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.

47. Moral Low Ground

Paul

2012

He approached the foreman. A Caucasian older male with graying hair a graying beard and blue eyes was there to wait for him. He was overweight and stood six foot five. "You Teddy?"

"I might be. You looking for a job?" He shook his head. "I represent a certain coalition of Warriors and I heard you used to be Angels. I aint here for any drama with the Angels. I'm here for the driver of a blue Sultan. I need to talk to him."

"He killed a friend of yours, right? Why am I not surprised? A lot of ex cons are trying to go straight but a lot of people also relapse. You see I did that kind of thing too but I'm trying to get out of the life. I'll tell you what...you look like a guy from a reserve. Maybe I can help you if you help me. Despite being a place looking to employ ex cons and help them get their life back on track we realize some of our guys aren't there yet. If they do their work while they're here and don't let it impact the job, we don't care. But we also have guns here just in case something happens. What we've got going on is a possible worker uprising. You see there's some guys...immigrant workers that got a problem with some of the boys I employed. They're claiming to have probles with both the ex Angels and current Angels and the ex Ballas. They want me to have them working alongside the Indian Clique guys so that there's less problems but I told them it doesn't work like that. Now you and your buddies, I noticed are with the RW's right? Yeah...i see your friends out there in the truck. Who else would want to fuck up one of my IC employees? I guess the Tribal Syndicate would too but they aint out this far east. Used to be you guys weren't either or IC. So do we have a deal? If you can convince these guys to stop striking, I'll give you the driver of the Sultan."

Paul sighed. "I mean, I gotta talk to the other guys about it but...let's say I do you this favor, crack some heads and stop your little strike. What's gonna stop the IC boys from stepping in and helping their homeboy?"

"If they do I'll call their parole officer. Plus like I said, I got some boys working down there that are ex Angels who aint so ex. And even though we do have an understanding with Indian Clique and those boys are fresh from the life, I still get more respect around here than any rez gang bangers. And those boys looking ti stay clean and out of trouble are going to respect that."

Paul went back to the truck and told them the terms. "And all we gotta do is fuck some people up, huh? Well, that sounds like something Eddie would do..."Though he hadn't met him, he knew Eddie was the cousin of Chogan and Little Joe. He was their half Blackfoot and half Cree. Stated Little Joe. Chogan disagreed. "He wouldn't ever do what Dead Beats say."

"Look it's just a means to an end. We're still gonna come back and fuck up every Dead Beat in the city, right?" Paul asked. "I don't mind blowing up every clubhouse in the city. Hell, the province even. But for the time being we could just bide our time."

"Alright, fuck it. Let's do it. Long as he doesn't try and sick any of his biker buddies on us, I'm willing to do it. Always wanted to be part of a strike," Aila remarked.

"This is probably the wrong end of a strike you know," Paul said. "Normally shouldn't we be on the striking side not the bosses?" Aila pointed out, "Maybe but we're gangsters not in a union. Plus any right we got her or in the states never came from a march. Always a gun, baby boy. Your rakine'ha was there in 1990 just like both of my parents were."

"Ya hey. You're right."

They walked up to Teddy. "You got a deal."

"Alright. Now listen, just because I don't involve myself in the life anymore doesn't mean we don't gott have our own sort of protection here. There's always some enemy from a rival gang or a club. Don't matter if you're white black Asian or Aboriginal. Now we're not legally supposed to even have guns here most of us but uh...what happens at Teddy's warehouse and imports stays here. Plus I'd rather face the Royal court for a murder charge than me the guy getting murdered. Point is, we're a big family here and sometimes you gotta protect the family from troublemakers. So a few of my boys will help out. And we got artillery for ya."

He took them to a weapons locker and started handing out guns. He gave Paul an M3 Aila a Remington 870. He gave Chogan a Remington 11-87. Little Joe was given a Baikal MP-133, Raymond got a Mossberg 590, Dawn got a Winchester 1300. Danny was given a Remington R12 / VersaMax Tactical shotgun and Natalie was given a Benelli M2. "Damn homes," Little Joe said with a grin. "We don't even gotta use our own heat for this shit! Tight!" Teddy stated, "Ideally you won't be using em except for on your guy I'm hoping we can resolve this workers grievance in a civil manner. But still, this union bullshit won't be tolerated. This is Canada not Russia. They want that commie bullshit they can go live somewhere else."

"Unions aint Communist, bro they're a good thing. Or at least they can be to an extent. Minus what they take outta your check," Teddy didn't agree, "Yeah but that's how it starts. Now enough talk kid. And another reason you all better cover your faces is that just in case any of my IC boys get uneasy handing over the man that did the deed to you, if things should go south and you escape we don't want them recognizing yiou."

