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.

46. Luck Of The Irish

Packie

2008

No Touching Rule

He and Gerry and Gordon and Michael were all in their place in Dukes. Gerry got a text message and he turned to the rest of the Irish Americans, "All right boys you ready for another job? We need to drop by the Triangle Club in Bohan."

"After that fucking shootout last month? You gotta be kidding me, Gerry."

"Hey, none of us got pinched for that shit. Besides, we're there to clip a made man. Remember how the Lupasella's gave us trouble before? Well we got a way to fuck over one of their made guys."

"Hey I'm all for fucking over the mafia but you remember they pretty much made an alliance with the South Bohan crews right? They'll be in Bohan too I'm sure of it. Plus I heard they cut themselves a deal with the Dominicans too."

"So what? Look, I don't like being errand boy for the Pegorinos either. And we're not really. We just let them think we are but really we're using them as much as thy think they're gonna use us. Besides, if the Pegorinos step outta line I can promise that's one family we'd have no trouble mopping the floor with. And even with the Dominican drug crews you forget we still can rely on Playboy X plus that Puerto Rican coke connection you made in the projects?"

"

"I didn't forget, Gerry. I just remember what you always told me. Can't trust anybody that aint our family."

"Trust em? God no! But you can trust their own greed and their own self interest and it's in their best interest that we stay healthy. And be allowed to have you and by extension, us progit off what business we do in South Bohan"

"So I have to ask..do you know a girl named Carmen Ortiz?"

"Yeah...vaguely. Friend of Elizabeta Torres..."

"She's also a pole dancer at the Triangle Club. She still shows up there sometimes. It seems Carmen From The Block paid her way through medical school through stripping. She had her bills paid for by a wise guy hitman for the Lupasella's. Sonny Honorato. She took care of him when he had a heart attack back in '03."

"Yeah but Carmen? She's not a stripper no more is she?" Gerry stated, "Actually, she is. In a way that is. She strips just not that often. It's more like a once in a blue moon thing for her. Word is she's been moonlighting at the titty bar again. Must be saving up for something nice. Maybe a tit job."

"Isn't she like twenty three?" Asked St Michael. Packie turned to him. "Yeah, so?" Gordon chuckled. "So in '03 she would have been eighteen. I didn't know a slut could an RN license at eighteen. And even if she could, that's still jailbait. He would have been sixty. Talk about jailbait. He must have had his eyes on her before she was legal."

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"What can I say. She's a slut. People in her neighborhood seem to know that much," Gerald stated. "But that's gonna work to our advantage. Even though she's a niurse it seems like she likes being a stripper more and she still loves the attention she gets from the guys."

Gordon chuckled. "That's the problem with a lot of broads these days. They don't want us to stare at their tits but they show them off. They want our attention no matter how much they pretend they don't."

"You're too fucking ugly to get laid, Gordo. I'm gonna need a videotape just to prove you even lost your virginity," Packie mocked. "Shut up, Packie," Gerald ordered. "We're hitting the titty bar. Ray aint gonna be there. Playboy will be and some of his crew, maybe a few Lords just to make sure Carmen's safe when we do what we gotta do."

"What is it you want us to do?" Asked Packie. "I want you to get a lap dance from Carmen. Make it happen however you can. That's if she's available to give a lap dance. If she's on the stage, then get yourself a dance and a drink and wait until she goes to some old timer. That'll be Sonny. Sonny's a major hitter for the Lupasella's. He's killed one or two of our guys. Remember Mickey and Bernie from Purgatory? They both got clipped by that old goombah."

"The fuck...when did they get those guys?!" Packie demanded. "Just the other day," Gerald replied. "They found the poor bastards in the West River. Plucked eyebrows. Who knows the old Guinea fuclk may have even diddled their corpses. Sonny's always been said to be a perverted old bastard...now we gotta get over to the club. Actually...I got a surprise for ya when you get there too."

They got into Gerry's green Willard and began to drive. "I fuckin hate strip clubs. Whoever came up with the no touching rule is a fag..." Gordon complained. "Whatsa matter with you?" Asked Gerry. "They're somebody's daughter ya ingrate! Granted, they've got nice knockers but you know they got feelings too and all that other crap."

"Gerry's one of those guys that reads dirty magazines just for the articles," Cracked St. Michael as they drove onto the Broker-Dukes Expressway. "Yeah? I heard about you Keene's," Stated Gerry. "I heard your ma and pa were in brother sister pornos. Except they weren't acting. What do they call that again? Method acting!"

"Fuck you, Gerry! Don't talk about my parents like that!" Packie joined in saying, "No, Gerry, it's called Taboo porn. Or as it's known in Michael's house, porn."

This got a howl of laughter from the other two Irishman whiler St. Michael flipped Patrick off. "So what do the rest of us do while Packie's embarassing himself with strippers when they see he's got coke dick?" Asked Gordon.

"Well, while you can go toss money at girls who definitly won't sleep with you I figured Michael can either have a drink or get a lap dance and pretend it's his mom so he can get hard. And Gerry can go flirt with the bouncers."

St Michael growled, "Fuck you!" He then added, "Seriously, Packie what do you want us to do?"

"I don't know, ask Gerry he's the one in charge. Maybe hd can have you blow one of the bouncers,. He'll even show you how."

"If I wasn't driving little brother, I'd kick your ass," Warned Gerry. "If I need the two of youse to do anything while Packie gets a lap dance, and I grab a drink, it's to watch for anybody that looks like they don't belong. We're expecting Honorato and maybe some guys from South Bohan and North Holland but if you see any guys who look like they're coming from Little Italy or Northwood you need to let me and Packie know. Truth be told, I don't trust Elizabeta. She's a coke head."

"Have you forgotten we both do rails too, Gerry?" Asked Packie. "Nah but I'm a stable cokehead. Something about her she looks like she might snap one day. And I don't trust that Manny Escuela punk either. Kid's a camera whore. I don't like Playboy X either. But more than that, I don't trust those three yahoos that run that fucking club. I don't even got that much interest in Bohan but even I can run that place better than they could."

"Fuck that. Why don't we just try and make enough money to buy back soe of our old spts in Purgatory? Let those yuppie cocksuckers know they can't gentrify us? That neighborhood is where are roots are. What do we want with a bunch of ghetto buildings in Bohan?"

"Not the slums, broham. Just the titty bars. That's where the money is."

They got across the bridge and pulled into the Triangle Club within a short amount of time. They went inside and Gerry walked up to Javier Trunchez. "You got what I need?" The Puerto Rican gangster nodded. "We straight. Your boy usually comes in like a half hour to a hour from now. Have a drink. On the house. Carmen should be up on th stage soon."

Gerry got a Whiskey, Gordon walked up getting a lp dance from an Asian stripper while Packie walked past a brunette strippr with neck length brown hair. She wore red panties and a black bra. She spke with a southern accent. Normally, Packie found southern accents to be annoying sounding like a redneck. He still considered himself an Irishman first and an American second but between being a Yank and a Rebel he was glad to be from Liberty instead of some cousin fucker state down south. Still, her accent was sexy. She came off like a southern belle and it made his dick twitch. "Hi sweetie...you wanna talk somewhere more private?"

"Lead the way, darling," Packie said playing it cool. "It's this way...you're gonna like this sweetie..." There was something about her accent and tone of voice that almost made her sound like the blonde daughter on that cartoon about some asshole in New Austin selling propane.

Gerry then beckoned to Gordon who was getting a lap dance to end it and follow him to the bosses room as well as St. Michael. The Truchez brothers handed them suppressed weapons. He handed Gerry a suppressed MP5, Gordon a suppressed Itacha and St Michael a suppressed 9mm. He handed Gerry an extra. "For your hermano," The Puerto Rican Lord stated. "But just one condition. No popping off in my club, aight? We can't have none of that shit up in here. We had it a couple years ago that's true but not again ya heard?"

Gerry nodded. "I got no problem with that, amigo," He said in a bit of a condescending tone on the last part. "I can make that guarantee for me and my crew. Anybody else, I aint responsible for."

"Yeah well anybody else that tries gonna have this shit in their face," Stated the fattest of the brothers referring to the shotgun. "But really bro, wait until he takes off after he gets his dance or his knob polished and shit. Then go after him."

Packie was soon getting his lap dance. An African American girl joined them. On orders of the Truchez brothers. "Your brother's lucky day. Could be his last too going up against Sonny. Might as well go out with a bang..."

"Hey you trying to turn my brother into an oil driller, bucko? No offense I appreciate the hospitality and ackie does love variety but usually that means a redhead or a blonde to go with the brunette..." Javier chuckled, "Watch that kinda talk around here. I got all kinds of brothers in the nation. Besides, it aint like he'd take either one of them bitches home to mama, no?"

"Fuck no! Not unless he'd want to give her a heart attack...just make sure he wears a rubber..."

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Aint every day somebody gets Champagne Room treatment..."

Javier then whispered to the girl what she was to do as well as what the one Packie already went in with should do, She had a larger ass than the first one and larger breasts. She wore a pink g string and a black bra though he could hardly call it a bra since they were more like black x's. She wore an orange wig as many strippers tended to so that when they did go home they wouldn't be hit on by the guys that came there. The brunette moaned , "Mmmm if they weren't watching, I'd let you touch me..."

"Yeah...but I don't exactly want to get thrown out..."

The African American stripper grinned. They began to thrust their hips in a way that stimulated oral with the darker girl's face near the brunette ones panty line. Then the two began to grind their asses into each other backing up. They then got onto his lap, the thicker one on the left leg the petite on the right and began to grind on him. "Do you like this? Huh sweetie?"

"This no touching rule...rules are made to be broken right?" He asked.

She laid across his lap and began to thrust while the thicker woman grinded stimulating sex doggystyle. He was fully erect now watching this. She smacked her on the ass as she did this. They then did the opposite switching positions and the lighter skinned stripper spanked the thicker one as she lay across Packie's lap. "Mmmm...I bet you wanna touch these, huh...?"

"I gotta drop by Bohan more often..." Packie said. They both stood up on him and began to thrust into his face. The heavier one whispered into the petite ones ear. "Oh...I'm getting real turned on..." Moaned the southern girl.

"Okay I know you're just saying that but it sounded real. You ever consider working n the film industry? San Martinez Valley. Seriously..."

The black girl put her hand on his cock. "Oh...you're a big boy!" He raised his eyebrows, "Yeah? Hey I can't touch you but you can touch me...you wanna free willie, I'm game..."

