded but ready to fight. He went for his own gun but Ernesto yelled, "NO!" Lee put his iron to the back of Miguel's head. Miguel smirked but then in a flash of speed had his switchblade out and at the Asian American's throat. "Is this how you want to play it, g?" Asked Mark. "You didn't learn your lesson?"

"What lesson am I supposed to learn, motherfucker? I'm the elder here. I got seniority over all you bitches. You went after my son. Put hands on him. That happens again, I'll kill you. You fuck with my familia I fuck with yours..." Ana put some steel to the side of Ernesto's face as well. Cruz drew on her. She smirked. "You're joking, right?"

Ernesto snarled. "I'm ready to die here and now, tough guy. See, I know the only reason you didn't go fter my daughter is because Alison was there. I owe her. I don't owe you shit. You're a truce violating motherfucker. Neto didn't know we made any deal and you held me responsible for something he didn't know about. You go after my family, I erase yours off the fucking map. Your primos out in Sunbelt? Every last one of them can get got. I got as large of a family as you do buty you don't know them all. We aint all named Santana. But you? You do got the Roman surname."

"So what do we do here, boys? Is this how you want to play it?" Miguel snarled, "Shut up, bitch! You got your claws in Mark but you don't in us," His blade dug in a little into Lee's neck. "You know you're going to regret this, right? Even if we don't all waste each other. You mess with one of us we mess with you."

"No...either we ice each other right now or we come to an understanding. You don't go near Carmen or my son again. Matter of fact, you stay clear of Los Aztecas we stay clear of you. I may be wrong in most of my life but I am not in the wrong here."

They let each other go and their weapons were put up. Lee snarled at Miguel, "I'll be seeing you again, chico..." Ernesto warned him, "No, you won't. I know you guys think you're hot shit because you run the city but what we saw here today is that nobody is invincible. Not me and not you. Now it looks like the Apostles are going to be our problem as much as yours. Or at least Cruz's since he stays here."

"Hey, you know what? It's cool," Mark said with a wicked grin. "You're all hot and bothered cause I went after your daughter. I get I promise you one thing, Ese. You right that Carmen is a civilian. Maybe I got a little carried away. You gotta understand Jimmy is my boy. But if you cross me again, I won't come after Carmen. I'll come after Miguel. And you know what I'm gonna do? He may be a boy but I'm gonna turn him into a girl. That's right. I'll cut his chorizo and eggs off and drop him off in the Sudan Correctional Facility. Maybe put him in a wig, makeup, tell the niggas on the yard his name is Maria now..." He then looked at Lee and said, "Or Marisol..."

Ernesto growled, "If you..." Mark cut him off. "Yeah I'm sure you'll do something real scary but revenge aint gonna bring nobody back is it? Not Cheetah not Isabella..." Lee snapped, "Or Victor and Miller."

Mark continued "You may think I did ya'll dirty and maybe I did but it's all in the game like I said. But Neto? I didn't do no shit to him personally he decided it was his fight. He killed them. If they HAD to die, you should have did that, partna. So...if you take your little posse back to New Austin right now, I'm fine with never seeing you scrapas again. But Neto is fair game. And eve n if I was to lie to you and say I'll never go after him again, that nigga's stubborn as a bull. When he sees a chance he's finna come for me. And I'll be waiting. You best stay out of the way when that happens."

He then looked at Miguel. "And papi don't like his baby boy getting roughed up maybe he shouldn't have had you made. And besides, where was that honor when you cut my friends spines? You kicked a man when he was down."

Ernesto echoed Mark's own words back at him. "Like you said. All in the game."

Mark chuckled. "That's right."

Ana turned to Ernesto, "I'll make sure he doesn't go after Carmen or any of your family. But you'd better not try anything either. If you don't fear Mark you should still fear me. You know what I'm capable of."

Lee chuckled. "Oh and you can go back to Lincoln," He said looking at the Louisiana Azteca leader. "You're insignificant. Stay in your little bubble homes."

"Vale verga, grieta..." Cruz snarled back at him. "Crack? What are you saying?" He demanded. Mark told him, "I'll tell you later...let it go bro..."

Miguel, before departing stated, "You know you should be thanking Neto for once. If it wasn't for him yoiu wouldn't have known the Apostles were coming."

Mark scoffed. "Bitch, please. I don't owe him shit. It's not like it takes a rocket scientist to figure who all's coming at us. It wasn't gonna be Dockington, it was unlikely to be LS so what else would that leave?" Ernesto said, "Still. You wouldn't have known if he hadn't told Martin. Look what happened to you even while you knew what was coming. You even knew it was going to be a Carcer City gang and still..."

"Right...you act like it could have been anybody else," Lee said with an eye roll. "We didn't think it would be the Families or the Ballers coming from Carcer."

Cruz replied, "For all you know, the Black Lords could have been the ones coming after you. They got a deal with the BGA too. They could have sent any army they wanted to send up from Carcer. Whether you admit it or not, you're all still breathing cause of that vato loco from out west. Even if he only meant it for your public pretender brother, you still had a chance to tool up didn't you?"

They walked away.

Among themselves as they soght to get Mark back home tyo patch him up, Lee said, "You know you may want to think about what he said. We are going to pay him back for what he did here, right? We can't let them get by with it..."

"Much as I hate to admit it, that old motherfucker's got a point. From his point of view my attack on him was unwarranted at least on his end and Neto is representing San Andreas. Family is everything. And I gotta admit even Neto showed restraint when it came to going after Martin but so did I with Carmen. Still, that doesn't mean Neto gets a pass. He's gonna get his though for sending that motherfucker after Jimmy. I'll gut him myself when the time comes. As for my fam out in Sunbelt they can handle themselves. They know people from both the purple side and green side. I don't really like that but it's more practical in Sunbelt than it is here."

"So what are you saying you gonna tell the Romans out there to fuck them up?" Mark chuckled. "I don't gotta tell them shit. They do what they do on their own you know they got no love for scraps. They got their own minds their own hustles...if Ernesto keeps to his word I';ll keep to mine. It's Just on with the LS bitches now...but...push comes to shove, I don't think he could tke on all the Roman family out there. He'd get annihilated and I wouldn't need to lift a finger."

Ana told them, "We need to lay low for a while. You already knew that but I'm serious. Not just out of town. Out of state. The Apostles made their move smarter than the Mexican gangs did,"

Lee agreed. "It was easier for the Apostles to get in unnoticed than a bunch of LS wannabes."

"What about the Aztecas?" He then asked a moment later. "I mean in Jefferson. They could be a problem later," Mark told him, "They're the GA's problem now. If they want to shoot it out with them, I aint gonna stop em. Let them tire each other out...then it's less we have to deal with when we get home..trust me, brother. Soon this shit will all work itself out..."

Ana kissed Mark gently on the klips saying, "I have to go soon...and so do you...Alison..,she asked about you. But you have to stay away for now if you care about her. And for the time being, I have to stay away from you. But we'll see each other again..."

"They make out okay?" He called asking about his family. "Yeah. They're safe," With that, she departed.