With that several men entered the room some were ex IC some were ex Angels. They got weapons too but they were taking MP5's and AK-47's. Chogan was uneasy. "These guys are IC, man...and Lucifer still has beef too..."

"Relax boys," Teddy said. "I can keep my men objective. They're former gang bangers. Except the boy in the Sultan."

Paul thought to himself, Yeah but how do I know one of these guys isn't the one that drives the Sultan? I'd ask Dawn if she recognized the motherfucker but it happened so fast I doubt she did.

"Why do they get Machine Guns?" Demanded Danny. "Being part of the family comes with its advantages, kid," Replied Teddy. With that they began to go confront the men who were striking. "What are these guys striking for anyway?" Asked Dawn. "This idiot faked being sick for a whole week so I fired him. Total bullshit. Now these assholes want to strike on me."

Teddy walked in. "So what's the problem, fellas?"

"We want you to give Juan his job back," Replied an older Mexican male. The others around him were younger Mexican males and they had shaved heads and dressed in sport clothing. "It's me that decides who gets hired and who gets fired around here..." Stated Teddy. "And I said he's fired."

"All we're asking is for you to hire him back," Stated the older man. "He's got a family and needs a job."

"I've made my choice," Teddy said. A cholo with light brown skin and a handle bar mustache growled, "See homes? i told ya..."

"Easy does it, Ricardo we want to do this peacefully..." Stated the older man. "Easy? We bust our asses day in and day out for this fat fuck. He acts like he doesn't have a record himself, pues but he does. But he thinks he can treat us like shit just cause we came to Canada looking for work...If anything were to happen to us he'd fuck us over just like Juan, man!"

"Lower your voice," Growled Teddy. "I don't want to hear another word about that dead beat," The cholo said, "Who you calling a Dead Beat? A crate fell on him while he was working for you. Broke both of his hands," Teddy stated, "Well that's his fuckin problem not mine,"

Another one of the Mexican Canadians glared saying, "Besides, the only Dead Beats I see around here are the faggots that used to ride Zombies..." One of the men with AK-47's growled, "You better watch your mouth you fucking punk!"

Teddy said, "I suggest you get back to work before somebody else's hands get broken," The cholo charged at him but an IC member hit him in the gut with a shotgun. Chogan looked beyond the gang tattoos on the guy and noticed that aside from his Indian Clique tattoos he also had a few tribal tattoos that indicated that like Chogan, he was a Cree. He shot him a look that said it all. You'll just do whatever your master tells you, won't you, ya fucking apple?

"If you don't want to start working for new jobs you'll be back to work in the next ten minutes."

They started to walk off. The older man said, "You're not Indian Clique or Angels are you? You're the ones looking for a blue Sultan... I can tell you exactly who drives it..."

One of the IC members aimed a shotgun at the guy. "You'd better shut the fuck up. Right now."

Teddy growled, "Do't listen to em he's full of shit."

"Full of shit? That's the motherfucker that drives the Sultan. Ricky is the one. If Teddy's the one telling you what to do..." Teddy fired his weapon striking the gang member who had said this in the chest. Paul noticed just before he opened fire, the man that the cholo had pointed to was the one Chogan had noticed had tribal ink.

The Warriors turned their guns on the ex Angels and IC members. aul fired striking the man who had shot the ex cholo and he fired a head shot. The Angels opened fire however and they started to pile out of that particular warehouse .

They managed to strike two more people, these guys were ex Angels, before they fell over. They also noticed that some of the men that had guns on them were of African descent. Paul figured they were from that same project they had shot up. They fired but hurried out of the warehouse. "Come on let's teach that pinche gordo cabron a lesson..." Growled the cholo who had been hit in the gut by the man who had killed Chaska.

Paul got to cover as a few of the Mexican workers grabbed guns off the deceased Warriors. The cholo who had been shotgun whipped also had an M911 in his waistband. "Where did you get that?" Asked the older man. "It doesn't matter, compa...I knew a day like this would come. Teddy crossed the line."

Paul came out from the cover of the crates and fired his shotgun at about 25 feet striking an Angel in the right shoulder. Aila joined him and she f ired over the narrow side of it on the left while he fired around the corner from the right. There were two Angels ducked behind cover behind some lower crates and she fired striking one of them and saw a part of the man's jaw come off.