She licked his ear. "You wanna give me a RIDE...home after?"

The southern one sounded off again too, "Oh! You look like a really bad man...ohhh!" He looked at her saying, "You got no idea sweetheart...Packie McReary..."

He went to get out more money but they stopped him. "No...this ones on the house..." They then both smiled unzipping his zipper and they closed the door. They both lost their tops. They began to kiss his neck moving up to his lips. He put his hand on the darker ones ass and his right hand on the southern belle's tits. "Ohh...you bad boy..." She giggled. It seemed they were not acting at all. Just then, Carmen Ortiz walked in. "Hey! You the one that's gonna ice Sonny Honorato?"

"You wanna say that a little louder? I don't think they heard you in Vice City..." He growled. "It don't matter. I hate that old boboso. Always drooling over my tits...even if he did pay for em...he keeps holding that over my head. I like dancing but I don't want a geriatric all over me..."

"Well he aint here yet so...if you don't mind..."

"Oh...I see what you got going on in here...three's company you know..."

"Yeah but there's three of us..." She moved over to him. "Come on papi...once a man's had a threesome there's only one way to go...up one more...if they're getting dick that don't need pills so am I! Unless you want me to tell Mr. Sonny what you got planned or have the bouncer throw you out... you alreaady got vanilla and chocolate why not throw in some caramel for good measure?"

"You're a lot of trouble aren't you...alright lass... if you insist..." With that, the scantily clad Puerto Rican Mexican and Dominican woman who was wearing a gold pair of panties and a bra pulled her panties down. "You better not be no minute man either!" She warned.

He thought to himself, Well if this is my last day on earth this wouldn't be a bad send off. As the three women moved toward him.

Paul

2012

Counting Coup

He was at Chask's funeral. The religious ceremonies were over the burial was over he was pretty much in the ground. Paul had met his family and they all seemed angry at the Warriors for getting him killed. All though it was IC who really did it, he couldn't exactly say he felt blameless. He didn't. But all they could do now was try and avenge him tonight. His family had went home but the gang members still were crowded around his freshly dug grave. Little Joe, being the type that always had tried to rap had come up with a freestyle he wanted to share with each of them. Paul, Aila, Dawn, Chogan, Ray, all of them.

Little Joe was in his typical fedora even at the funeral. His matted black hair was somewhat tamer this time. "This one's going out to my homeboy Chaskaa a crazy Nakota bastard quick to blast ya always coming through with that bomb ass kush, always put it down on an IC wuss when I was broke and Chogan was locked down in the hole the homie looked out for me and my folks bud, beer or dough, man I miss my bro. Back in 2009, man my partner in crime the rez is the hood up to no good me Cho and Ska would..." He was unable to continue further, ittle Joe's voice cracking and he teared up. Chogan hugged his little brother. "It's alright, bro. We're gonna put these Clits in the dirt. You're gonna get your chance..."

Dawn was in tears looking down at the gravesrtone. "It's my fault! I couldn't save him...they rolled up on him just like that! I couldn't save him..."

Paul told her, "It's not your fault. I could have happened to any of us. IC took a loss so now they're being petty..."

"But it wasn't petty," She whimpered. "Chaska was my friend. He's like family!"

"I know that..." Chogan was good and loaded taking a slug of whiskey. "Those Apples gotta pay today..."

"Hey you wanna hit them back and not know who did it?" Asked Paul. "That doesn't sound like a good plan to just hit random dudes from the other side."

"I never said it'd be random guys," The Cree gang leader stated. "I know for a fact that a lot of their boys work at the docks down in the Port of Teranto; The Angels bought one of the warehouses. Their boss is an ex Angel only people have been saying he's not so ex..he's just a way for them to try and look more legit. He hires a lot of ex cons to work in the warehouse. Both Angels and IC bitches are working there."

Chogan had an angry and bitter look on his face before taking one last swig. "For the homies..." He poured it out. "Hey, I would have drank that..." Little Joe complained. Chogan stated, "Shut the fuck up."

Just then, an older woman possibly in her 40's or 50's was walking up. She was Cree too but Paul could tell she was Metis. Her eyes were light a bright kind of hazel. She was skinny, petite without much curves to speak of but she was still fairly attractive except he could tell that she was a substance abuser. "Hey...Cho...I'm sorry to hear about Chaska..."

He sighed, "Look, I don't have any booze on me alright? I just had my last drink for a while. The police have been up my ass about smuggling hooch on the rez so I gotta lay low for a while. You want me to get you that drink so you aint dry it's gotta be 40 like I said..."

"I got twenty...can't you just meet me halfway?" He shook his head. "Nah, girl. I need forty or no deal."

"Look just take twenty now and I'll bring you twenty later..." She begged. "If you want I can fuck you again..."

"I said no, bitch! Get the fuck outta here! We got business to take care of anyway."

"She angrily responded? Yeah?! Well fuck you and your small dick, little fucker!" Paul couldn't help but crack up at that. Little Joe said, "Hey I maybe named Little Joe but the one place I aint small is down there, baby I inherited the better genetics than Chode...I mean Chogan..." This got a laugh out of Aila and even Dawn even though the two had been mourning the loss of Chaska. She shook her head, "No I can't get into that with a minor...maybe when you're older, huh?"

She left the graveyard and Little Joe called out, "But my dick's bigger! And I'd give it to ya for free!" Aila rolled her eyes, "If you're trying to get laid, Joe, the idea is not to give a girl the option that she can demand money before she lets you stick it in..."

"He really is big though," Dawn admitted. "Measured seven soft..."

"Goddamn, how are you still a virgin?" Paul asked. "Cause I don't really like High School chicks. They all either don't put out out or they're sluts that think they know what they're doing but my boys say they can't suck dick for shit. It's not until the rez chicks get to college they start learning shit. But the white girls already know what to do by that age. Maybe I should go down to the campus with a party favor or two and maybe they'll return the favor...or two..."

"You're such a pig," Aila said rolling her eyes. Dawn also added, "Once you go white, you can never go right."

Raymond chuckled and dapped the younger gang member, "Naw don't trip homie we'll get you laid. All good things to thoser who wait, doggy," Chogan added, "Yeah but don't blow your first load on that fucking skank, man. She'd suck off a mailman for a drink..."

"Why would she suck off the mailman for a drink?" Asked Aila with a laugh. "It's just an expression. Just shut up..."

"Damn someone's in a mood," Aila said. "Don't take it out on me, Chode Gun..."

"Fuck you. Five inches is still the global average. I'm fucking 5.9. Gimme a break. It's not the size of the boat it's the size of the motion in the ocean."

"Yeah but you can't sail in the ocean in a Dingy," Aila cracked. This got a laugh out of Little Joe and Dawn and even Ray cracked a smile despite not wanting to laugh at his homie. "Fuck you, Aila. You just want a nine inch hog cause your shit is probably like shaking a dick in a doorway. All you bitches saying you want a man with a big dick and a big bank account why don't you get a tighter pussy and a job?"

"I was just kidding, Cho, you don't have to get so pissed off..."

Dawn added, "And that's not very nice. Like at all...both of you need to apologize. Aila I been with Chogan before and he can still hit it right. Plus sometimes cocks on th smaller side are better for anal..." Paul's eyes widened as did Aila's but for different reasons,. Hers was that she didn't know that. His was upon learning she was open to anal. "For real?" She asked. She nodded. "And Cho, Aila's pussy is nice and tight...I can tell you that for a fact..."

Little Joe grumbled, "I actually hate all of you right now. You especially, Paul. You had a fucking threeway? That's what you guys were doing...and they on't even let me show em what's up cause they look at me like the little brother..."

"Well you are the younger brother, bro...the first time...it's not all it's cracked up to be. There's nothing all that about it. It's something to just get over with."

"No I mean they see me like their little brother. And you know that aint cool..."

"Hey, I'm sorry, Chogan I was just kidding," Chogan didn't look at her

"To hell with you," He stated. "You aint my homegirl. You're not even from my rez what are you even doing here? At least Paul helps," He turned to Paul, "So are you down to go and pop these Idiot Clique bitches? That Sultan Dawn said she saw shoot Chaska is down there. The motherfucker that laid him out is down there and probably works at the docks. So I say we roll on down there and start laying them out."

With that, Ray, Chogan and Little Joe got into Ray's red 2010 Bison. Dawn got in as well. He had two more rez bangers with him. One was a female a bit on the heavy side with thick red lipstick and heavy makeup short dark brown hair and light brown skin. She wore a beige jacket. She was pretty in a way but she looked a bit like a lesbian. The next gang member wore a dark red shirt under a black jacket. He was dark skinned with brown almond shaped eyes and long jet black hair. He was of Lakota and Nakota descent and was actually from the southern part of North Yankton. He was Chaska's cousin, and his name was Danny Sleeping Bear. All though he was born in North Yankton he was in Central Canada. He was twenty seven years old and was considered an OG where he came from.

While Dawn Ray, Chogan and Little Joe rode in the truck, the lesbian looking chick, Natalie Littlewolf. Aila looked over at Chogan with a frown as he got into the truck. "Come on," She said. "We'll take my car..."

He followed her to where a dark gray Merit waited. "Hey, about what Chogan said, that wasn't cool. I know you were only kidding..."

"I mean it really is that size," She said. "But maybe I went a little too far...you probably think I'm a bitch, right? I shouldn't have made that joke. Bad timing. We lost Chaska and all..but he's wrong about me not being from the set. I just aint from his rez so he thinks he can call me out on that."

"You're not a bitch," Paul said. "It's just that you got a different way of grieving than he does uses firewater and blow you use humor..."

"I used to do drugs and drink too but...I've been sober a few weeks now...I know that's not much but we all can't be straight edge like you, Paul," Sghe said as they followed Ray's truck. "I'm no straight edge," He told her. "I smoke bud. Down in Bohan we smoke good shit. The kinda shit that'd put you on your ass."

"Well, I don't mind bud but the way things ar with me I'd be better off not even touching that shit again. Like...ever...just cause it may not be a gateway drug for normal people, I got an addictive personality but...I don't want to be like one of the drugged out welfare moms on the rez. Whether Cree or Mohawk ya know? I don't want to end up like that and I know Dawn doesn't either...Chogan doesn't seem to care if he lives or dies or not. It's like he's already given up. When his asshole dad didn't take care of them, he's the one that had to take care of Joe. What people forget is Chogan's still young himself. He had too much on his shoulders at a young age. Taking care of a baby brother. Mom was a drunk and died, his dad molested him...and then for him to have to take on raising a brother...and now he's leading the warriors so it's like he's raising more teens than just Joe."