3 Hours Later

Ernesto and Miguel were headed west looking to get out of the swamp state. Just then, two SUV's pulled up on either side and several blacks leaned out of each armed with Assault Rifles and shotguns. They pointed them out the window. "Pull this raggety motherfucker over, mayne!" Demanded one of them wn with a shotgun, a man wearing a black bandanna under a black Carcer City ballcap and who wore a green t shirt under puffy black jacket.

Ernesto pulled to a stop. "What do you want? We're leaving the state."

"Papa, what the fuck?! They're going to try and kill us!" Ernesto told him to shut up. "Well, that's all good baby. All you gots to do is give up that ride there. We know you be scraps and we aint cool with that shit. So we'll let ya ass go home whether it be motherfucking New Austin or Juarez I don't give a fuck but look here, that ride's coming with us. Only thing that's up to you is whether it has two bodies in the trunk ya heard me?"

Ernesto sighed turning to his son. He set up something with the door handle. He told Miguel, "You get out first..." Miguel panicked. "Dad...!" Ernesto told him, "Do what I ask you."

The teen got out and one of the Apostles, a tall and muscular black male of about six foot five with dark skin wearing a black t shirt baggy blue jeans, a gold necklace and a green Feuds hat on backwards held an M4 to Miguel's face. "That's right, baby boy. Do as papa says. Now you get up outta there..." Ernesto got out of the passenger side and stood next to his son. The large gang member reached under the seat pulling out Ernesto's Magnum. He unloaded the rounds. "That has sentimental value..."

The gang member yelled, "Nigga do I look like a give a fuck?! What you think this is, homie?!" He then turned to his seven homies. "Look at ghis. This motherfucker got a Revolver, mayne. On the real nobody I know got Reolvers nigga everybody I know got theyself a nine. Youse a dinasour, bitch. No wonder you been letting the Roman Family punk you."

"Yo Rock, give the beaner his piece back you already took the bullets outta the motherfucker."

"Nah fuck that. If he such a hotshot he can get himself one when he crosses the state line. But you can let this shit be a piece of humble pie. I maybe Apostle but I grew up in New Arcadia ya feel me? You Ese's don't run this bitch. Even those motherfuckers you got out in Jefferson they don't stay unless my niggas say so. And even then we gonna make em pay to stay."

The leader of the crew, a light skinned black man walked around to the driver seat. "Rock, we don't even need a .44 dude. All that matters is the whip. Lonzo likes these kind of old school cars so either he's gona pay us a finders fee or he'll trick this shit out himself either way we getting paid, nigga," He said as he started to open the car door.

"Nah, hold up, I want to try this bitch at the range..." BOOM!

Ernesto and Miguel had gotten a safe distance but they were still knocked flat. Four of the Apostles were obliterated right then and there the rest sent flying. The large gang member who had tried to take his papi's cuete lay on the ground with his right arm blown off. Miguel quickly retrieved the dropped M3 off one of the Apostles and proceeded to fire striking a downed Apostle from the South Side of Carcer with long dread locks and a goatee wearing beige khakis a black t shirt and a Carcer City basketball cap. He blew the man's face apart. A second Apostle who had taken shrapnel in the chest tried to draw a Glock 17 but Miguel fired striking him in the back blowing out his right shoulder. Ernesto watched as one of them went into shock and he approached the wounded banger, Rock who had his arm blown off.

He loaded the .44 rounds back into the cylinder. The gun had been sent flying but hadn't been damaged. He aimed the .44 between Rock's eyes. He looked at the tattoos on his remaining arm seeing a six pointed star and another tattoo that read 6 popping 5 dropping. "I'm willing to part ways with the car," Ernesto said. "And I just did. I can buy a million ranflas. It's not a big thing. But this gun? There are many like this but my papa gave me this one. But I will give you one last wish. You said you wanted to see how it fires, an old relic like this..." He stuffed the barrel into the dying gangsters mouth. "It'll blow your mind what antiques can do..." He pulled the trigger and blew his brains out all over himself and all over the ground the explosion of gray matter popping in the hot air like an exploding water balloon on a summer day.

He looked at one of the wounded gang members the one still alive that was going into shock. He looked at a tattoo ion his neck indicating he was from the 4th ward. But all the same, his loyalty had been to th national street gang over his home neighborhood and it had cost him his life.

Neto

The Devils Horn

He heard the shots ring out. He saw several bodies drop from his position in the yard. He hopped over the fence to where the party was. He had meant to go to the party but now he was seeing shit going down. "Mara putas!" Yelled Nata as she returned fire. These vatos looked like they had military training. He fired back striking one of them in the left arm. In truth, he was aiming at the head of another one of them but another got in the way as he squeezed off. They had drove the wheels around back and started spraying.

Neto fired a shot at the one who had been driving and the round barely missed but it did graze him on the cheek. "You wanna come in my varrio?!"

One of them tossed out a flash bang. He saw it coming. "COVER YOUR EYES, HOMES GET DOWN!" As many tried to obey as he could. He got to cover behind the side of the house knowing that if he was out in the open and blinded they would have nailed him. The flash went off and the three gang bangers started to go back to their car. They fired as they fled and he saw two Aztecas staggering and falling, wounded from the gunshot wounds after having been blinded. He looked seeing at least five peoople had been killed too. He ran out into the street chasing the car. He fired the entire magazine trying to get a head shot but they ducked down however one round did go through the seats hitting the third man in the right leg. He was about to land a headshot at the driver when he saw another flashbang coming. This time it did blind him but the car was speeding off.

Just then he heard Pajaro cry out. "Oh fuck, no homes! Not mi carnal!" They rushed forward and Neto saw to his horror the bullet riddled car. Big Demon was inside having been hit with at least seven rounds. Three in his stomach two in his chest, one in his right arm and on in the side of his face. "Fuck carnal...no..."

He carried the larger man out of the car. "Get up, ese..." But he knew it was too late. He collapsed with his big homie lifeless in his arms. "Lo juro, hermano. Haré sufrir a los Mara Cucas por esto..."

(I swear, brother. I will make the Mara Cucas suffer for this.)

Paul

He was introduced to a man of Tuscarora descent. His name was Ben Dearhouse. He was from North Carolina but had lived in Liberty State for some years. He'd sold unlicensed and untaxed cigarettes and he ended up getting busted for it in San Andreas so he ended up in Boilerbroke. Paul considered any nation of Turtle Island a brother to him. He had to. Even the overly cocky Lakota or the way too assimilated Cherokee. Still, it was a trip to see somebody else of Longhouse ancestry this far west. He was introduced by Curtis. His heart was still heavy at the loss of Vasquez but life went on.

"You're the dude that laid out that Apache aren't you?" Paul didn't answer. "What Apache? There's plenty of em in here."

Paul looked at Vasquez to get a look back ensuring him he'd checked him out. The man had medium length black hair, dark brown skin, and stood at five foot eleven. He was in his early 30's. He had a couple of scars on his left cheek. "Ya know, when I got caught," The Tuscarora brother began. "I had a Desert Eagle on me. That added to the charges. I was up in Flamingo Bay for a while but I got transferred."

"What are you getting at?" Oso asked him. He looked at the gang members. "I'm not a punk," The guy began. " I can fight. I had a golden glove when I was your age. But I've been in prison five years. Long enough to know people don't fight fair. But with Flamingo Bay, most of the time I didn't see other inmates. We only got yard time some of the time, dude. But you got the same kind of people here as there it's just there's more yard time more freedom to walk around but still just boring enough for people to fuck with you, enit?"