Dawn fired off a shot striking one of the IC members. The African gangsters were Operation Boyz, no doubt about it. One of them fired off rounds from an AK-47 striking one of the workers that had been striking. "Fucking bitches! Going against your own people just for Mexicans!" Screamed an IC member. Paul shouted back, "And you're doing the same thing siding with peckerwood bikers!"

"Fuck you, half breed!" Screamed the IC member back. "No, fuck with me, punk!" He fired blindly from the side out of cover and struck the man in the left leg the left hip and leftt arm. The gang member, a member of the Sweet Grass tribe, fell over bleeding badly. "Ahh shit...! Come on, somebody cap these Sped Warriors, dog...!" Cried the wounded gangster as he bled out. The cholo who had been the one packing a pistol let off six shots and hit an Angel in the stomach. "No more open road for you, puto!" Screamed the gang banger.

The worker who had been shot by the member of the Op Boy gang member was face down. "They killed Alberto, homes! Blast these fuckers!" Screamed the gangster as he fired off his magazine striking the gangster who had done it with four rounds, an Angel with two and an IC member with three. "Fuck your barrio, bitches!" Screamed an Afrro Canadian gangster who was lighter skinned even than most of the rez gangsters and a few of the whites. "Atticus block for life!"

"You post op faggots are irrelevant!" Screamed Chogan. "That's why you had to kiss Baller ass!" Little Joe struck down one of the OB members with a blast in the back as he tried to run to cover. "Hey what the hell do you call somebody who's on the ball sack of a ball sack?! Who could sink that low?!" Danny sneered as he fired a headshot at an OB member taking off the top half of his skull. "You call them Op Boyz!"

The last of Op Boyz had run dry on his magazine and Natalie wasted no time sneaking up to crown him with a shotgun blast from behind. She got him and the blast ripped into his upper back, his neck and the back of his head and his corpse fell off the docks into the water but in the process she took a round in the right arm. "Ahhhh!" She cried out ducking back to cover. "You're making a big mistake! Every last one of you!" Cried Teddy from inside another warehouse. The Angels fired Assault Rifles at them from afar. The IC members were still closer. The gang member with the tattoos that was the owner of the Sultan was with two of his homies. He fired hitting one of the cholos in the head as did his friends riddling the poor bastard and a non affiliated worker wih automatic rounds but Dawn fired her shotgun striking the man next to him in the chest and he fell over in great pain, a young rez youth of about twenty or so with light brown skin, standing about five seven in size with long black hair. Chogan wasted no time. He had reloaded his shotgun from cover but he came out firing.

He struck the IC member in his right leg obliterating the flesh and bone. Ray wasted no time finishing off the third gang member with a blast to the face As the Sultan driver writhed and screamed flailing as his destroyed mangled leg was exposed to the wind and blood and bone got through his jeans plus what had once been his kneecap, he knew he was done for. "You killed Chaska you motherfucker!" Growled Chogan. "Where's the other bitch that was with you in the car?!" He demanded. The guy yelled, "FUCK YOU!" Chogan stuck the smoking hot barrel into the open sore of his wound and he shrieked. "YOU ALREADY SHOT HIM!"

Chogan gritted his teeth, "Bullshit I did..."

"Not you...her!" He beckoned to Dawn. Dawn paused and looked at the man she had just mortally wounded. He was still barely alive but he couldn't talk. "Seriously?" He cried out, "YES! THAT'S ELGIN SOUTHWIND I SWEAR TO GOD!" Dawn fired her shotgun into Elgin's cnest the latter's eyes widening upon realize his own homie had sold him out. Chogan put his shotgun to to Ricky's other leg. "I aint gonna scalp your punk ass so you can enter the next world. But you're gonna do it as a cripple..." He fired obliterated his other leg. He then went forward to join Paul and Aila as they were just outside the warehouse. There were still two regular strikers left plus the older man plus two cholos. Chogan left Ricky screaming to bleed to death in agony. "Rest in piss with the rest of your Inbred Clique!" Shouted back Chogan.

Paul was trading shots with what remained of the Angels. One of the Angels had lit a Molotov Cocktail and threw it down there landing on the older man. "Jesus!" Cried out of the Canadian Ese's. He spotted a fire hydrant. Aila and Dawn and Danny and Natalie all covered him with suppressing fire while he got it. "You gotta stop drop and roll! Alonzo you gotta stop drop and roll!" The man finally did it and he sprayed him down. The man had lost a lit of his skin and the stench was terrible. The cholo with the M9 fired at the Angel with the bottle just as he was going to throw another and he hit him four times in the chest. The Angel dropped the lit cocktail igniting himself. The smell of a bittersweet smell mixed in as the smell of his cerebral spinal fluid was given off as the embers cooked away at the biker's flesh. "Now that's how you cook carne asada, bitch!" The man fell from the top floor and ignited some of the crates too as whatever was in it was flamable. Paul got upstairs reloading the shotgun and he fired striking Teddy in the waist. The Angel fell over wounded and bleeding.