"That's pretty fucked up," Paul admitted. "I can see that he doesn't really care about his own health but Joe's huffed too. He's giving him the wrong idea about the way to be. It'd be one thing if he didn't care about his own life if he didn't have a brother to look after but he does. So he should straighten his shit out. If he was my little brother that's what I would have done..."

"Yeah you know you're about the only Mohawk dude I ever met that was an only child. Seriously. How is that?"'

"My parents stayed together cause my mom was afraid he'd try and kill her or me if she tried to leave but...truth is they weren't good for each other. desn't matter. What do you know about these guys we're about to hit up?"

"Not much except that he's supposed to be retired from the Angels. I don't know if they're really allowed to do that I thought they had a forever thing going but maybe biker gangs aint like street gangs. I mean even if he was still active in whatever hustle the Dead Beats got going on, he hasn't ridden on a hog or worn his patch in a long time. He hires some rez dudes, some gang bang some don't. There's some ex cons from our rez, from the Grand River, all that. But most don't bang. But some of these Cree guys that bang for IC are dudes that are related to people from rez's further west so it's guys we have beef with. This guy doesn't just recruit bikers and rez dogs. He also hires guys from the projects too. I don't know if any of them gang bang. They really are just working at the docks same as the workers at any other dock warehouse. Unloading shit iport export but some of the big homies inside have been thinking that maybe they also import some other shit from Anges are also said to be using that place as a front to clean their money and if that's true, IC could be doing the same thing."

"So if we take out that warehouse, we'd be doing a serious blow to the dead beats. Is that what you're saying?"

She nodded. "That's what i'm thinking we should do. I heard they import sex slaves there. I've also heard that wasn't true from other people so who really knows? But even if it's not true, it is true for Dead Beats in other cities so that makes them guilty by association to me. Besides, even if they're only moving coke or whatever else, hitting them where they clean their money will make it harder for them and IC to operate."

"I don't know if we should even do all that," Paul said. "We should just stick to killing the punks that laid out Chaska, right? Hell, if anybody does have the right to kill that asshole it'd be Danny."

"I know. Thats really the only way it should be."

Finally they arrived at the dock. Chogan passed out weapons. For himself, he kept a Ithaca 37, for Paul, an MP5, for Dawn, two Uzi's. Aila had an AK-74 in the trunk for herself. Little Joe had a Beretta M12 Ray had a Spas 12. Natalie had two Glock 17's and Danny had an M4. "All right here's what we're gonna do. As much as I hate these Dead Beat assholes, we're gonna check with Teddy first and see if he'd just be willing to tell us which one of his men drives a blue ultan."

"There's that piece of shit ride right there. We could just wait till that fool leaves and catch him slipping," His older brother shook his head. "No we're not doing that Joey. We'd draw too much attention just staying down here at the docks if we aint got business here. Shit, is gonna draw attention to ourselves when we gotta use these guns bso when it does I'd rather have it count. Really we don't even need to kill that many people. If we can just get the bitch in the car I don't even gotta kill Teddy,"

Chogan turned to Paul. "You should go deal with him. I hate these foreman pricks. If he just tells us which one of them did it, we can just deal with it quick and be outta here..."

Mai

East Side Rendezvous

She sat with Jill in the apartment both drinking coffee. "So how's Clyde?" Asked Mai with a smirk. "That's not funny."

"Seriously, you more than paid him back for what he did."

(Flashback)

"Look, man you better take your ass outta here while we let you, motherfucker. Man, I was a fan of yours, rookie of the year and all that shit until I found out you hit women, man."

"Word?" Asked Romeo. "Look, I had love for you but now?" He pulled out his 9mm and cocked it. "Now you better leave."

Clyde pulled out his own Handgun. "Really? That's how you wanna do this? You realize i'm in the same line of work as Mai now right? I can hang with the best of them. I've killed..."

Cherry had snuck up behind him. She pointed a .25 at the back of his head. "You're outnumbered, baby. There's only one move here..." He looked at Jill. "Look what do I gotta do to let you know I'm sorry?"

"You beat me like I was a fucking man...so give me back the time I wasted with you. Short of that? You could kill yourself..."

"Or we could blast this punk for you, Jill. You aint from the set but you cool. We could make sure this motherfucker vanishes."

"So if I hit you, you won't do anything?" Asked Jill. Clyde shook his head. "I deserve it, babe...I know I do..." Romeo sneered at the ex ball player. "Oh I know you won't. Cause if you raise a hand at her we're gonna raise ours at you. Only it aint fists we're hitting you with," He beckoned with his gun. "You wouldn't do that...even an ex football star...you'd get death row if you killed me."

"Naw bro," Stated TV. "This neighborhood is mostly immigrants that came here illegally. Or a lot of them came here legally but they know we run this block and nobody snitches around here."

Gina walked up sporting a green Soccer jersey. Her black hair tied back in a ponytail. She crossed her arms. "Yeah now this I gotta see...and if he does lay a hand on you, I'm stepping in the ring with im before we pop him..."

"Are you kidding me? She's like five three what are you gonna do?" Clyde mocked. "Try me..." Warned the Asian American gangster. "You think I don't know about you? Me and your boy Baby Face...we work for some of the same people. You think I don't know about you, Gina? G Ride Gina. Because you spread your legs for any swinging dick in the back of a low rider. I heard it doesn't matter who either. Baller, Families, cholos. You'd probably fuck a Psycho too. You think I don't know you took on six guys to get into the Da Nang Boyz? And I don't mean in a fight..."

She smiled. "I maybe a slut. I admit it. But I still got more respect than you. These fools around here may call me a bitch or a ho but calling somebody words isn't as bad as hitting them. You football guys think you can just do whatever you want and not get paid back for it."

Clyde snarled, "I don't owe any of you an apology I owe Jill..." Jill put her .357 in his face and he stopped what he was saying. "Clyde...you and I have been together for a while but you crossed a line. I would tell you to get the fuck out of here but I know you;'ll just be back. Mai taught you a lesson but it was my lesson to teach. And you won't leave me alone. So you got two choices. I can kill you right here...or you get out of here but only after I teach you a lessonnnn..."

He stood there and said, "Fine..." With that she hit him in the gut with the pistol as hard as she could and he dropped to his knees. She followedup with a punch to the face. She handed Mai her Magnum. He fell over his lip bleeding. "Atta girl!" Cried Cherry. "Hit him with a hard right cross baby! WHOO!" He stood up and she punched him with a hard left this time. It packed only about half the amount of strength as her right blow did but it was hard enough to send him staggering and his nose bled now. She fgritted her teeth and kicked him in the stomach and he doubled over.

"Kick his ass, J!" Cheered on T Mart. She walked up to him and kicked him in the face. He fell over groaning and he writhed on the ground. "I'm sorry..." He cried trying to breathe. "Fuck you!" The brunette responded kicking him in the rib cage. She kicked him in the chest. She roared with rage hitting him hard with a blow to the left eye and he cried out in pain and she pumbled him with another punch./ T Mart looked at Romeo with a grin saying, "Dam am I the only one that finds this kinda hot?" Romeo chuckled and dapped his homeboy. Jill gave him another kick in the stomach with her boots and he coughed unable to catch his breath. She kicked him again and again and he rolled over coughing up blood as he had a broken rib now.

"How does it feel?!" Mai stopped her. "That's enough..." She followed up with one more punch to the face busting his open cut on his cheek open more. "I hate you!" She growled. He fell over. "I'm sorry...I love you..." He groaned. "Don't..." She hissed. She did not hit him again as he was already a mess but she said, "If you love me, Clyde, stay away from me. Get some therapy. Go back to Dr. Freidlander and tell him what you did. Maybe one day you'll be ready for a relationship again. But do NOT call me."

She took her Magnum back and Clyde got up and scurried away. Mao and TV and Romeo chased him out of there. The Laotian gang member demanded that Clyde give up all the money in his wallet. Jill called out to them not to harm him any further. Clyde gave up his money and fled. Jill put her pistol against Baby Face's groin. "You better not ever hit me. Understand?"

He nodded but put his hand to her hand on the gun and said, "I hear you. And I get you're worked up but you can't pull a gun on me in my own hood. Don't ever do that again."

She nodded. "Deal. I was just making a point. Every man values their cock more than anywhere else."

(Present Day)

Mai looked at Jill. "You're not thinking of joining the Da Nang Boyz though, are you?" Jill shook her head. "No. You talked me out of that. I do still like Baby Face though. His real name is Ken. He's sweet. Just misunderstood."

"I'll take your word for it," Jill chuckled. "Hey, if you end up in prisom you said yourself even if you are ex military you might need the backup from them. I don't know why you haven't. You're kind of already a de-facto member as it is."

"They're okay it's just...I'm an adult. Most of them are still kind of kids. A lot of them as young as my youngest room mate. I see them as like little siblings in a way. Annoying ones but stilll siblings. The way it is, an older sister isn't supposed to take orders from a younger sister or brother, right? It's all about age. Back where my parents come from and all, being the first born means a in most places around the world if you think about it. It's like...in a way...I like some of them but they're beneath me. Romeo's a loud mouth. Too young to be a leader."

She chuckled and said, "Even though people from that clique is basically what a girl like me has, lke let's say I wanted to date somebody from a gang. I just see Triads or Yakuza as more my style as far as intelligence and sophistication go. They're professionals. The DNB's are more amature. Same with the Tiny Psychos. They're the types that would be used for bullet fodder for a real organized crime syndicate like Yakuzas or Triads. Or even Kkangpae! It's kind of embarrassing. Chinese have Tongs, Yakuza for Japan, Kkangpae for the Yakuza but all we get is the Da Nang Boyz. I've yet to meet anybody in it that's thirty or older. That's weird to me because I've seen older gangsters among the Families, the Ballas, Aztecas and Vagos and in a way they're similar in terms of street level sophistication but I just find it weird that everybody in the Da Nang Boyz are young as hell. I feel like it didn't used to be that way in the 80's or 90's either."