Vasquez asked him, "Hey, if you're asking for a scalper just say so, brother," The man said, "Shit, I wish I still had my goddamn Desert Eagle, truth be told," This got a laugh out of the other two inmates. "Sénha ioiánere ne stsihkwà:ke tsi ní:ioht ne sáhonre, né: tsi iah tha'taontonhóntsohwe' aonsahseneniáta," Paul told him.

(Fists are better than guns because you don't have to reload)

"Alright, so what are we gonna do about these gooks, bro?" Asked Curtis. "We gotta make them hurt for what was done to Vasquez and they helped set it up."

Paul pondered a moment and said, "Yeah you know I didn't really want to focus on them cause they're insignificant but the guys that hit Vasquez are in the hole. We'll have to make a show of force. Now you know I'm in good with the Mexicans and I could call in help from Sleepy and the others if I really wanted to but it might be a good idea right now to show the vatos that the red car can handle our shit too not just the brown car."

"Cool," Said Ben. "How many of us do you want on this though?" Curtis, having seniority over the rest of them despite Paul having clout with the Ese's was still the man who was to b in charge if anything should happen to Vasquez. "I got a couple of rez bros fresh outta solitary that will be looking to blow off some steam. Three dudes to be exact."

"That's good but we don't want to get them sent straight back so when we hit them we're going to want to be fast and discreet," Curtis agreed. "Yeah I got no problem with that. I don't plan on going to the SHU.," Just then, the San Andrean tribal got an idea. "We may want to ease up on the niggers for now too. Just to give them a false sense of security."

"No, we need to hit them back too," Paul disagreed. "They were the masterminds behind getting Vasquez shanked just to send me a message. Or I should say they sent him after me."

"I know dude but we gotta play this smart. Revenge is a dish best served cold. Let's let them sweat it out for a while."

"But if they're sweating it out they'll still be paranoid won't they?" Asked Paul. Curtis nodded but said, "Yeah they will. But at the same time, they know that we know their boys are gonna be brought up on charges for that. Either they get life without parole or they get death row. So even if we could get to them, we're likely not going to get a chance. At most we got a very small window so we may not even get the exact dudes. They end up on death row, we can't reach em."

"I'm pretty sure we got people on death row too who'd still be willing to cut for the cause but we can cross that bridge when we get to it," Stated Paul. "Look, we let the BGA think we're just too dumb to try an take a guess at which one of those ssholes ordered the hit on you. Specifically. Look, Vasquz was more peace than war but he wasn't a punk. He could fight too and if he was alive this is the way he would play it."

"I'm not going against you, homes," Paul said. "I'm just thinking out loud," Curtius pulled his long hair back and made a ponytail. "Alright look this is what I'm thinking. Let the BGA think we're too dumb to retaliate just against them or against them t all. A lot of them don't know that the rez car is on board with the South Siders completely I mean they know they'll watch us in a riot but they don't know we're working together beyond that. So maybe they'll think we're just too cowardly to make a move against them without Vagos backing us up. Plus they know that in a lot of the prisons even here, we're listed as "Others" same with the chinks. I don't like being seen as the same as them but that's how it is. Maybe...just maybe...you use your connections with La Raza to get other skins from other San Andrean prisons to be transferred to the same blocks as the South Siders. Not have to work with the Asian guys anymore. Hell everybody knows when the shit goes down anyway we throw in with the South Siders and paisas anyway while the Asians are gonna be with the blacks the Samoans and the North Siders."

"Yeah, thank fuck we don't have them down here too," Paul stated. "I'm not saying I couldn't handle it if they were but it would make things a hell of a lot harder if they were down there cause that would give the BGA more muscle."

"Hey, the BGA and the North Siders aren't as tight as they used to be. Haven't been since 07. Not sure why but hell I guess it was bound to happen sam as the Ese's and the Aryans. But nevermind all that, bro. The BGA still has power in here as long as the LSPD keeps locking up Ballas and Chamberlain guys. So we can't understimate anybody yet. Let's let them undersstimate us..."

"You know when I first saw you, Curt, I thought you were more of a hothead. You came off that way. Didn't take you for a strategist."

"What can I say. Being around Vasquez helped me think before acting. I'm gonna miss that fucker, man. Only Injun in the world that still somehow came off like a Shaolin Monk. Like he was a Buddhist without being a Buddhist ya know?"

He nodded. With that, they got the word out to all the prisons in San Andreas. Now they were going to make their move. Paul approached a group of Asian inmates on the yard. They were chilling by some bleachers. He walked up to them. There was a man who was half black and half Cambodian with dark brown skin and slanted eyes and wavy hair but for all intents and purposes he looked more Asian so he was put with the Asians. He was an Asian Baller on the outside from somewhere in Northern San Andreas. Then talking to him was a dark skinned Filipino male who like him, was a Baller from Northern San Andreas. He stood about five nine and was stocky and he had neck length jet black hair. They had been among the Asians that had caused a diversion for the niggers against the Mexicans which had resulted in Vasque getting killed. Paul didn't mind the fact that the Asians wanted payback for the assault before and he didn't even mind the blacks coming at him.

It was the fact that they had hit Vasquez. Sure, Paul had been stubborn in listening to the man but he had at least indulged him once in a sweat and he had been a decent enough dude. "You remember me?" The Filipino looked at him. "Should we, bro? I think you're in the wrong section, dog. Just cause DOC puts us all as 'others' don't make you my nigga."

"You should. I'm the one you caused a diversion for so your raisin head butt buddies could take a swipe at me. But I'm still breathing. Now I'm not sure if that means you were just doing sa deed for them or if you actually partially blame me for that shit but I thought we could clear the air about that."

"How you gonna be racist against black when you act black you crab ass nigga?" Asked the half Cambodian. "Oh I don't anymore. And I'm not affiliated with any Families. But now you just answered my question for me."

A dark skinned much shorter man of Cambodian descent who Paul knew was a member of the Psychos despite no tattoos, demanded, "What the fuck you wanna do about it then, punk? You stupid or something? Stepping to us without your Mexican butt buddies or your Crazy Horse posse. You looking to get stitched up in the chest?" He pulled out a shank. "Cause we can make that happen..."

Another Asian, this one of Chinese descent with dark yellowish brown skin and a shaved head, this one a member of the Da Nang Boyz, also removed a shank. "Yeah you know what, man? You remind me of this taller scrap back in my hood. I used to fist fight with that bitch back in High School. Fucking Mexi thought he could take my shoes off my feet and yeah he was bigger but he always knew he'd been in a fight. Come senior year we upgraded to pistols. He gave me this right here..." He put the blade to his own neck. "Shot me prom night when I was dancing with my girl. That's all right though I caught his ass in the street and put a bullet in his ass. Literally. One in his right cheek. He lived but I aint seen him since before I went in. Must be hiding out from the pigs."

"So?"

"So you remind me of him fool. And I don't like the motherfucker. So unless you want this up your ass, you better walk away..."