"You're making a big fucking mistake kid...Lucifer is going to fry your red ass nice and good, buddy boy...make no mistake..."

Paul forced him to his feet. "I don't know who that is and I don't care..."

"You should...you should always know your enemy before you go to war, kid..."

"One dead beat is no different than the other. They all smell like axle grease, cheap booze and cock. And Lucifer might fry my red ass. But first I'm gonna give your pink ass the worst sunburn you've ever had..." With that he tossed him over the railing and the man cried out in pain as he hit the ground hard. Paul headed down the stairs and dragged the crippled biker. He dragged him towards the fire. The cholo who had put out Alonzo shook his head. "The old man he aint gonna make it..." Paul could tell from the amount of flesh he had lost that this was true. He had lost consciousness. Chogan mercifully aimed his pistol at the old man. "No!" Cried one of the cholos but the one who had the pistol first said, "It's for the best, carnal...let him do it eh..."

Chogan put him out of his misery with a single shot. "I'm sorry old timer. You didn't deserve this," The Cree gangster said with a solemn expression on his face. Paul forced Teddy into the fire. "No...no...no NOOOOO!"

"Remember beauty is pain! Or was it pain is beauty? Ah well doesn't matter..."

The smell of the old man being burned filled the nostrils of the rez gangsters and they all wanted to get out of there.

However one of the workers went upstairs. "What's he doing?" Asked Dawn as he went up there. "I don't know man, Victor's crazy..." The man came down with as many stacks of money as he could carry. "Let's get outta here!"

They got out of the warehouse and left it to burn. "You guys get outta here, man. We'll deal with the cops and the bodies."

"You sure you know how to do that?" Asked Paul. "It's a warehouse and we're at the docks how hard can it be?"

"I don't think..."

The worker with the money began handing out large stacks of money. "How did you...?" Asked the cholo. "I memorized the combination when Teddy's had to go in the safe. I always thought about getting into it before cause Teddy was an asshole. I figured I'd get caught and go to prison..."

"Sorry we put you out of a job," Stated Aila. "Why be sorry? We got our severance pay at least."

The cholo with the pistol walked up saying, "Oye compa, we appreciate you backing us up on that shit..."

"We didn't do it for you guys," Admitted Chogan. "This was for our homeboy. We just buried him. The Dead Beats and the Inbred Ticks killed him."

The gangster extended his hand. "They call me Trippy, ese. We're from the Malas Almas. I heard about you Warriors, eh. We cally you Guerreros. Means the same thing. You're kind of like Aztec warriors que no? Except you're Cree..."

"Well, this green eyed crazy SOB aint Cree," Chogan said with a chuckle running his knuckle across Paul's forehead and the youngster growled, "Cut it out!" He said, "This dudes a Mohawk. He'd have to be to cause that much mischief. And Danny's Lakota and Nakota. The girl in the braids is a Mi'kmaq and Mohawk and that chick over there is a Blackfoot," He said referring to Natalie.

"Why don't either of you got mohawks?" Asked Trippy in a joking manner. "Not sure how I'd look..." Paul stated. "And Aila only has a mohawk in her hair down below," Chogan cracked. She turned red and flipped him off. The cholo cracked up. "What the fuck. You fools are crazy. Orale...well look not many people out here want to ally with us. Really anywhere but we don't like any Ball Sack putos out here, and we don't like the Angels and if IC rides with them they're riding against us."

"Yeah if they haven't already they probably will to be honest..." Chogan and Trippy exchanged information. "Hey text me fool maybe we can put something together. We got connects at the southern border and I don't just mean Estados Unidos."

They got out of the area. Paul drove with Aila.

As they rode off Chogan turned to Dawn. "Hey you did good back there, girl. Really showed those IC bitches what's up. You were cold with that shotty. You put the War in Warrior. Jeeeez. Good thing that little punk admitted to it or we might have missed him!"

"I wish I would have known sooner," She admitted. "I would have hurt him worse."

"Yeah but we all can't be medevil torturers," She scowled. "Why not? I can fuck a guy up just as much anybody else," He chuckled, "Hey I'm not saying you can't. Just sometimes in a shootout you get so caught up in survival that you don't really take time to get creative, enit? But he's dead. That's still get back. He aint breathing."