"No, probably not but you know, like the news says. Criminals get younger and younger every day. Their dads or whatever taught them. And mine taught me at least how to pick locks and use a gun. You know...we broke into some houses together but...he never wanted me to use what I knew for this kind of life. He wanted more from intended me to know these kinds of things as more of a survival skill. As a last resort kind of thing you know? He taught me that...I shouldn't rely on any man to save me either because there's not always going to be one around."

"Your dad sounds like a smart man," Mai said with a smile. "He is," Jill said with some sadness in her tone. "He just made a mistake."

Ivan

She's Gone

It had been three days since Leondre had done his attack on the Aztecas and had nearly lost his life because of it. It was safe to say that if it were not for K Low, who was also wounded in that gunfight, he would not have survived at all. All though Leondre understood the sentiment of wanting revenge for his brother even though he knew now that it had to have been Neto who killed him since Leondre said he did stab was not willing to kill Neto. At least not at this point. If he was ever to become an obstacle in his future, he would but he doubted Neto would in the grand scheme of things. After all, he was no more a patriot to the United States than Ivan.

They were now having the funeral. The funeral was held at a Baptist church in Davis. It was off the main road. Ballas had come all decked out in purple into the church. It was a closed casket funeral. The preacher was a black man from Rancho. He was known as Jerome. He used to bbe a member of the Nation Of Islam but he had gone to Christianity where he had originated anyway but in the 90's he had been in the Nation. "Leela was a young woman with potential and promise. She may have been a member of a street gang but she was also studying in community college. She was looking to get a degree in business. You see we all are sinners. Every last one of us. Some of us who strive for perfection often find a life of Godliness to be have been sinners who have tried to change but try as they might, they couldn't. I believe the opposite is true with Leela. She was a good woman caught up in a bad situation Despite pressure from her 'peers'..." He looked with disdain at the Ballas earning a few laughs from the law abiding citizens of the church and glares from the Ballas. "She was trying to find a way to make a living that was not rooted in sin and criminality."

He then said, "Normally, I would not be the type of man who would say somebody is in a better place now if I didn't believe they were. Despite the short comings of this young woman, I believe she was a good person and was saved in Christ. You see, whether her 'homies' knew it or not she was more than just a gang banger. But that's where the Devil's treachery comes imn. He doesn't care you're trying to better your life. He doesn;t care that you're not content with a life of sin. And when she was murdered in cold blood..." He looked at Leela's crying mother, a dark skinned woman dressed in all black with tears shining her ebony cheeks. "They were doing the Devils work. We are the children of the Lord. We must put a stop to the scourge that is this gang violence!"

"Amen!" Shouted the congregation. Just then, a burst of automatic fire hit the window. Ivan tackled Sugar to the ground and covered her body with his. The Ballas rushed outside with weapons drawn and they saw a car with three Family members inside speeding off. "Motherfucker!" Screamed Tyson as he withdrew his 9mm. He saw police cars going after the car. "Carson bitches hit us up again, goddamn it!" Screamed Tyson. "Come on! We going after those motherfuckers!" Ivan and Sugar insisted on coming. Slim Charlie also got turned to Leondre, "You sure you don't want in on this?"

"Nah...look Leela's my sister but unless that's the niggas that killed her...I'd rather go after Marvin...go get those punks then call me up and we ride on Crystal Heights...they crossed the line...I'ma get some soldiers and we finna ride on these mark avenue bitches."

Ivan got into Skinny Charles's burgandy Baller SUV and they took off up th street. The police were giving chase after the drive by shooters too. Ivan dialed Lester, "Hey I need a favor. Can you patch in to the police scanner and the traffic cameras? We're behind a shit load of LSPD cars who are after a dark blue Sedan but I didn't get to see what kind it was."

"Okay...give me a second..." Sugar stated, "Look, maybe we shouldn't go after them if the one time is on them it aint much we can do...we should just let them do their job. I aint trying to go to jail behind this. Leela was my girl but she wouldn't want to see us locked up..." Lester was on speaker phone and overheard what she said. "You sure? Cause I have a way...maybe...so I can tell you what way they're going and what way you should go if you want to cut them off. You should keep your distance from all the squad cars going after them but maybe if you crash into them or clip into them since they're driving like maniacs, it wouldn't exactly be your fault...okay...two African American males and one female, the driver is female...zooming in on sattelite..."

Sugar looked at Ivan. "Fuck it, I'm down let's get them..."

"It looks like the two men in the back one has a shotgun and one has a Sub Machine Gun..." Tyson was putting in a banana clip to an AK-47. "That aint gonna save these busters from ending up C Food..."

Lester said, "All right...I'm going to patch you into the live news footage feed on your phone..." Lester told him. Ivan said, "Thanks, Lester..."

With that, he was patched in and Ivan began to instruct Skinny Charles where to turn. An undercover car followed. "We have a black and white following suspect in a black Elegant...requesting air units..."

In the car itself was a dark skinned black male with a dark green sweater and a green bandanna on under a Corkers hat. He was the one with the Mac-10. His accomplice was a lighter skinned black male in a green do-rag with shades on and he had a pump shotgun. The driver was a young woman with semi curly hair and she was darker skinned than the guy with the do-rag but lighter than the one in the bandanna. They screamed directions at her about which way to turn. Another cop car was coming up the street. "EAT SHIT AND DUE MOTHERFUCKERS!" Screamed the one with the SMG and he fired off a large burst at the squad car and his partner fired off a blast from the 12 gauge. They hit the side window on the left side of the back seat plus the windshield. The one with the SMG called to the one with the shotgun, "Hit these cops fuck em up!"

The unmarked cop car behind the gangster car, a Caucasian young male with sunglasses on and dark slicked back hair said, "This bitch can drive, man!" As he put on his seat belt. His partner, an older bald Caucasian male put his on too. Skinny took an alternative turn off Little Bighorn based on where Ivan said they were. He took a quick glance at the screen of Ivan's phone seeing as the carload of Families members rolled through a sidewalk knocking over a fruit stand of a Mexican man as well as an older black man's shopping cart. "Goddamn blood where these niggas learn to drive at, man? Hong Kong driving school or some shit?"

Tyson observed and said, "If we don't catch then or the cops don't catch them they're gonna get booked for hit and run. You're already taking a chance of still hitting somebody even when you drive safe but driving on a sidewalk that's pushing fate," He then darkened his expression and tone. "Doesn't matter though. Leela's dead because of a pimp avenging his pimp relative. Today, the four of us are the judge jury and executioner. He's gonna have his day in court but it won't be at Davis City Hall."

Ivan agreed, "Yes, it'll be at Davis Sheriff Station Morgue but we have to catch him first..."

As the two cops in the unmarked car drove after the female gang member the older cop muttered, "Assholes...Families...Ballas..."

Ivan instructed him to turn right at the upcoming lane and he did. The gangster car had shaken all but the unmarked cop car. They were headed toward the Rancho Towers. Skinny Charles put a purple rag over his face and Sugar and Tyson did too. Sugar handed one to Ivan. "ut it on...I'm serious..."

"Even though I am not OCB? Isn't this disrespecting the flag?" He asked with a smirk. "This is no time for jokes!" She hissed. Skinny Charles stated, "Today you are, fool. Put it on! Unless you want to get hauled off the Bounty!" He did as he was told. With that they were right up alongside the cop car and soon the Elegant. "Yo what's up partna? No respect for the dead?"

"Yo Ball Sacks, cuz! Dump on these slob bitches!" Cried the darker skinned Carson member. The one with the do-rag pulled the trigger, "I'm out, loc! Bust homie bust!" The one with the Mac still had about twenty rounds left in his. He aimed at Tyson but seemed to want to spray up all four of them in one go. "CK, motherfucker!" Screamed Tyson and both parties discharged rounds hitting each other's cars but neither side took any rounds, only windows and doors. "DNFG!" Cried the gangster with the shotgun. Ivan thought in that instant, Wait, what?! Skinny Charles rammed the car and the car crashed into the Rancho Towers at well over 70 miles per hour. The cop car tried to hit the breaks but they too flipped.

The two cops inside were whip lashed but not dead. The Elegant however, exploded. "No respect for the dead, you don't get none. Period," Said Skinny Charles. "Or a burial for that matter. Hope they will said cremated. If not I don't give a damn!" They sped up the street and more cop cars were coming. Skinny Charles took the vehicle to LS Customs in La Mesa. "Hey...we didn't make that five oh whip crash, right?" Sugar asked with a worried tone and an expression. "Nah, we straight," Skinny C said.

"I don't think we did. They crashed on their own. They were both going pretty fast. But Charles took care of the three of them," Tyson growled, "A little warning for you pull some shit like that next time. What if I had my arms out the window, dog? Or my K I'd have lost that bitch in the street and one times snatch it up and I catch a case."

"But that didn't happen, homie so chill! Besides, that triple 187? That's all me ya heard. Shiiiiit you got to give it up. Left them Carson pussies hot and bothered," Ivan stated, "Uh yes, about that. I am not sure they were from Carson."

"What you mean? Of course they were from Carson," Skinny stated. "They shot the girl Leela in cold blood then came to disrespect her moms at her funeral. Why you woofing, brah?"

"Because one of them shouted DNFG. Isn't that a Family set out of Davis?" Sugar admitted, "I didn't hear anything but both cars popping off to be honest..." Tyson sighed. "Well why the fuck would they hit us up then?"

"Shit, Negro. You know how it is. They the biggest bitches in this city as far as the set goes. Aint nobody a bigger enemy to OCB than them. Except maybe Vagos they been giving us problems lately Aztecas and Salvadorans too but they been at it with Davis Neighborhood Families since this whole shit jumped off tween green and purple. Hell you know that, Ty! How you gonna be the big dog outta South Side if you aint got that B side knowledge?"

"Hey, I aint from Davis, dude I'm from the Berry and proud of it ya heard? The niggas that funk with us most is Chamberlain and Carson but at least with the Hills they got Stretch over there at least trying to keep the peace with us."

"Aight I feel you bro but in Davis it's been DNFG and Grove Street Families before that. Plus Seville and Temple back in the day. Thank God none of them around today cause they was giving the homies the blues back in the 90's and I aint having that."

"So let me get this straight then, Charles. You mean to tell me Trey Ball and Marvin Washington and all those other tricks roll through our hood, shoot Leela, shoot me but then they aint the ones shooting up her funeral?"