Paul nodded and said, "Sure thing, boss. I just wanted to make sure we're all on the same page..." He walked away but he looked to a Native inmate all the way across the yard. He made the hand sign for the man to act. Forty eight year old Darren Hackford, a member of the Yokuts Indian tribe a man with dark brown skin and a mustache standing at five foot seven but with a muscular frame and jet black shoulder length hair, a lifer doing time for shooting a gas station clerk in a robbery up in Mercy, San Andreas, moved towards one of teh CO's, Officer Lucas Andrews a Caucasian male of six feet tall with blonde hair tan skin and gray eyes plus a blonde mustache. Daren was a father to four children on the outside two who were already in college and two who were in their late years of High School. Though he had been a pretty decent father, Darren had been a hell of a drunk.

He was a stereotype in that regard and all though alcohol was his primary drug, he had also had a taste for meth. Though he kept that side of his life away from his kids, his woman had enough and divorced him. He still had supported them through child support and he still did send them money on the outside. He had a couple of teeth missing from meth use in the past and at least one missing from a fight here in Boilerbroke. Three in total. The sad thing still was that he hadn't kicked his addiction to alcohol even though he had with meth. He often had been penalized for mixing pruno in his toilet.

He walked up to Andrews. "What do you want, Hackford?" Demanded the officer. Darren punched him as hard as he could in the face and the guard fell over his nose bleeding. Darren began to stomp on other CO's ran towards Darren and started to thump on him. Inmates from all corners of the yard cheered and jeered at the action. Paul made his move stabbing the scrawny Cambodian first driving his blade straight into the man's heart. The Sniper on the tower was preoccupied with the skirmish involving the guards. They fired a warning shot but this did not stop Darren. and there were too many guards in the way.

The Cambodian cried out in pain but Paul put a hand over his mouth his expression hardening looking like a cold statue faced individual. And that, he was. The other Asian inmates, there being seven of them started to move on Paul to jump him but suddenly they were ambushed from behind. Curtis put his blade into the larynx of the Da Nang Boy member. Ben put his blade into the back of the Psycho gang member putting his blade into his spine. He pulled it out and stuck it back in hitting him in the Lumbar nerves. As Curtis's blade ripped through the flesh of the Da Nang Boy he whispered, "Ni hao, motherfucker..." He let his body fall face down on the ground.

They get rid of the shanks. Before long, the hacks fired another warning shot. The alarm sounded off and all the inmates had to lay down flat. Paul grinned. He was getting used to this.

New Austin

The blonde female found herself debating three other people on a public access channel. Ernesto watched it as they talked race. There was an African American male withh somewhat of a wild Afro and glasses. He was light skinned in color. His name was Cornelius Benson. In addition to him, was a much older light brown skinned man of Mexican and Sioux descent named Jimmy Rudell, a veteran of the American Indian Movement. Lastly there was a Vietnamese American female named Winny Pham. She was originally from Las Venturas but had moved to New Arcadia in recent years and become an activist. "You're not really understanding. It's not 'Anti White' to attack Klansman. It's self defense. The KKK are a terrorist organization,"

"Oh please, you are so full of crap," The blonde white nationalist replied. "The KKK hasn't been violent in decades. Meanwhile since the 80's you've had violent organizations like the New Black Panthers, you've got immigrant gangs. And don't think that just because I speak out against illegal immigration at the bofder, I'm unaware of how many Asians come here illegally."

"You mean like so many of your people came here illegally?"

"Exactly," Stated Jimmy. "Whites are the original illegal immigrants and the original criminals in this country. You're starting hate groups to kilk anybody that doesn't look like you and then when the situation gets too tense, you cry 'Anti White!' It's ridiculous."

"I'd say you're pretty Ant White yourself, Mr. Rudell."

"What I am is anti exploitation. And Anti American for that matter..."

"Then leave..." The blonde said. "No, I don't have to leave. My people have been here since the dawn of time."

"You mean since you crossed the Bering Strait 13,000 years ago. And wiped out the truly indigigenous white Soultrean men. If anything, I'd consider the Indian Wars revenge for it. Even if it happened a few thousand years later."

"Oh come on, you claim to be about lohgic over reasoning but you're speaking on Eurocentric psudoscience. The Bering Strait theory was never actually proven and as for the Soultrean myth that' just silly. It's just like whwn you think the Egyptians were white. Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra? What a joke!"

"So you think Halle Berry as her would be more accurate?" Cornilius said, "Yeah. As a matter of fact I would," The blonde chuckled. "Even Then why were the much lighter skinned Egyptians depicted trampling black Nubians under their chariots? Even King Tut himself? Let me guess, Mr. Benson. You were Egyptian Pharohs. Then the kingdom fell apart and you moved to Nigeria and forget all that knowledge."

"The Egyptians weren't black," Stated Jimmy. "But they sure as hell weren't white either. Someone with your complexion wouldn't have survived out there."

The Asian American activist said, "You know this is what I'm tkking about. It hasn't just been whites attacking Vietnamese Americans in this city but African Americans too. You both have Centric mentalities and you think you can just scrape us 'Others' under the rug."

The black activist replied, "Well I'm sorry honey but the squeakiest wheel gets the grease and both of ya'll aren't even 5% of the population."

"Well maybe not American Indians but Latin American Indians outnumber you. We'll outnumber whites by 2040 too."

"Is that a threat?" Asked the blonde who frequented on 1488. "No, it's a fact. It's not our fault uou can't reproduce fast enough. You tried to bury us but you didn't know we were seeds."

"Oh so that justifies your anti white genocide? You know doiversity is just code word for white genocide and each one of you seems to support it. We civilized the rest of the world we allow you into our countries and how do you repay us? By trying to steal jobs from us, by starting gangs, by killing us."

"Hey, my wife and my child were killed by your people in the 70's," Jimmy said with venom in his voice. "All because I stood against your crooked government in favor of soverign rights,"

"Yes and that's another thing. The American Indians are the ones that started the war against us. In the English colonies we were okay with you. The first Thanksgiving we ate and traded together but your savage nature came out and you started attacking English colonies first. You started the war we finished it."

"My people lived on these lands long before you came over here."

"I don't understand. We whites were not your first enemies. Why don't you demand back the land in Minnesota where the Chippewa forced you from there years before?"

"The Yankton states were given to my people by Wakan Tanka. Just like Liberty State was to the Iroquois, New Arcadia was Creek land, and Mexico was Aztec and Mayan land."

"How convenient to cloak your claims in spiritualism. And what would you say to Mormons and others who claim that God has given them Indian lands in the west?" Rudell replied, "I would say they should listen to Wakan Tanka," This got a laugh from both the Asian and African American. "No matter what your legends say you didn't sprout from the plains like the spring grasses. And you didn't coalesce out of the ether. You came out of the Minnesota woodlands armed to the teeth and set upon your fellow man. You massacred the Kiowa, the Omaha, and the Pawnee without mercy and yet you claim the continent as a private reserve bequeathed to you by the Great Spirit."

"And who gave us guns and powder to kill our enemies? And who traded weapons with the Chippewa who drove us from our homes?"

"The proposition that you were a peaceful people before the arrival of the white man is the most fanciful legend of all. You were killing each other for hundreds of moons before we stepped foot on this continent. You conquered these tribes lusting for their game and their land just as we have now conquered you for no less noble a cause."

"This is YOUR story of my people!"

"This is the truth, not legend!" The blonde replied.