Ray, being a rapper himself, turned to Little Joe in the mean time as they drove. "Hey homie you got a rhyme for me when we get back to the rez? I want to hear something, bro we should celebrate."

Little Joe, grinning as usual stated, "Maybe I could but I think I'm gonna need some inspiration. And when I say inspiration I mean Indo...Indospiration...fuck I gotta put that shit in a song..." Danny chuckled and Little Joe turned to Danny and asked, "Hey you think me or Ray could ever make it in the rap game? We're realer than Drake's soft ass..."

Natalie laughed saying, "That's really not saying much. I think even a choirboy is harder than Drake. But skins don't really get that famous at rap."

"No come I really wanna know. Honest feedback you think I got what it takes?" I know Ray's been at it longer."

"Hey you can do whatever you set your mind to, bro..." Stated Ray giving assurance and Little Joe dapped the Ojibwe.

Packie

2008

He soon found himself being blown by all three women. The southern belle was licking the left side of his cock and the thicker woman that licked the right side of his dick while Carmen began to suck the head. He laid back. He had never been blown by three women before. He was glad he hadn't done any blow so he didn't have coke dick at least. He was average sized in size but it didn't seem to matter. These three broads were licking him up like he was a pornstar. "Fuck..." He growled as Carmen went up and down on his pole with her mouth while the southern belle licked his balls. The southernb belle soon joined him getting up from his lap and he began to kiss her breasts. Her nipples were darker pink and tiny but perky. He tran his mouth over her left breast and she rolled her eyes back in her head. "oooh... you bad boy...oh!"

He took her nipple in his mouth rolling it around with his tongue. He sucked on her titties and his hand ran down her belly and she rolled her eyes back in her head as she laid back and he slipped a hand down to her panties. He moved his fingers down to her pussy as he put his hand in her underwear. He felt that she had the slightest amount of pubic hair but not much. Carmen and the darker skinned stripper began kissing and they started feeling each other's breasts. He swatted the thickest woman's ass and he began to kiss the brunette harder. She took his cock in hand and he got a condom out and wripped the wrapper off.

He slid it on and she climbed aboard and began to ride him. "Now you can get a real dance baby...ummmph!" She purred as she started to ride him. He began to take the black girl and he peeled her panties down and began to lap at herfolds. The black woman bent Carmen over and began to eat hers as well licking her folds from the back. "Oooooh...eheheheh..." She giggled in a sexy manner as the black stripper's tongue snaked into her womanhood.

Meanwhile, Packie began to thrust into her. She took him in inch by inch and he strummed her clit with his thumb and he squeezed her right tit with his other hand. He began to thrust harder and she slipped off falling off. "Whoo!" She chuckled as she got back up. She lowered herself back into his manhood and Carmen leaned forward licking the southern belle's folds from the back even as she was being eaten by the woman behind her. She turned around kissing the thick woman again and the two collapsed onto the velvet seat next to him their pussies smashing together as they began to trib. "Aye...mami..." Moaned Carmen.

Packie drove up deeper into the southern belle's cunt and he smacked her on the ass and she rotted her hips on his manhood. Carmen Shivered as her womanhood was touched. She then got impatient and said, "Move over. I want some dick,"Packie's eyebrows raised liking that she was sexually greedy. She mounted his cock and she began to ride him and she began to buck her hips rolling with her thrusts as she was fucking the Irishman. He drove up into her and he got on top of her and he lifted her legs up in the air and he began to drive deeper into her between her thighs. "Oooh...I like Irish boys..." She moaned as he drove into her. The southern belle got up to the head of where he'd had his head and back and she spread her legs. He began to lap into her entrance and she closed her eyes laying back saying, "Oh my...no wonder he looks so rough..."

He moved his lips and his tongue down to Carmen's breasts. He licked her nipple flesh causing her light brown nipples to harden as his tongue flicked into then. Her pussy was already wet as he drove into her. He drove into her deeper pushing into her walls lifting her light brown creamy legs up as he penetrated into her womanhood. "Aye..aye ...ayyyyyyyeeeeeeee...!" Carmen purred as he drove into her with thrust after thrust. He saw that they had champagne in the champagne room as was expected. He pulled out of the brown skinned woman long enough to pop a bottle and pour the alcohol all over her chest and stomach as well as the southern belle who he realized was named Savannah. He licked the alcohol off their breasts, licking the drops of alcohol off of Savannah's nipples her small breasts soaked in the dim light and he lapped it up. She moaned as he did so and he did the same to Carmen, licking at her milk chocolate nipples. "Mi gusta, guapo...oh..." Carmen moaned and he moved licking her belly up her navel a medium sized oval slit and he licked the drops of alcohol from her. She giggled in a very girl manner saying, "That tickles..ooohhh shit..."