"Hey, that's the thing we may not have beef like that with Davis Neighborhood as much as local hoods around our way but it's the same with them normally they don't beef as much with Strawberry sets except lately Carson been beefing like crazy but I'm saying even if Davis cats don't want it with you, they want it with Leondre and they got plenty of reason to hate Leela. She's dropped a few of them back in the day herself. Set up at least two old heads from their neighborhood. So it's like...they're inheriting our beefs and we're inheriting theirs."

Sugar was in tears. "This is all my fault. Leela would still be here if it wasn't for us doing that..I'm so stupid..." Her voice cracked and she put her face in her hands. Ivan hugged her saying, "No it's not...okay maybe a little bit but so what? It could have been either one of you. You both were setting people up. We all kidnapped Marvin. It could have been me too. If one of them had shot me I would not be the least bit surprised."

"Stop! Don't say that..." She pleaded. "Listen, maybe that is the reason Marvin came back but who cares why? The Washington's are pieces of shit that sold women against their will. The world is a better place without them. I don't believe in God but if he was real and Leela did not get a ticket to heaven because of this, I would say the Devil is the better man to throw in your lot with because that God is not just..."

"I miss her..." She whimpered sobbing into his chest. He hugged her tighter. "I know..."

They pulled up to South Side Ballas turf. Leondre was waiting. "You sure you should be out here yet? With your wounds and all..." Ivan asked. "I'll be aight. I got my hittas coming. Its almost that time."

K Low arrived too with a bandage over his shoulder. Stone was there too as well as two carloads of Ballas one in a red Felon the other in a purple."

"We ready?" Asked Ivan. "Yeah we ready," Tyson stated. Oh I almost forgot that's my nigga G Bone right there," He beckoned to a light skinned black male in the purple car who wore a red Carcer City Unicorns shirt and a burgandy bandanna under a black beanie. He sized up Ivan. "You lost? This aint no tourist attraction, fool,"

"Yo chill out, dog. He's cool. He's finna help us get that motherfucker Marvin..."

"We should be all up on that on our own, man," Stated Stone. "It aint his homegirl that got laid out."

"The word homegirl means female friend. Me and her have covered each other's backs in fights. If she wasn't my homegirl she wasn't yours either. She was probably a kid when you got in."

"Ivan's our homeboy. I can't say the same for that bitch, Grisha but this my nigga."

He saw one of the Ballas walk up. He was dressed in all black. It was Mark. His thick black beard went well with his clothing and his hair as well as his skin. The large man stated, "Boogey Man is a solid dude...I vouch for him. I had love for leela too she aint my sista but she was in a way. We gotta do right by her."

He had a .44 Magnum on him. "Why you rolling like that, M?"Asked Skinny Charles. "They don't jam," Stated Mark. "They don't hold fifteen, neither, playa. You old school fool."

"Hey, man I like what I like."

He gave Mark a .357 Desert Eagle, "Meet me halfway. Use this. Got the same kind of kick as the Revolver but instead of six it holds nine. And don't worry about it jamming up. I cleaned that myself b

As they were getting ready to attack a Chicano child of about ten or eleven rolled up on a bicycle. Ivan watched as something in Leondre's eyes changed. He grabbed the kid by the shirt off his bike. "What you doing round here little motherfucker? You with the Aztecas? Vagos? Naw you look like one of them Marabunta motherfuckers..."

Ivan grabbed Leondre pulling him off saying, "Let him go. Right now."

Sugar cried out, "The fuck is wrong with you, bro? We're supposed to be going after Carson. He's just a child!" Leondre growled, "I've seen motherfuckas younger than him blow people away."

All though Ivan was not sure he liked Stone as he seemed before like he was more of an asshole and hostile towards Ivan and possibly covertly prejudiced towards Caucasians based on a vibe he got, he respected what he did next. Stone put his gun to Leondre's head. "Nigga if you don't let this little kid go I'ma drop you right here. And I'll still get revenge for the homegirl and your brother on your behalf but you tripping and you need to check yourself. You going crazy..."

Leondre's nostrils flared. He let him go. "You have a nice day now. Don't ever join no gang and if you live round here you best get inside...and don't go talking to no five oh cause I remember what you look like..."

The kid, scared took off on his bike. Mark got in Leondre's face too. "On the real bro what the hell is wrong with you? Before OD died and Leela you'd have never acted that fucked up!" Leondre growled, "That was then...this is now. You think I like this shit? OD was a knuckle headed nigga. He hated without reason but he was my brother. Now he's dead and I got a reason to be wiling out. I kept myself in check for years burying little homies but...this is too much..."

Stone lowered his weapon. "I feel you man and we can go back and..." He stifled what he was going to say in front of Ivan since he knew Ivan was a friend of Neto's. "We aint here to kill South Siders. Not today."

With that, they started getting out the weapons they were going to use on the Families. Ivan was given an AK-74, and a Saiga 12 plus he had his trusty Makarov. Sugar had an AN-94, Skinny Charles had two pistols, Stone had an AK-47, K Low had two Uzis and Leondre had two Beretta M12's. The four South Side Ballas soldiers were also strapped up. The first, a tall muscular black male standing at six foot four two hundred and fifty pounds with dark skin and a thick beard and mustache wearing a black wife beater and dark blue jeans with a tattoo on his right arm that read 400 for the 400 block of Grove Street was the first gang member. All though he was a member of the South Side Ballas, he had grown up in Grove Street until he was twelve and had to move and he still maintained close tie to the OCB. He stood at six foot four. He had himself an AKS-74U.

The second was about five foot seven and lighter skinned with curly hair wearing a yellow and purple Panics jersey over a white t shirt and he wore a Boars cap on backwards over a burgundy bandanna. He was scrawny and not much for muscles but he made up for it with the weapon he carried. The SIG 516. "I'm hungry for some C Food ..." He declared. The third SSB member was a light skinned black woman wearing a dark red long shirt with black stocking pants. Her breasts were large a G cup and she wore a purple cap on. She carried a PP-90. The fourth was a black male of Belizean descent with medium toned skin but gold eyes. He had a missing front tooth and he stood at six feet tall and had a shaved head.

He carried an MPL.

Among the OCB members in addition to G Bone was a man who was half black and half German American resulting in him having reddish hair and blue eyes. He wore a white t with yhe letter SA on them for the college team he supported. He also had sleeve of tattoos on each arm advertising his patriotism to his hood. He had the word Covenant in bold Italic across his right biceps. He had another tattoo of the American flag with the stars turned black while the stripes were red and purple instead of red and blue. He wore a Liberty City Swingers cap over his curly hair that was starting to grow into an Afro.

He had an MP 3008. With him was a light skinned black woman with a dark brown weave with blondish streaks and she wore a purple tank top and black pants. She carried a Beretta MX4. The fourth of these was a dark skinned black male from Mali. He had thick dreadlocks and a mauve bandanna tied around his forehead. He wore a plain white T juxtaposed to his very dark black skin and he wore dark reddish purple basketball shorts. He had a purple rag over his face, however.

They all did. One more carload of Ballas arrived. Also from South Side Ballas. This was a purple Manana. Driving it was a curly haired black girl of medium skin tone wearing a silver jacket on the outside of a purple but almost pink blouse. She was of African American and Puerto Rican ancestry on one side of her family and Ethiopian and Eritrean on the other side. She wore a purple bandanna tied African style on her head and she had a nose piercing on the right side of her nose. She stood 5'6. "That's my homegirl, Andrea,"

He pronounced the name more like On than An. She had a DP-12 shotgun. She had With her were three more SSB's. The second being a woman who was half African American and half Mexican but who did not look Mexican at all. She had curly hair and caramel skin and brown eyes and wore a black tank top and had tattoos showing her affiliation as well. Her left arm had the tattoo of 104th street. On her right arm was a tattoo of a purple strawberry. Symbolic of where she came from. She had a Vepr12 Tactical third was a dark skinned black male with longer dreads tied back in a ponytail and who wore shades and baggy blue jeans. He carried an MP7.

The fourth was a black male of Creole descent from West Los Santos with light brown skin wearing a gray t shirt and a Purple and White varsity jacket. He stood about five nine and he had an MP5. "Aignt we all here for a reason..get that motherfucker Marvin for killing my sister, man..and Ty's girl. Nigga's got to go. Oh and if you can find Trey Ball and his punk ass brother while we in there, don't hesitate to dome those two bitches too. They're OG's in their hood. Been banging since the 70's. Now if you from Davis that may not mean shit to you. They from Strawberry but one Baller's beef is all our beefs and besides think what that means."

"What does it mean?" Ask G Bone. "What are you stupid?" Asked Stone. "Use your brain, dog! It means they been killing homies since at least that long. These niggas forty, fifty years old they been killing four generations of Ballas and that's how many Ballas there really is anyway. They some of the earliest West Side niggas to wear green. They aint the first generation of Tranny's they're more like the second but they were BG's in their days shooting at the first Ballas so yeah...Davis or Strawberry, I want these niggas heads. But if you can't get them, we save that for another day. What we're really here for is Marv."

Sugar nodded addressing the OCB and SSB soldiers. "She was my best friend...he may not be as big time as Trey Ball and Scratch but he deserves to die just as much as them. In my case, no disrespect to ya'll from your hood but to me he he deserves to die more than them two."

"I think what the homegirl's trying to say is she don't care who bags the two biggest names outta Crystal Heights so long as you leave Marvin's bitch ass to her."

With that they began to make their way toward the projects out of the alley way. Andrea took her crew with her attacking from the east side of the projects. Ivan, Sugar, Leondre and Tyson went towards the front of the projects, Mark and Skinny Charles took a side entrance down the alley from the west. G Bone and his group of OCB gangsters took the north end going the long way. A lookout on top of the projects looked up and saw the four other South Side Baller members including the woman with the large jugs. The lookout, a scrawny nineteen year old black guy whistled, "Yo Ball Sacks storming the set ya'll strap up!"

Ivan aimed his Rifle which had a suppressor on it and he fired first, striking the lookout with six rounds in the chest. Sure, he was just doing his job but he had just made their objective a lot harder so he had to die for it. He saw the kid fall to the floor of the roof and he didn't know if he had died but it was unlikely he would live even if he hadn't been killed right away.

Meanwhile as Mark and Skinny Charles came across the alley they spotted two Carson Avenue gangsters who had not yet seen them. One was a dark skinned black kid in his late teens. He had a crew cut and he wore a white t shirt with a Feuds hat on and baggy blue jeans. The other was a man even darker wearing cornrows in a green Varsity jacket and brown boots. They both heard the lookout calling moments before Ivan shot the man but they didn't see it. He turned to the kid in the white T, "You hear that?" The younger one nodded. "That's all bad...cmon..." They both reached for their pistols in their waistbands.