The Asian American interjected, "So what? You conquered. If Ghenghis Khan hadn't died and his top man hadn't died upon going home we might have conquered you people too."

"So even though Ghenghis Khan fought the Vietnamese too, you still are proud of that marauding rapist? Oh who are we kidding? You probably have his blood in you. I guess even that feminine pride goes out the window when you're a Mongoloid since most of you owe your existence to a mass murdering rapist."

"Your hypocrisy amazes me!" Winny said. "Your people lynched a man here in this city. You deported innocent Hondurans and Mexicans, you killed blacks, I mean we as people of color have our issues with each other but you largely started it."

The African American, being the host of the show said, "Hold on a minute. Let's not forget that were it not for for blacks fighting for all the wars in this country, America would not still exist. We build the capitol up. White babies nursed from black breasts."

The white nationalist chuckled. "I might take you seriously if you were actually mareried to a black woman yourself instead of an Italian."

"Do I detect a hint of jealousy?" Asked the host. "Oh please. I don't commit beastiality..."

"Now wait a minute!" He snarled. Winny said, "You know you talk about conquering but gunpowder wasn't even invented by you. It was invented by Chinese fireworks. Without us you wouldn't have any of these guns."

"Oh that's another errenous argument. You think because you created an archaic form of what would become a gun, that entitles you to credit? You didn't invent the first guns we did. We topok an ingrediant. You Asians always like to talk about gunpowder but none of you were able to put together an actual gun. And you're not smarter than us. Germany has for a long time been a major scientific country. You in your countries only send your best so of course the liberals would make it seem like you're smarter than us. They don't send us the majority of your countries. The illiterate peasant farmers who don't have electricity."

"You're insane," The Sioux activist stated. "Your ancestors were eating each other around the time of the first Thanksgiving. You brought diseases over here. That's what killed most of us. Not your soldiers."

The African American host added, "Plus with Timbuktu you had people coming from all over the world to learn. You know when Portuguese sailors sailed to Africa they didn;t see primitive barbarians. The German anthropologist Lou Frobenius made a dozen expeditions to Africa and he said that when the Europeans landed in the bay of Guinea and landed in Vadia the Captains were surprised to see well structured streets lined on a long distance by two rows of trees. They crossed several days into a countryside covered by magnificent landscape, inhabited by men and women dressed with bright suits that they made themselves. More on the Congo, they saw a crowd all dressed with silk and velvet, big states well organized, sovereign and wealthy industries. He said civilized to the bone."

The blonde laughed. "The White race has crossed seas, harnessed rivers, carved mountains, tamed deserts, and colonized the most barren ice fields. It has been responsible for the invention of the printing press, cement, the harnessing of electricity, flight, rocketry, astronomy, the telescope, space travel, firearms, the transistor, radio, television, the telephone, the lightbulb, photography, motion pictures, the phonograph, the electric battery, the automobile, the steam engine, railroad transportation, the microscope, computers, and millions of other technological miracles. It has discovered countless medical advances, incredible applications, scientific progress, etc. Its members have included such greats as Socrates, Aristotle, Plato, Homer, Tacitus, Julius Ceaser, Napoleon, William the Conqueror, Marco Polo, Washington, Jefferson, Hitler, Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, Magellan, Columbus, Cabot, Edison, GrahamBell, Pasteur, Leeuwenhoek, Mendel, Darwin, Newton, Galileo, Watt, Ford, Luther, Devinci, Poe, Tennyson, and thousands upon thousands of other notable achievers."

Rudell said, "Without the Mayans your ancestors would have never invented the computer. Your ancestors did not understand concept zero. Not the Greeks and not the Romans."

"Get back to me when you can prove your ancestors were civilized enough to invent the wheel," She said with an eye roll. Winny stated, "The reason American Indians didn't invent wheels is the same reason Beduins in North Africa didn't have kayaks. It's not rocket science. Not that you'd be smart enough to do that."

"You're forgetting the Iroquois Confederacy, the Aztec Empire the Incan Empire the Mayan Empire. You know you like to talk about how you civilized us. You didn't. It was the other way around. The Great Lie is that it is 'civilization'. It's not civilized, it has been literally the most bloodthirsty brutalizing system ever imposed upon this planet. That is NOT civilization that's "the great lie." … The great lie is that it represents 'CIVILIZATION.' That's the great lie, or if it does represent civilization and it's truly what civilization is; then the great lie is that civilization is good for us.… It is NOT in man's destiny to destroy the earth. That is arrogance."

"Yeah, let's give credit to a confederacy that massacred Algonquin tribes. Or who are most famous for what? Using European technology against Europeans. If they had used their own weapons against Europeans they wouldn't have lasted nearly as long. As for the othe three, what's so great about a bunch of human sacrificing barbarians? They thought the sun would stop working if they didn't sacrifice. And that brings me to your people," She said looking at Cornelius.

"Throughout 6,000 years of recorded history, the Black African Negro has invented nothing. Not a written language, weaved cloth, a calendar, a plow, a road, a bridge, a railway, a ship, a system of measurement, or even the wheel. (Note: This is in reference to the pure-blooded Negro.) He is not known to have ever cultivated a single crop or domesticated a single animal for his own use although many powerful and docile beasts abounded around only known means of transporting goods was on the top of his hard burry head. for shelter he never progressed beyond the common mud hut, the construction of which a beaver or muskrat is capable of."

Pham replied, "You are so arrogant! You do realize that a lot of the inventions you have today are because of people of color?"

"Exactly. Benjamin Banneker invented the first time piece, and he helped build our nation's capitol."

"He did not! The time piece existed long before that. And as for Benjamin he didn't build the city he observed some blueprints of the architecture. You're like those yahoos who give George Washington Carver credit cause he squished a peanut. Wow. Color me impressed. Whites did that first even the Aztecs did it."

"So you're actually giving a Natie group credit on something?" Jimmy chuckled. "Don't get the wrong idea. The world would be in the dark ages if it wasn't for our inventions. As for all three of your people's inventions, we could easily do without them we already don't. And it's funny when Negros think that because they can piint to a black man who had a patent back in the old days or who improved on an already existing invention, that makes you special..."

The Vietnamese American said, "Wait a minute. Didn't you just say that your ancestors improved on our fireworks?"

Ernesto turned off the TV. "Enough of that pedo."

Miguel nodded. "Yeah somebody needs to lay that puta out. I don't care if it's us the mayates or the chinks."

"Well that's not what we're doing today, kid. We're here to take care of the Condados. They killed Flaco. They gotta pay for that," Miguel agreed. "Orale papa. But we also gotta get revenge for Snapper. The Ballas are still breathing after that shit and I dont like that."

"We'll take care of them too," Ernesto assured. He pulled the dark red Glendale up to where the homeboy from the New Austin Syndicate. El Cuerno a man of Mexican American and Quahadi Comanche descent. He had dark brown skin and black eyes and jet black hair that was mostly shaved. He was from Blackwater originally but he had connections all over the state. He was thirty five years old and had done seven years in prison before. He was clean shaven and he wore a white wife beater. On his left shoulder was a tattoo of a New Austin greenhorn. He also had a tattoo on his neck that said 512 for the Blackwater area code.