He moved back to Savannah licking hers too. "Oh my...you bad boy...I bet you do this to all the girls don't you?" Packie replied, "Surprisingly? No..." He moved to the ebony stripper next licking the alcohol frm her large breasts tasting the alchol on her moch colored sweater puppies and he moved down to her stomach licking all the way down. "You like my titties in your face, baby...?" She asked looking down at him as he moved south from her breasts. "Yes ma'am..." He replied as he licked down. He made his way to her pubic area and he turned her over pouring more alcohol all over ass. He did the same with Carmen and Savannah and he began to lick the alcohol off each woman and as he did so he soon found himself licking the alcohol from Carmen's soaked anus back around to her wet pussy that was not entirely wet from alcohol.

He went back to penetrating the Dominican woman entering her wet womanhood with a growl. "Oooh shit, papi I like it rough!" She moaned with a gasp at each thrust. She moved back to being on top of him and he slapped her ass and she let out a cry a he pumped into her. "Get that shit, chuloooooo..." As he pounded into her she let off a sound like she was being rattled, "oooh...oohhhhohhhhh..." As though she was being shaken.

He strummed her clit and she kissed him,. He kissed back running his hand from her stomach up to her breasts feeling her hardened nipples in his fingers as he penetrated her deeper feeling her wet entrance getting more moist. He accidentally ripped the condom. She either didn't notice or didn't care. He felt it rip inside her as she thrust back into him circling her hips as she took him in. He groaned as he felt her ass up.

The black girl, who he found out was named Angel if that was even her real name was next. She kissed Carmen from behind distracting her long enough to get her from Packie. She and Samantha began to suck his manhood slick with Carmen's juices, and Samantha disposed of the now useless condom and she took him in fully to her mouth

The ebony stripper straddled his lap and he thrust up into her slapping her thick ass and it clapped as he thrust deeper into her wanting wet womanhood. She cried out as he went up deeper inside of her. She toyed with her clit masturbating as he penetrated began to suck on her left breast as he pushed into her womanhood he out his hand on her clit as he drove up. She was moaning quite loudly but luckily the rap music in the club was loud enough that they could not be heard. He played with her ass as he bit down on her nipples. She gasped as he thrust in rougher and he bit down on her breast. She kissed him but then moved to eat out the southern belly who proceeded to do the same t Carmen and Carmen rode Packie's face.

His tongue went inside her passing her labia majora as he tasted her essence and she drove up into Angel. He strummed her nipples as he hummed against her lips and his tongue swam into her entrance. Carmen moaned with lust as her clit was swollen from the flick of his tongue. His tongue moved down to her perineum and she let out a higher pitched squeal. Packie could feel himself getting close. Next, Carmen and Angel went to suck his dick again licking up Angel's juices from his shaft up to his helmet. There was also some pre cum on the tip as well as the real thing. Samantha mounted him again and he began to fuck her harder than before thrusting in and out of her. "You dirty dixie slut..." He breathed. "Ooooh! Invade me you bad Yankee man...ooohhhh!" He pounded into her and he turned her around and Carmen spread her legs and the southern woman went to lap at her womanhood. Angel began to rim Samantha. Packie could feel himself losing it as he smashed int her squishy tunnels even as he strummed her clit.

He could feel she was close to an orgasm. She cried out as he hit it harder and finally he felt her convulsions and she shook as her cunt pulsated on his throbbing cock. "OHHh! OM MY...!" She cried out as she came and he finally post it at the sound pulling out exploding on her back and on her ass cheeks. The three women began to lap up his sticky seed and as the ivory and ebony stripper licked up the gooey sperm, the bronze skinned one smiled saying, "You better power through cause you aint leaving till you get me off too..." Angel, her lips white with cum, smiled saying, "Same here..."

"That's fine by me ladies...but I can still have it with the three of you, right?" Carmen and the black one looked at each otyher then back at him. "Then again, two's not bad either..."

Samantha laid sprawled, naked on the floor. "I think I need a cigarette, honey...

Packie entered Angel as she insisted, "I'm on the pill..." He was ready to go within a few minutes of them blowing him again. He bent the black girl over and began to penetrate her from behind sticking it deeper inside her. "You know, I don't care if these are real..." Packie said fondling her right breast as he drove into her. He slapped her ass with his free hand. "That is definitely real..."

She giggled looking back at him as she rotated her hips back into him. "You like that, baby...?"