Skinny Charles opened fire with both pistols spitting rounds from each gun and he nailed the second banger in the chest and stomach with six rounds. Another Carson gangster across the alley came out and started firing at them and Mark fired back striking him with a round in the chest. That was all it took to put him down. The kid fired at them forcing Skinny Charles to cover. Mark fired knocking the hat off the boy and the kid slipped in a puddle and fell over. He backed up and Mark was aiming at him still but he looked in the kid's eyes and could not shoot. The kid had dropped his pistol and he knew he would not be able to get to it before Mark fired. Yet the old school Baller did not do it.

The kid looked like he was gonna reach for his gun on the ground but Mark shook his head. He also lowered the gun away from him. The kid took off running. He heard several more ginshots and looked to see a black Baller SUV parked at the alley entrance and two Carson thugs had gotten out. Skinny Charles had made short work of them firing eight shots. He then came back around to where Mark was and Mark looked at the Feuds hat on the ground that the boy had left. "Damn. I opened up too early, man! Stepped on your shot...come on..."

The African American looked at the South Side Baller wondering if he really saw it that way.

As Ivan continued his assault into the projects, he fired striking a Carson g who was overweight wearing a gray t shirt and baggy blue jeans. He nailed the fat man in the gut. Andrea came in from the east storming the set. She fired striking a Carson avenue banger in the forehead watching his head come apart as his left ear was obliterated as was his left eyeball along with the half of his face that was hit. Her homegirl with the curly hair let off a shotgun blast too and then fired a second one and she hit a male Carson Avenue member of Afro Latino descent who was from Trinidad and he fell with the shot hitting him in his solar plexus. The next shot hit an African American girl who was dark skinned with dread locks wearing a dark blue blouse and a green bandanna over her forehead. She fell with a good chunk of her right arm destroyed.

A Carson Avenue member wearing a green varsity jacket came with a Skorpion and he fired down on them and nailed the South Side Baller right in her purple strawberry tattoo on her arm turning the strawberry red as it hit next to it but then the next three rounds hit the tattoo itself and destroyed the skin. She cried out falling to the ground before taking three more rounds in the chest and two in the stomach. "Keesha!"

Cried out Andrea as she returned fire forcing the gangster to cover in a blind spot. The Baller of Creole descent opened fire with his H&K and hit the man with the Skorpion but he did so in his left arm only wounding him. As a much larger Carson member came out brandishing a 20 gauge, he fired up at the man, a dark skinned bald man with a dark green t shir t and baggy blue jeans on. He struck him with twenty rounds striking his left lung, his right lung, his heart and his spine. "CK, baby! Families always been bitches! On Ballas!"

"Nigga, fuck you!" Screamed a Carson gangster who fired with a Mac-10 forcing the Creole to cover but not before he took a round in his left shoe and he cried out as it hit the top of his foot and blew off the tip of his big toe. "Go on home with your pretty feminine colors, bitch!" Screamed a Carson with two Handguns as he rained down fire on them. He struck the biracial Baller with the blue eyes hitting him with seven rounds in the chest and as the man hit the ground two more hit him in the back and a tenth got him in the back of the right thigh.

"Fuck ya'll bustas!" Screamed a female Carson member as she fired off an AK-47 as she came down the stairs. "We're fixing to storm Covenant behind this shit!" Sugar fired up at her nailing her in the stomach and she fell down the stairs smacking her head. Meanwhile another Carson member, a man with an Afro and shades wearing a green basketball jersey and blue jeans fired a 12 gauge yelling, "Yeah fuck OCB! You faggots aint got a fortress like we got!" Ivan had switched to the Saiga and he fired striking the man in both knees and watched him collapse in a world of pain. Stone responded to that as he mowed down three Carson Avenue members with a seventeen round burst. "Yeah, it means we got actual houses of our own noyt just paying rent in the projects like you bum ass niggas! Still living at ya mama's crib!"

The large SSB Baller with the Assault Rifle from Grove Street, fired hitting a female ember with light skin and shorter hair in her left thigh and between her legs. He proceeded to fire at a male member hitting him in the right side of the chest. His triumph was short lived however, as a shotgun blast to his back brought him down. A middle aged bald black male carrying a Remington stood glaring in the doorway of an apartment. "There that nigga Trey Ball go, blood!" Cried out Skinny Charles as he made his way in from the alley. He tried to take some shots at the bald gang member but the man fired a shot at Skinny Charles forcing him to take cover near the stairs.

Just then, another middle aged black man, though one slightly younger but who still bore resemblance to Trey Ball and who wore a white t shirt with a green bandanna tied with the knots to the front of hi head African style carrying an M-16 fired at Andrea's group of South Side Ballas. "Man, fuck ya'll mouth side bustas! You can't fade shit round here!" He struck Andrea's homeboy who had the MP7 hitting the man with three rounds in the left thigh five in the dick, four in the right thigh and five in the waist. The gang member fell to the ground a puddle of blood forming underneath his bullet ridden torso but another smaller yet growing pool of blood also formed under his head as blood poured from his mouth the way drool might from a man sleeping as he drooled onto his pillow.

"Baller Killa for life!" Screamed a female gangster as she unloaded two Glock 19's at Leondre's soldiers only to be mowed down as Leondre fired his Beretta SMG's into her chest.

"We just want Marvin!" Screamed Ivan. "None of the rest of you need to die today!"

"Nah, fuck that they all need to die today!" Screamed Tyson. "As many of these bitches as we can drop! Carson's gonna learn some respect for once!"

K Low unloaded his two Uzi's dropping three Carson's with twenty rounds from each weapon and the gang member from Belize with the MPL was right beside him and he picked off a Carson gangster trying to run between cover striking the man in the lower back and the rounds went into the guy's tailbone. He fired again and struck a gangster who had just pulled up in a dark green Manana as he came out of his doo firing through the doorway into the projects that lead out to the alley. "Strawberry Tranny's are soft!" Screamed K Low. "You bitches can't even defend your own hood!" He screamed.

Just then a few automatic rounds knocked the hat off of K Low and caused the young black gangster to panic a bit getting to cover at least under a balcony. From the second floor, these rounds rained down on them and the rounds struck the Belizean gangster in the face. K Low did not see what kind of weapon it was. However, the gangster from Mali looked up and saw who had shot the Baller. "Hey that's Marv up there! Second floor!" He cried out. "You sure?" Cried out Sugar. "Yes!" The thick accented African responded. "I know that pimp motherfucker's ugly mug anywhere."

Just then, he was silenced as a storm of rounds from Trey Ball's brother, Scratch, hit the big West African man in the chest. Five hit him in the chest and three more hit him in the collar bone shattering it. "You trespass in the motherfucking hood you get busted on, punk!" Screamed Scratch. K Low fired up at him hitting him with at least two stray rounds though most missed terribly. As the gunfight carried on it seemed like every Baller soldier with the exception of the woman in red was dropped by rounds from the Carson Avenue soldiers defending their neighborhood. Ivan was still in the fight as was Sugar, Leondre, Stone, K Low, Mark, Skinny Charles, Tyson, Andrea, and G Bone but between Marvin firing from his window of his apartment on the second floor plus the many Carson soldiers still in the figyt plus Scratch and Trey Ball, all though the Ballas were definitly winning the fight, despite having less numbers, the Carson's still had considerably more people and the OCB and South Side Ballas had both between the lost half of the soldiers they brought with them.

The female Baller with the Beretta MX4 had dropped four Carson Avenue thugs herself only to have her head blown off by Trey Ball. The Ballas had dropped almost thirty gang members but they had not only lost a lot of their homies, they had also poured in a lot of ammo. It was not for nothing and it was notas though they were aimning badly as black gangs were stereotyped to be. The only time they were missing badly was when they were blindly firing from cover which seemed to be a lot of th time but each time they had a shot they tried to make it couint. It just so happened that there were more Carson members so even when they hit targets, they were still shooting a lot of people with still a lot of people remaining.

Ivan figured that all though both sets of Ballas had brought a decent amount of ammo for this fight, with the amount of Families members as there still were inside, anything short of a PKM for each Baller and an ammo belt to go with it simply wouldn't be enough. Andrea took two rounds in her righ t shoulder from a Carson banger with an M4. "Shit!" She cried out as she crawled to cover. "Ya'll get Marvin and somebody needs to get Gay Ball and Scratch we can't keep this up much longer!"

The Creole gangster with the hole in his foot was still alive to Ivan's surprise but he was limping. He took five rounds in the back before Ivan could assist him and he fell onto the ground. Trey Ball kicked him in the gut with the Shotgun in his mouth. "Ya'll wanna fuck with me?!" Screamed the OG. "I'm Triple OG out this motherfucker! You better peep game and recognize!" Scratch sneered aiming the Rifle and he plugged the West LS born Baller in the abdomen with the remainder of his magazine. "Mark..."

A Carson Avenue member in a gren and blue varsity jacket fired at Ivan as he came up the stairs letting off rounds from a Mac-10. Ivan fired the shotgun striking him in the abdomen. He fell, wounded but was stilll alive. "Yo, cover me, Fam! This bitch is on my nuts!" Ivan aimed the shotgun at his groin saying, "No, this is," He fired and watched as the blast tore through his testicles and ripped into the fabric of his jeans and tissue and shredded fabric mixed into the wounds. He howled. "This is what I call Moscow Vasectomy. Hey. At least you don't need condoms anymore!" Leondre joined him and Ivan was going to finish the guy off but Leondre said, "Nah fuck him. Let him suffer. These young niggas make me sick anyway. Look at this bitch. Since when did it become fashionable for g's to dress like fraternity brothers?" Just then, Leondre took one round in the chest from an Uzi as Marvin sprayed blindly from the window. His window had been shot out from members of both the OCB and SSB firing at him. Many of them didn't even know that Marvin was the one in there.

Leondre cried out and fell against Ivan. "You okay?" Ivan asked, "Dumb question, man..." He groaned. "But if you meant will I live...yeah..."