His real name was Jeremy Wilcox but he had earned the nickname Cuerno not only after the Comanche warrior, Cuerno Verde a Comanche man born in the late 1700's who fought the Spaniards and had that name because he wore a headdress with green horns. He had perished in 1779 but he had been a thorn in the side of the Spaniards and the Comanches had stopped short their advance north into North America halting them at the Panhandle.

El Hermano Grande was also there. "You ready to drop these cornudos, ese?" Asked the Ondero. Ernesto nodded. "Si mon, hermano. We do this for Flaco."

El Cuerno agreed. Though the Syndicato had once fought Onda in the 80's they were allies now and they shared common enemies in the Aryans, the black gangs and the Condados. They would deal with it together. A victory on the streets was no less a victory on the inside. He had a Remington 870. Jose carried an IWI Tavor. They pulled up to a truck with more weapons inside. Including an AKS. Miguel had an IMI Galil. There were two female gang members from the South West Cholo varrio. They first had dyed red streaks on her mostly curly brown hair and a brown bandanna around her forehead. She wore a pair of overalls over her white wife beater which was cut into a half shirt. The second had long black straight hair and wore a yellow bandanna colored shirt that was also a midriff shirt but her navel was not pierced like the other but she had the tattoo Varrio Gulfton over hers.

They both got into the dark blue Slamvan and the four gang members laid down flat in the flat bed truck. They beganto drive towards a neighboring varrio a few blocks from there that the Condados had infested. "That's Baby Lady Casper," Stated Jose beckoning to the lighter brown skinned female with the streaks in her hair. "And that's La Tortura," He said beckoning to the girl with the stomach to tattoo. "Nice to meet you, mija..." Miguel raised his eyebrows admiring the hynas but Ernesto backhanded him. "Stay focused pelado!" He whispered but then said, "Nice to meet you, ladies."

They finally arrived in the block controlled by the Condados. It had been another smaller block controlled by SWC but the Condados had moved in like locus. There had been a bloody war over it the last year and several bodies on both sides had dropped but the Condados won themselves clout on both the streets and in the prisons for icing a Carnal. Who at the time was Ernesto's best friend. There were three Condados posted up listening to the song If I Die by South Park Mexican. The first was a light skinned Chicano wearing a Steeds jersey. He wore baggy blue jeans hanging below his waist line and he had a mustache and a goatee. The second was a guy wearing an orange plaid shirt and black baggy jeans. The third was a fat guy in a white t shirt and baggy blue jeans with growing black facial hair. They saw the Slamvan coming through and the first guy whistled at the two females. "Que paso, mija?! What's good baby?" Asked the gang member. The truck pulled away. "Yo come back here! Aight fuck outta here then, bitch!"

The fat one said, "Man, you're dumb it's only two of them in there."

"Yeah one for me and one for Tony and you can go home and jerk off thinking about it if you can find your dick," This got a laugh out of Tomny but he said, "Nah bro i'd take both them bitches at the same time..."

The truck turned around and the leader of the three grinned saying, "See man, women love it when you talk to them like that separates the real men from the pussies que no?"

The two females smiled pulling up. "Hey what's good, baby?" Asked the main guy. The twop ducked down in the seat much to the confusion of the man. The overweight gangster realized what was about to happen but it was too late. Ernesto, Miguel, Cuerno, and Jose emerged from hiding lying down in the back and came up blazing. The first male was the first to take a bullet. Several rounds from Ernesto's AKS went through his 40 ounce and the rounds went straight to his liver and his kidneys as he fell over the bottle shattering in his hand. The fat one tried to run but Miguel clipped him with ten rounds in the back. Jose aimed his Israeli Rifle out of the truck and zoned in on the one known as Tony. He sprayed him up with sixteen rounds in the stomach, chest and arms. He fell over in the grass of someone else's yard. Two Condados emerged from a house one carrying an M3 Shotgun, the other held an AK-47. Cuerno made short work of both of them spraying them up with seventeen rounds, four hitting the first in the stomach and two in the sternum. The next seven hit the gangster in the forehead.

The Flatbed tore up the street as two more gangsters emerged from another house. There were three coming from the east and all at the same time, Ernesto, Miguel, Cuerno and Jose emptied their magazines at the three Condados. All three fell dead riddled with bullets but they had to duck down to reload but La Tortura and Lady Casper got them out of the area as the last two Condados on the block fired pistols at them up the street. Miguel taunted them hanging a blue rag over the side as they made their getaway.

"Why are we running? We could have taken those two!" Growled Ernesto. "We don't need to," Explained Cuerno. "Remember last year how la jura were deep in the hood because of the beef between the South West and the Condados and the Condados were able to set up in the neighborhood cause a lot of Aztecas and South West guys got moved off that block cause they got arrested?"

Ernesto said, "I must have missed that..."

"Yeah well I remember," Jose said. "They used force and a bit of the jura presence to take shit over. So now we can do the same thing to them one year later. I know there's more of them, but on that block that's all there was and they were uncontested for a while when the cops were always around but now they gotta face the music."

They pulled up to a crackhouse. "That's where they make their shit. Whenever those lames on the block need a re-up they got it stashed around the way but this is the cook factory. This is where the Cornudos trying to sneak into the neighborhood make their feria," Stated La Tortura.

They got out of the truck and there were two gang members out front. "Hey you can't come up in here..." Stated the first one. The second one said, "But you can maybe comne back to my crib in a few hours..." The two females both pulled out Silenced pistols. Lady Casper had a 9mm whie Tortura had a Glock. They each fired a headshot and both men dropped. One of them dropped his 40 and it shattered. The other dropped his in the grass and it didn't. Cuerno took the half empty beer bottle and took out a green bandanna. "Got this off a chavala..." He made a makeshift Molotov and he went around the front while Ernesto, Miguel, Jose, La Tortura and Lady Casper went in from the back. They kicked in the back dooor and each of them opened fire as they saw three Condados in the kitchen. The men never had a chance. They were riddled with as many as fifty rounds each. Three gangsters from the fromnt room came firing into the kitchen armed with pistols and shotguns.

Cuerno tossed the beer bottle through the window. The fire began to spread. One of them was caught on fire while the other two fired at the New Austin syndicate member who ducked back outside. La Tortura fired three rounds into the knee caps of the first remaining gangster while Lady Casper did the same with the other. They found a 40 and made another makeshift cocktail and left this one by the backdoor as they exited. As they did exit, just as Miguel had taunted the Condados with a blue rag, the girls threw up a V and a G handsign as they left the two wounded Condados in the crackhouse to burn to death. "You fucking Varrio Gordos are dead! Same with you pinche Ass Takers!" Screamed the one shot by Lady Casper.

As Ernesto exited he also took their package off the table. "We'll be sending your companeros to join you soon. Won't be any Cornudos left in Sunbelt when we're done with you..."

As they drove away, Ernesto asked, "So what now, hermano?" He asked El Grande Hermano. "Now, we just drove the property value down. And we get the block taken back by us. Instead of letting rich gavachos come in and gentrify it, some of rthe carnales who actually have clean records or at least who know people with clean records that are still affiliated are gonna get these houses bought by carnales," He then gave a wry smile saying, "They'll say they're young college students of course."