He gripped on her hips as he was driving into her. He could feel she was close now too. He felt her pulsate on his manhood and she let out a squeal. That was a smaller one. "Fuck...!" She cried out as he plunged into her as though he was a cave diver and her walls were an unexplored cave in the Appalachian mountains. They were both sweaty at this point as he drove into her. The song Between The Sheets by the Isley Brothers played in the club. He felt himself starting to lose it. After another seven minutes he did but he had at least given her a small orgasm. He nutted on her cheeks and Carmen and Samantha lapped his spilled seed off her ass and this followed oral and anal tongue play on the part of those two. Then they moved to his manhood lapping him up again. Carmen stood up putting a hand on Packie's chest. "You better be ready for round 3..."

He rested up as the three women continued a threeway sapphic oral orgy and before long he was hard again. He was glad he didn't use coke today and he wished he didn't do it at all since his stamina could come back to normal when he was actually clean. He was ready for Carmen this time vowing to himself to get her off. He began to enter her slowly bracing himself to the wet and tight snatch of the South Bohan nurse.

"PACKIE GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE!" He heard Gerry scream. He didn't have time to so much as pull out before he heard multiple gunshots going off in the club,

Just then, an older Italian male wearing a black sports jacket and a red floral shirt entered the room. His eyes widened at the sight. "You motherfucker!" He slapped Carmen off of him and pointed his gun at Packie. Packie's pistol was out of reach. He grabbed Carmen. "I thought you quit stripping for these other fuckin mooks! I was your sugar daddy!"

"Get off me! You were just a means to an end! Without the money, I don't want your wrinkled old monster inside me!" Sonny growled, "Shut up!" He pistol whipped her and she fell to the then aimed at Packie. "As for you, ya mick fuck...say your prayers..."

Just then, a gray haired Caucasian male in his fifties burst into the room and grabbed his arm before he could fire a gun went off twice and the two others strippers ran in fear. "Derrick? Jesus fucking Christ what are you doing here?!" The oldest McReary brother called out, "Surprise little brother!" The Italian hitman shoved the IRA member back and put the gun to Carmen's temple.

"Back the fuck off! Or this little spic whore gets it!" Packie retrieved his pistol and fired two rounds out the door as he got to his feet but was careful to try and nt hit Carmen. He quickly got dressed and he went out into the main area. Luckily, Sonny had not yet taken off as the McReary Family was engaging him as were the Spanish Lords. Unfortunately, however there were also multiple Lupusella shooters in the club. Gerry fired his MP5 obliterating three Lupusella goons. Javier fired his shotgun striking another, a dark skinned Italian male with a crew cut wearing a brown leather jacket in the stomach. Gerry's MP5 rounds rattled the three made men the first took ten rounds in the gut and a round hit his large intestine. The second took four rounds in the throat and his neck sprayed blood as the man's windpipe was exposed to the third took eight rounds in the forehead and decorated a stripper pole with brain matter.

Gordon fired his shotgun striking a Commision member in the jaw taking off the right side of his face. "Fuckin mick bastards think you're hot shit! That's what Kennedy thought too before we showed him!" Screamed a Lupasella goon. Gordon shouted back, "It would take 200 dago sharpshooters to hit him!

Gerry fired the rest of the magazine off striking two Italian gang members in the stomach and chest respectively. "Why do you wise guys gotta come down to the Bohan for a lap dance? Can't get it up to your own pastatutes?" Mocked the Irish gang leader making a word play on pasta and prostitute.

St Michael fired off twelve rounds dropping an associate wearing a black sports jacket over a silver shirt and he hit him with three rounds in the waist. Next he hit hit a slick haired Italian male with light olive skin and blue eyes in the right cheek. "Awww, Mikey I thought he'd be leaking olive oil!" Cried out Packie. Derrick picked up an M3 off of one of the deceased mobsters. He pumped the shotgun and fired. "Nobody messes with me baby brother!" Cried Derrick.

"Derrick you fuckin fanook! Don't think we forgot about the crap you pulled with us! You're a dead man!" Screamed a bald headed Italian gang member standing at five nine. Derrick fired again and struck the man in the right arm blowing it halfway off hanging only by a few pieces of torn muscle.

Carmen cried out, "Let me go! ¡Estúpido hijo de puta! Nunca fuimos exclusivos!"

The old Italian forced her into his car, a black Conesetti and Packie and co. loaded up into the car and tore up the street after him. Sonny had two gunmen with him. They fired MP5's at the car themselves. Gerry returned fire. "Would ya look at that, Sonny? That redheaded prick actually put the bottle down long enough to pick up a gun!"