Ivan's shotgun was shot from his hands as Marvin fired the Uzi again. Ivan pushed Leondre to the ground so that the OG would not be hit by the rounds from the Uzi and several did hit Ivan in the chest but Ivan hit his head on the rail and he gfell back and a few of the rounds missed bouncing off the railing instead. Ivan could not get his AK back up in time so he went for his Makarov. He fired six shots into the window as he saw Marvin come up. He didn't see how many hit him as he was firing quickly without taking the time to aim. But he heard Marvin cry out and fall over.

Ivan helped Leondre back up. "Can you walk?" Leondre groaned. "Yeah...let's finish this motherfucker off..."

Tyson and Sugar joined them at the door. They tried it and it was locked. Sugar shot the lock off and Tyson kicked the door in. Ivan saw a train of blood going from the bedroom where he had been firing from, to the front room. He saw Marvin slumped on his sofa nursing three gunshot wounds in the stomach. Tyson went to the bedroom snatching up the Uzi that Marvin had dropped. It had Marvin's blood all over it and he removed the magazine. There was 11 rounds left in there.

The strange thing was that he had the radio blasting. Ivan thought that he had it on Los Santos Rock Radio, an unusual station for a Baller to listen to when he saw it was instead an mp3 player. The song She's Gone by Hall and Oates was playing. Stranger still, was the fact that he was singing along to it. Even as he coughed up blood.

Everybody's high on consolation
Everybody's trying to tell me
What is right for me, yeah
I need a drink and a quick decision

Now it's up to me, ooooh what will be

As he sang the chorus he looked straight at the three Ballas as it was the chorus that was the part he was emphasizing looking at the three to be intentionally disrespectful.

She's gone, she's gone
Oh, why
Oh, why
I better learn how to face it
She's gone, she's gone
Oh, why
Oh, why
I'd pay the devil to replace her
She's gone, she's gone
Oh, why
What went wrong

He had a shit eating grin on his face. "You talking heavy shit for a dude that's about to die a very painful death..."

Marvin sneered. "You think I give a fuck? Soon as I heard the shit pop off...I knew you bitches was coming...knew you was coming and I didn't care...we all die sooner or later. I don't mind dying for my hood. Plus I clapped the bitch that killed my brother...I can die a happy man...unless the homies come through that door right now...aint shit saving me...aand even if they did murk all four of you square ass niggas...I'm hit in the belly...but I aint begging ya'll for my life...you wouldn't spare me...just like I wouldn't spare you...and I aint giving you the goddamn satisfaction!"

Tyson nodded. "Cool. Then we won't waste each other's time then..." Marvin went under the cushion of his couch and went for a pistol. Ivan went to try and shoot him before he could but Sugar was faster. She grabbed a framed picture off a shelf of Marvin and his brother together and threw it straight at his face. It cracked him in the jaw with it. Cracking the glass, he bled from his face and she charged the couch swinging as hard at him as she could. He tried to grab the gun still but Tyson grabbed his arm and pinned him down and he helped Sugar punch him. Ivan put his right leg on the coffee table and Tyson gritted his teeth and brought his foot down hard on his leg. He broke the man's leg and Marvin screamed in agony as his bone popped out of his leg through his pants. Ivan put his other leg up and Leondre broke his other leg. "ARGHHHHHH! YOU FUCKING BALL SACK FAGGOTS! TREY BALL IS GONNA CRUCIFY YA ASSES FOR THIS SHIT!"

"Maybe he will," Ivan stated. "If the men and women outside don't kill him. And even if he does, that doesn't do you a lot of good..."

He screamed for the longest time before he was able to talk. When he did, he talked slow. "Does me plenty of good...see what we do to Russian faggots and these two Cum In Men niggas...gonna make like how ya'll did me look like nothing...ohh LORD I SWEAR TO GOD MAN!" He breathed hard sucking in breaths closing his eyes as tears formed as he was in pain from two busted legs. He grinned through bloody teeth. "And the homeboys is gonna run a train on this bitch...yeah...we love us some yellow bones, baby. You gonna scream in pain and pleasure when the boys get done with your ass."

She took some of the shards of glass from the picture from and jammed it into his gunshot wounds. "AHHH!" He cried out his mouth stretching open far and wide as he looked up at the ceiling as blood and sweat dripped from his face. "YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! She screamed before kicking him in the stomach causing the wounds to hemorrhage more and the glass to cut him deeper. He coughed up more blood some of it getting on her face. As blood dripped from his lips he growled, "What was I supposed to do...just let your homie kill my brotha, man...? Nah...it don't work like that... no matter what ya'll do to me I still won..."

Leondre turned to Tyson. "Yo Ty, how many bullets did this Tranny have in that motherfucker?" Tyson told him, "He had about eleven left. Enough to kill one or maybe two more of us before reloading. If Boogeyman hadn't popped him..." Leondre replied, "Give me the magazine..."

He handed it to him. He turned to Ivan. "Hey, you don't mind if I borrow one shotgun shell do you?" Ivan got the Saiga and took the magazine out and took a bullet out. "Sure...why?"

"She's gone...oh why...oh why...I'd pay the Devil to replace her she's gone...WHAT WENT WRONG...?" Droned on Marvin with a bloody cackle off key. He took the green bandanna from around Marvin's neck and wrapped up the mag around it and the shotgun shell. "You know in school, some niggas like history, some like math best, some like PE. Me? I liked science the most..."

He put the bandanna into his mouth but he tried to close it. Leondre yelled, "Open your fuckin mouth!" Sugar punched Marvin in the face and he did. Ivan and Tyson held his mouth open. He put the magazine and the shotgun bullet in his mouth under the green rag but he left part of it open. "Aight, pin this motherfucker's hands down. I don't want this bitch fucking with our science project now..."

Sugar grabbed her Assault Rifle and fired into both hands. Marvin shrieked again as a round went through his left hand and exited his palm but on the right it blew off his pinky ring and middle finger. He bled like crazy all over the couch. "Aight nigga..take that lighter right there, dog..." He then turned to Ivan, "Yo help me walk, man I'm getting dizzy..."

Tyson, the less experienced shot caller between the two asked, "What now?" Leondre instructed, "Light that shit up.. Suge, hold that fool down till the flame starts burning then we all need to stab out..."

Despite his wrecked hands, with his less damaged hand, he tried to grab a piece of glass and slash at Sugar and he did get her on her chest but she kicked him in the groin and he cried out. He had also tried to grab the picture of himself and his brother. It fluttered and landed near him on the head of the sofa where his head lay. He looked at the picture of himself and his brother in happier times waiting for it to be over. Tyson lit the rag on fire and the flame began to burn. Sugar let him go and as she saw him try and use his mangled hands to grab the rag out of his mouth that was ablaze she fired again blowing his hands apart. He shrieked as the flames licked at his face and the inside of his mouth burned and they got to cover. That was when it all began to explode. The rounds from the Uzi went off from inside and projectiles from the cartridges exploded sounding out bursts of brain and skull matter in tiny bursts and then the shotgun shell exploded as well and blasted the front of his face off. Nothing about what had been the face of Marvin Washington resembled a person anymore.

With the explosion of bone, brain matter and projectiles as well as flames, the picture of Marvin and Bobby caught on fire and the two pictures of the smiling brothers as kids began to melt. The apartment had started to catch onfire and they left the apartment. Ivan helped Leondre down some stairs. He looked to see K Low had taken a round in the back, Stone had taken two in the right hip, and Mark and Skinny Charles were pinned down as more Carson reinforcements had come through armed with Assault Rifles. "We got Marvin, let's roll!"

Andrea fired her weapon as well as the black female Creole from SSB and yelled, "Go we'll cover you!"

The large breasted SSB member fired growling, "Try and get one of those two motherfuckers!" She was referring of course to the two OG brothers. G Bone fired every last round and he dropped three Carson members on his way out to cover for Ivan, Sugar, Leondre and Tyson to make their way out. Skinny Charls and Mark had an opening and they took it. Mark fired his Desert Eagle striking a black female gangster in the forehead obliterating the top of her skull as she fell. Skinny Charles emptied his two pistols into four CAF members and they retreated.

As they drove away, Ivan he told Leondre, "This is not good, man. You've been stabbed just days earlier now you get shot..."

"It aint my first time getting shot and it aint my last...and it won't be my last time surviving a gunshot either...on the real it actually hurt getting stabbed by your room mate more than anything else...speaking of which where we stand with that? I mean you aint helping him kill Ballas but I'm saying...you rest your heads the same place at night. You can't blame me for being suspicious about that.."

"Truth is we've been friends for months. Since we both got into town but now? In light of things that went on between you and him and the Aztecas against Covenant Avenue, I don't really blame you for wanting to kill him. And the truth is, he thinks I'm an idiot for being affiliated with you guys beyond what Mr Markovich requires with me. He also thinks Sugar is just a casual thing to me...and I admit I said some harsh things to hr before saying as much but it's not true. But you can't ask me to kill him ort even help you kill him. Your time to try was before and you almost died."

"Nah man...I gotta go after him again. Many times as it takes. Either I kill him or he kills me. That's the way the game is. If he kills me, it is what it is but I have to at least try. He iced my brother...now I aint asking you to help me dead Neto's bitch ass...but I am asking you to just stay out of it and let nature take its course. If I kill him, I had the right to. Same with Demon. If he kills me, then that's what was supposed to happen. I I'll admit too he can squab better than me. I mean I aint no punk but I'm man enough to know when I'm outmatched with hands. But with a gun I got a chance. You take what chances you can get..." He was keeping pressure on his own wound as was Sugar and Tyson as he drove.

He then said, "Truth is...I may hate that punk but Marvin...I understand where he came from...he had to get revenge...it hurt losing Leela but that's the law of the streets...shit i savage out here...you know...I caught a body some weeks back just for some nigga riding through my hood. Green rag motherfucker. And the thing of it is...we supposed to be at peace with them...but they killed D. Somebody from the other side killed D...shit...even Trey Ball and Scratch man...they were part of the truce in 92' they were really believing the shit they say about coming together...but...that didn't last then and it won't last now...but look man...if I get to avenge my brother...I tell you what...I get Neto..I'll leave that Youngin you also live with. Little motherfucker that blew my ear off. I'm just saying...It's hard letting that one go...but when I learned why he did it...iut made sense...I understand revenge..."

"If you understand revenge, then you would also understand why Neto did what he did to your brother. He believes he killed a friend of his..."

"Honestly...before I thought maybe that was bullshit but truth is I know OD did that shit...and yeah...he did have it coming...but he's my flesh and blood and we are who we are. So even if he did have the right to do what he did...if they did...I still gotta act on it...then come to find out...I hear that dude Demon...aced his own cousin too, nigga so family don't mean much to him..."