Meanwhile

Marcus Roman was resting up in Mexico. He had on some Mexican football team on a cap. It wasnt normally his style but he wanted to try and blend in or at least as much as he could in this country.

He had seen some blacks but not many and none that could speak English. He had also noticed that just like the Indians and the white people down here were shorter than in the United States, so too were the African population. They almost reminded him of Pygmy's. At least that was what he had thought seeing some older black women as little as four foot ten.

He had been told not to drink the water only bottled water and he had done that. He had also not drank anything with ice in it either. In fact, even if he wasn't exactly able to fake being a black Mexican, he knew at least that to order ice in a drink in another country was a distinguishing characteristic of an American.

He was still mostly healing up. He had been told where they were going but he had forgotten where they said he would be. He went outside in the hot sun. The Mexican weather was a bit of a culture shock for him. It got hot in New Arcadia but there was always a humidness to it. With Mark's fairer skin as well it was somewhat overwhelming. He spotted three Mexican men who called out to him in Spanish. He knew some Spanish but not much. He would have to learn more. He was spotted by a dark skinned mestizo man with shaggy black hair and a mustache. He had two friends with him. He didn't know what they were. He didn't suspect they were necessarily cartel but they looked like ruffians. "Eh Negro. Habla espanol?"

(Hey, black man. Speak Spanish?)

"No sir...pardon pero yo habla un solo pequito espanol..."

(Pardon but I only speak a little Spanish.

"Habla English?" The Mexican replied, "So, Americano. Hablo mucho ingles. Hablo 'Filthy fucking bean eater' Hablo 'Slippery little Mexican' Hablo 'Little piece of shit' comprende amigo? Comprende?"

He noticed the three men were circling him and he didn't like that. "Hey, what are you doing here, Americano? I don't remember inviting you to our country. You Americanos come here on Spring Break get women pregnant, leave half American babies..."

"Pretty sure that's an isolated incident," Mark stated. "Usually it's the other way around."

"Did I invite you to my country?" Repeated the Mexican ruffian. "No I guess not. But I don't mean any harm."

This got a laugh out of the three. "You mean us no harm? This is funny. What harm could you do to us exactly?"

Mark thought, I could feed you your own balls.But he was still healing. On account of his wounded state it was part of why he didn't retaliate against Ernesto. Maybe one day he would see him agin and kill him again but and he would kill Santa Muerte for sure. He had promised himself he would and would feel like he failed if he didn't. Neto still had to die for Victor and Miller. But none of that was possible now. He was not looking for trouble here. "Nothing amigo..." He lied. "Now I appreciate the welcome committee but I'd hate to spoil a pleasant afternoon on such a beautiful land on any further unpleasantries. Now if you'll excuse me..." He started to walk past but the man got in his way.

"I think you're forgetting something...a little taxation. I have a large family!" This got laughs out of the other two peasants. Somehow I don't don't that. He thought.

"I too have a family friend. So that we may see our families again I think we should part ways."

This got more laughter from the trio. "Can I see the shoes?" He responded, "I think you can see them from where you're standing just fine..." As he said this, he thought, Is this what white folks feel like when they run into niggas back home? The third was a longer haired man that looked more like your stereotypical Indio. He was a Mexican Indian but he snatched Mark's hat off his head and moved over to where his friends were. The others laughed.

The man repeated, "Take off the shoes, Americano..."

He went down kneeling to his shoes."As you wish..." They laughed again but he pulled out a .25 from his sock. He fired a headshot into the first man, and then to his friend who looked somewhat like him. He marked the sign of the cross in fear as he stared down Mark's smoking barrel. Mark plugged him in the stomach. The man fell to his knees and Mark took the hat off his head. "Very good," Said a man with a thick accent. He looked to see a black Mexican. "What a good way to improve border relations. A notorious gangster from New Arcadia crossing the river and killing local peasants. Thank you very much, sir..."

"Don't mention it..."

"You kill peasants, you become a peasant."

"I never aspired to be anything more... who are you?"

"Mi llamo Pepe Guzman. But most call me El Morado. I understand you've become enemies with a former ally of mine...we may have some work for you...if you're interested. I can even give you details on why Neto turned on us...I can tell you what he's done during his time with us. His family history, everything."

Marcus was silent a moment but then said. "Good. The more you know about an enemy the easier it is to defeat him..."

2013

Paul

Series A: Coke

He got dressed after a shower getting ready to go. He tied his long hair back in a ponytail and put on a white t shirt under a turquoise plaid shirt with only the top button buttoned. He wore baggy blue jeans and clean white Eris Sneakers. Mai wore a black ACDC T shirt under her black leather jacket. She had a gold crucifix around her neck and black stoneashed jeans. She wore sunglasses. Neto was wearing a black t shirt and brown dickies plus he had a black bandanna tied around his forehead. Ivan wore a pair of blue jeans and a gold silk shirt. He had ordered the shirt online from Modo back in Liberty City.

It was time to go. Paul got in Mai's Kurama and Ivan would be riding with Neto. She was driving. He had his AK-74 in the trunk of the car plus a Spas 12 Shotgun and an H&K PSG1 Sniper Rifle. Mai had been teaching him to use the American Sniper Rifle, Ivan had him practice with the Dragonuv and Neto had him practice with TRifles that were not suited with a scope so that he would be naturally better at aiming. Eagles eye, he called it. Mai for herself, had an M4 with an M26 Shotgun on it. She also had an MP7 and a Sig P226. Paul's backup sidearm was a Walther P99.

As they drove to the beach he looked at Mai chuckling. "It's a good thing we don't have to hear Agent 14 this time around, huh?" She nodded. "Yeah, he's kind of a dick. Really full of himself too. That's how a lot of these IAA agent types are."

"Yeah? How do you know that?" Paul asked. She responded, "When I was in the army we encountered them. As much as we hated them for not always being on the front lines with us, we knew that any war Intel we had would come from them. Their guys on the ground. Still, I don't trust a bunch of people that are incapable of telling the truth. It's like...they're not even real people you know? They can tell your their name and it's a lie. They show you an ID and it's fake. Even if it shows up as real in the system it only shows it that way cause they made it happen. Even ith each other they don't even know somebody's real name versus their cover half the time."

"Well that's a hell of a way to live..."

Mai shrugged. "It is what it is."

She put on the radio to Los Santos Rock Radio. The song Working Man by Rush played. "I know you were a steel worker back in LC. This was you."

Paul chuckled as the song began and he said, "This song almost killed me and my dad. We were flying down a dirt road in our old pickup blaring it as loud as it would go with speakers on the floor boards. There was a blind turn that lead onto railroad tracks. We didn't hear the train and the truck only had front brakes. We went around the turn and my dad saw the train so he threw it sideways. Missing the train barely and flying out into the field mowing down corn. Every time I hear the song I think about how it almost killed us. I love it."

Mai laughed and said, "You're one sick puppy. But that is a hell of a story."

They began to sing along together to the radio.

I get up at seven, yeah
And I go to work at nine
I got no time for livin'
Yes, I'm workin' all the time

It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that's why they call me
They call me the working man

They call me the working man
I guess that's what I am

I get home at five o'clock
And I take myself out a nice, cold beer
Always seem to be wonderin'
Why there's nothin' goin' down here

They both smiled as they rocked out to the song and enjoyed the awesome guitar solo that followed it. "How did you know the words, dude? You're too cool for school this song was way before your time."

"Hey I like past generations of music more than my own. I get a lot of my influence from my mom but for some reason she never liked Rush. Didn't like Lemmy's voice. But my dad did..." He was silent a moment.

Just then, a voice chimed im on their headset as they tore up Pillbox Hill. "Hey, it's Ron. Remember the CFO COO intern and restroom attendant at the startup?" Paul looked at Mai. "The fuck?"

"Okay so you're about to go to the boat, right? Trevor's asked that you approach from sea and air, okay? Half of you are going to Vespucci and half of you are going to Higgins Helitours in La Puerta. Just so you know, the frat boys you're going after move weight so they're likely to have security. Armed security. And the amount of juice they're on aint exactly a mood stabilizer. So well, I wouldn't expect them to roll over. Just so you know..."

Paul turned to Mai. "I think I like this guy more than the last one at least..."

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Okay so that's all for now. I will hopefully update soon. I will show the rest of the coke heist next chapter as they rip off the frat boys. As far as who was killed in Zilla's story, I had it be Demon. I didn't want to and I was strongly debating it over time but I had planned on him dying at the hands of Marabunta in a drive-by and since Zilla's character El Sol had pretty much hit up both sides I figured why not make it somebody who will be missed?

Don't get me wrong this isn't the last w'll see of Big Demon as there is still a year before his death and up to the point where Paul ends up in prison but as far as his character goes he is dead. And honestly I based the shooting of him as far as my end somewhat on the shooting of that leader of the Brown Pride gang member in Tennessee who was shot by MS-13 as shown on gangland. I wanted Demon to represent that proud varrio gangster with a g ride but who dies in his varrio as his car made him a mark.

As for Foga, I know he was pretty two dimensional and really the way we view him is pretty much as a piece of shit as thee viewer through Netop's eyes but that picture was meant to somewhat make the scene sadder if not at all for Foga which it wasn't for me, then for Demon. You can sympathize with him there. In a way that's sort of a homage to American History X how they show a brief scene where Derrick and Danny are both little kids on the beach. See when i first watched that movie i already knew Danny dies because the douche who told me about it spoiled it but it was still great. At the time I enjoyed Higher Learning more as th movie that was about skinheads but I ended up liking American History X more it's deeper and more introspective in a way.

As far as the snorting off the knife and the way Neto yells we get several references to Breaking Bad and no that biker didn't have aids but it's still reckless and crazy to do what Neto did.

But lets just say iof i had been seeing it the first time and didn't know the spoiler something tells me that by showing that scene of them both playing as kids at the beach when they're still innocent that to me would have still been a sign one of them would die.

In this case, they both did but we all die. As for Ernesto's standoff with Mark and Miguel with lee thats just to sort of give Miguel and Ernesto his groove back cause while i did turn them over to Zilla and leave their fate up to him down the line, I dont buy that they would let themselves get punked as much as they have without retaliation because they wouldn't. Ernesto had more territory than New Arcadia. It's just a geographical fact not necessarily a my character vs yours one. If Mark was from New Austin/Texas and Ernesto from Jefferson Parish it would be the same story. Most states are simply not as big in size as California, Texas and Alaska and several states could fit into each.

But still I wanted to at least be triue to the bad assitude of Mark and Lee in the way they talk shit. I mean they've given plenty of loicks to their enemies and they've taken it well Mark has taken more losses than Lee I haven't seen Lee get that fucked up yet. But as far as what Mark said he would do to Miguel if he ever came back to his state and he saw him, is a nod to a threat made by Zilla's character in his Roman Empire story which i recommend checking out as it's almost finished.

And also in tradition with not making Mark look too weak after that (But he is injured so he can take that "L" for now which really isn't even that much of one aside from pride but honestly now hes got more reason to be mad at the Apostles than VLA though after six months we know our characters will clash again. Mark's got a n uphill battle to fight the GA's, Ernesto does with trying to wipe the Condados out of Sunbelt. Also I decided Cornudo which is basically like saying fagot or cuck should be the gang diss for Condados/Tango Blasts. I had a hard time thinking of one for the Trinity I was gonna say Tranity's a play on Tranny and rinity but then I thought wait Terranos is a good enough term for the Trinity's/Trinitarios in this case because La Eme refers to blacks as Terranos too that's another slang word for them. I may have mispelled it from the way it's said but you can pretty much see how it would be pronounced.

As for Mark in Mexico Idk what part Zilla put him i I would assume Sinaloa but anyway that scene is from Red Dead Redemption and I also don't know who in the madrazo cartel he's met up with but I figured maybe it would be interesting if Markl started getting taught by a former associate of Santa Muerte, El Morado.

As for the thing that Cornelius was saying (He's based on Kamau Bell who i hate and find annoying but he is at least trying to explore all minorities not just blacks in his show united shades of america) that's from an article I read about how not all of Africa was underdeveloped and that the stereotype of them being stone age was used as justification to steal resources and people Jimmy Rudell is based on the late John Trudell the half Sioux half Mexican member of AIM. The reference to his family being murdered that really happened to him. He is also a descendent of Pancho Villa. Since Zilla and me are both history buffs i cant wait to see what hel say with regards to what that cunt said about my people his peop and the race of people his old lady belong to. I'd honestly like to hear what Ana or Lee would say regarding the fireworlks argumemt.

Jimmy's speech about civilization and the great lie is something John Trudell actually did say and I agree. I can't really decide on the Asian American activist maybe Margaret Cho only cause shes both a comedian and an activist. As far as what the white supremacist lady was saying, she is still based on Fading Light on Stormfront who me and Zilla gareed might be an antagonist in his story. Basically i presented this but i wanted to see how he would have each of his characters react to this because i know some of what some would say but you never know someone's character as well as they do. Still I think I got Mark and Lee's shit talking down. And while I may try and give Zill some pointers on calo and he can on ebonics i think he made a fair judgement on Miguel seeing him as somebody in his father's shadows. I agree. I don't know if he intended that as criticism i mean constructive criticism but thats what it is to me and thats how i take it. It's honest.

And the way Lee had a gun to Miguel while Miguel had a knife on him is a slight nod to a brief standoff between the bad guys in The Crow when Tin Tin and Skank draw weapons on each other because Tin Tin said pussies drink last.

Can't really decide who the two female gangsters La Tortura and Lady Casper were based on. I may have to get back to you guys on that. I may use some pornstars. Retired ones that is.

As for Skinny Charles he's visually based on Anwan Glover who played Slim Charles on The Wire.

I changed up the Sons Of Samoa gang replica from Sons Of Polynesia to Usos. Im, aware Usos are a real gangi i forget what country but hell Barrio Aztecas and Vagos are real gangs too didn't stop Rockstar from basing them off other existing real life gangs.

Also the way the female setup went against the Condados and the way the Ese's hid in the flatbed is based on a real drive by back in 1990 when two females drove a pickup into a blood hood and the Bloods cat called them and they came back and then two crips came out and shot two of them the third got away.

Basically, the two crips got a life sentence but the female drivers didn't get any time. And the way Miguel threw the blue flag out to taunt is also what the crips did after they shot the bloods.

Anyway that's all for now. Until next time