Ivan had heard of that scenario but not enough about what happened to know about the details. With that he got Leondre to where he needed to be.

Two Days Later

Mark and Skinny Charles went in to see Leondre. "How'd it go?" He asked the two gangsters. "You get Trey Ball or Scratch?"

"We blazed some niggas when you were gone to clear ya'll outta there but we aint get them, nah..."

"You mean you motherfuckers come in here walking tall and shit..." Skinny Charles interrupted, "I'm saying we was blazing on them dudes...just got in the heat we was blazing..."

"Relax man, I already heard. Sit down. I aint tweaking behind none of this. That's few less niggas breathing. But I'm surprised at you though, man," He said looking at Mark. "Shit didn't used to get by you back in the day..."

"Wasn't my man's fault," Charles explained. "I unloaded on a youngin too soon. Gave him enough room to buck and run. I fucked that shit up muyself..."

"Hold on," Mark said. "It's on me. I had that kid in my sights close enough to take off his Feuds snapback and half his dome with it ...couldn't squeeze the trigger. Couldn't do it, man,..."

"Why not?" Asked Leondre. "It wasn't in me, I guess. you know whatever it is in you that lets you flow like you flowing do that thang..it aint in me no mo'."

"Aight...so you done soldiering but you aint done. We can use you for what's in your head...could put you inside..."

"No man, you aint hearing me. The game aint in me no more. None of it..." Leondre looked at him for a long while. "But you aint done shit else. So what you gonna do?"

"I don't know...but it can't be this...my set don't even exist no more...I just been at this shit for the money but...something's gotta change..."

Leondre took a hard look at Mark sizing him up then said, "Aight then. We straight..." He dapped the large man and he left. Skinny Charles looked at Leondre wondering if he was just being soft for now since he was recovering from a gunshot wound two days ago and a knife and more gunshot wounds three days ago. "He was a man in his time, you know?"

Leondre in an introspective tone said, "He a man today...he a man..."

Ivan

Series A Funding: Weed

They made their way into the room and Ron was there. "Kifflom, brother brother," Ivan stated greeting the TPI member. Neto, Mai and Paul all stared at the ex KGB agent. Neto said, "Okay we are DEFINITELY going to have to talk about this shit later...the fuck..."

"Trevor is very pleased with how you're getting...so pleased that he couldn't be here himself. But he told me if you keep this up maybe he won't...well a happy Trevor is a good Trevor and we all want a good Trevor. I mean he's not the horrific blood thirsty maniac that we all imagine he is..."

Neto chuckled. "Could have fooled me, homes. Some consider me a sociopath. That fool is a psychopath. I know crazy when I see it..."

"Well he is...but he's got a gentler side...he loves his mother...after this we'll all be rich and you can get to know him better. The kind man who likes animals and children. And smoking crystal while the sun sets. Okay...so you're going to the lumber yard in Paleto Forest to pick up some grass. A whole lot of grass that is well protected. Ao you gotta go in cautious. Now, two of you with guns in the hills and two of you on the ground. You're gonna get a hold of that shipment and you're gonna get out of there. Now, ground team will be driving the shipment out. Gun team will be protecting it. You're gonna bring the grass to me and I'm gonna package it with the rest of the stuff for sale. Then all we gotta get is the chemical stuff that Chef needs to get his lab up and running. And then we're good for the sale...Trevor will be in touch if there's a problem."

Paul was wearing a black wife beater and beige khakis and he picked a green bandanna to wear over his face. Mai took a black one and Ivan wore a ski mask and Neto took a blue luchador mask. They got into a dark gray Admiral and began to drive down the street.

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That's it for this chapter not as long and really only one gunfight so far while hinting at a couple more including with Paul's flashback plus Packie's in 2008 which would be just before Niko arrived in Liberty City since the 65 year old hitman was alive but died before the games events. I decided on having Packie have a threeway in the club but then thought shit what about a fourway cause Zilla had expressed to mme surprise Paul got a threeway before Ivan did and really he didn't Ivan's been around longer but I wonder why he'd be shocked at that and not at that as far as Neto or Mai goes? But since you brought that up, Packie's got himself a fourway next chapter so he did one better.

The reason I decided to make Carmen a part time sttripper maybe just before the events of GTA IV is she makes some references to having fake tits plus she doesn't mind going to strip clubs on dates and she says she looks better than most og the strippers. Plus she happened to be a nurse and Sonny the guy they gotta take out had a heart attack in 2003 and was nursed back to health by his favorite stripper who he paid for her schooling just so she could nurse him back to health. Now to me, even though this is all anecdotal I thought it could still fit Carmen. While Kiki was the best gf relationship wise i thought Carmen was hottest plus i like her moans the best. Speaking Spanish and all. Plus there's the fact that it's implied Carmen may have slept with Clay Simmons so she's not above dating older guys or fucking them all though it's also implied she did Malc too but why Malc and not Deshawn i wonder?

As for the line fuck you and your small dick little fucker in truth I think women would still say that like a disgruntled ex would even if you were well hung just cause they'd hope to cock block you from further chances with anyone else and that line is a line that Michelle Thrush's character Gail in Blackstone says to one of the rez dog boys whom Chogan is based on.

We get more into Aila's personality too on one hand seeing as she is based on Devery Jacobs that good side of her is based on her character of the same name in the movie Rhymes For Young Ghouls the first thing I ever saw her in she was a good kid she sold weed to stay out of the white man's residential schools in Canada in the 70's and support herself so yes it is a dope story plus they plan to rob a Catholic church that is the church that runs said residential school to "Kill the Indian save the man" it really is a good movie. But she's also based on Harriet AKA Lollipop from Mohawk Girls her character on there who is kind of a sassy bitch but also sexy. So she has a gentler side that she showed to Paul but also a mean side.

As for Little Joe attempting to rap only to break into tears that's based on a funeral where some Pine Ridge gangsters had done that where the OG of the gang was a dude who was 24 and he tried rapping at his homeboys funeral only to burst into tears.

As for the lesbian looking woman Natalie Littlewolf she is based on the late Blackfeet actress Misty Upham who i can honestly say I believe she was murdered and probably by a white guy too just one of man Missing and Murdered Indigenous women. She actually died in the same place someone in my family did. Her character is slightly based off her character in Frozen River a movie set in the Akwesasne Mohawk Reservation. Except she's Cree. Also Danny is based visually in Nathan Lee Chasing His Horse who starred in movies like Dances With Wolves and Dreamkeepers.

As for the revenge on Marvin it finally happened and yes you can make bullets explode by lighting them on fire it's not the shells themselves that go off but the cartridge that has the flammable parts to them. Also if I didn't say this at an earlier time Trey Ball is based on Monster Cody and now that I introduced him Scratch is based off his litytle brother Lil Monster who was featured in the gang documentary Bloods & Crips Bastards Of The Party.

As for the unnamed black chick from SSB she is visually based on the pornstar Carmen Hayes who is from Inglewood but also Simi Valley, Andrea (Pronounced On not an) is based on Tiffany Haddish a comedian an d actress from South Central though I'm not sure where. G Bone is visually based on Anthony Mackie but more or less somewhat based character wise off Papa Doc from 8 mile. I wanted Ivan as well as Leondre and Sugar and Tyson to have a part in the revenge of Marvin and as for Marvin well he went out talking shit...or rather singing that is.

Next chapter i will show how paul will help Lil King with his predicament we'll continue on the Series A heist which also we need to decide which two should be gunners and which two should drive. And also Paul will talk to that foreman about the IC member who has the blue Sultan to see if he'll give him up. Will it take a threat? Stay tuned. Also the thing with Mai and Jill was meant to take place several weeks in the past just to finish that cliff hanger with what went on with Clyde but we haven't seen the last of that. Plus in the 2014 timeline I need to show Neto still handling the drawback of what Lee pulled with the phones and addresses thing.

Having Gerry and Packie and co. continue to rip on St Michael's parents still seemed like a realistic way to approach that.

Also by the way with regard to Neto's name given to him by Adayh, he who creates the storm another nickname I intend for him to have is el huracán. What his enemies in Mexico called him.

It should be noted that the Carib god 'Hurican' was derived from the Mayan god 'Hurakan', one of their creator gods, who blew his breath across the Chaotic water and brought forth dry land and later destroyed the men of wood with a great storm and flood. Thats the origin of the word Hurricane. So this can be related to the name Adayh calls him already and also in a way, Neto has caused a lot of chaos and destruction in New Arcadia so you could say he is like a Mexican hurricane. Te question is whether Mark Roman has heard this yet and if he would agree with it or not.

I know it seems like Neto and Paul and Ivan have an absurd amount of nicknames as does Mark Roman but look at John Marston. HE's alo known as Johnny Boy

Gringo Cowboy That Government Boy
The Man from Blackwater Mr. Marston etc. Michael is also known as Sugar Tits, Pork Chop etc. So an excess of nicknames is fine.

And yes this is the bomb dropped too. Ivan has converted to the Epsilon Program XD everyone thinks he's my most cold character sort of not emotional much so I added an extra aspect to his character that would be funny especially since when you die on Online at the hands of another player you see Chris Formage. Obviously this either has or will happen to Mai Paul and Neto too near death experience but I thought wait what if someone actually converted after that i mean if you see not Muhammad not Jesus or Buddha but Chris Formage what might you think lol.

Neto's remark about him saying kifflom is based on his suspicion about that.

As far as the scene with my Mark the old school Baller that is based on a scene from The Wire but with a twist to it . That kid he couldn't shoot was his son. Yes a Carson Avenue youth. He was conceived in prison during a conjugal visit. He also has a sister too. Mark knows about them and even saw pictures but has never met them but he knows they are his. And if you didn't realize also he is also based visually on Chad Coleman and is meant to be somewhat of a west coast version of Cutty from The Wire. He' not a protagonist but then he is. He's more of a de facto protagonist kind of lie what Felix or Ana is to Zilla in New Arcadia. They're like somewhere between strong deuteragonists and de facto protagonists. Depending on what part of the story you're on. Which in a way makes my Mark, Felix, and Ana kind of like Jack Marston from RDR in a way. Game sins is going to be sinning that game soon too I and they are letting viewers come up with sins in the gameplay video. Just leave comments I guess. Whatever you thought was sinful as shit.