Gerry yelled, "You assholes want to see me get more hands on? I can do that!" He fired a burst of rounds after reloading letting off twenty rounds. He struck the goombah, a man in a black onyx suit in the chest and as he slumped hanging out the window, several more hit him in the back and he hit the street hard.

Packie soon found himself chasing the car up Grand Boulevard. "Where the hell is Derrick?" Asked Packie "I think he's still at the club," Replied St Michael. "What the fuck you mean we brought the incest baby with us but left my fuckin brother behind?! Did you see how gray his hair is? We gotta turn back. He aint young no more, boys!"

"Fuck you, Packie I'm part of this crew too."

"Part of the crew not part of the family, Michael. If it's between you and my brother you're gonna have to catch a cab."

Gordon fired his shotgun out the window striking the other Italian gang member in the face. The man's head was blown completely off and bounced into the street. "Careful to to hit Carmen!" Packie warned. "We gotta wait until this old piece of shit stops!"

Just then the car swerved in front of them. "What the fuck is he doing?" Asked Gerry. Packie saw that she was trying to wrestle the older man for control of the car. At his age, Carmen was actually physically stronger but he had a gun. He punched her sending her hitting her head against the window.

She then tried again and this time they did go off the road. They crashed into the Humboldt River. Packie pulled to a stop and went to see if she was alive. He dove down. She managed to get out through one of the windows and she was wimming up to the surface. The old man had gotten out too and grabbed her leg but she kicked him in the hest. Packie helped Carmen grabbing her and getting her to shore. Since she only had her top and panties back on from the club she was shivering cold clinging to him as he swam her to shore. "P... ..I owe you...my l...life..." He knew her as eccentric and kind of a gold diggging slut. Superficial but right now she was just a scared young woman.

He got her to shore. Packie got her to the car. Just then, Derrick pulled up in a dark blue Sentinel. "Is the lass okay?" Packie stated, "If we don't get her warm she's probably gonna get hypothermia..." Packie stated. He got her into Derrick's car. Derrick had a blanket. "It's alright, darling. You're safe now..."

Sonny resufaced coming from the water snarling as he had a broken arm, his right arm, he had a broken rib and he had a ghastly cut on his forehead. "You're killing a made man, assholes! You kill me? My family will come after all of youse. Your sister...your brother in the LCPD...your Ma..."

Gerry kicked him back into the water before he could get to the bank. "I think you're just fine where you are, old timer. You should be grateful. Most gangsters don't live to be 65. You've been clipping Irishmen since the 70's, 60's what? I'd say it's time we put a stop to that..."

Packie trained his pistol on Sonny and Gerry aimed his MP5 while Derrick trained the shotgun on him. "Real tough, you kids. Killing an old fart..."

"Real tough of you to man handle a woman, boyo," Gerry said with a sneer. "And you aint helpless. You think we don't know about those bodies you put in the West River? I'd say it's fate that you're in a river now."

Packie pulled him out of the water and pistol whipped him breaking his nose. The man bled heavily from the nose. "My boys are gonna clip that fuckin whore of yours too...maybe Mark will pay some moolies to do it. Plus Kate...she's a virgin I hear..I'm only sorry I won't be around to get a piece of that sweet red peach myself..." Gerry punched him in the gut as hard as he could. The old man doubled over and he kicked him in the chest. The old man started gasping and shaking collapsing. Packie saw that Gerry had just caused him to have another stroke. He shook. "Well I guess Carmen aint gonna be nursing you back to health..." Packie said.

He and Derrick grabbed the older man. They then shoved him back into the river and he flailed about before he was unable to keep himself at the surface. "Woman beater doesn't deserve a bullet..." Derrick stated. Gerry nodded. "Yeah...he's like the Guinea version of pa...Satan wreck his soul..."

He turned to Packie. "Alright you better get this little nubile outta here. If she don't need medical attention then get her to her place."

Derrick stated, "I'll give you a ride, Packie. Gerry, I'll see ya back at the house."

Carmen , still shivering leaned in to Packie saying, "You still didn't m...make me come...but after saving me today, baby, you'll get a chance...and I'll make you feel real good..." Derrick advised as the two were in the back seat, "Packie you need to put skin on skin..." He removed his shirt and did exactly that transferring body heat. "Derrick what are you doing back in the states? I thought we'd never see ya again. I aint seen you in over ten years..."

"Don't I know it baby brother...haven't seen ya since you were sixteen. You've stayed away from the drugs haven't ya?"

"Not exactly, Derrick. Remember da already had me rolling joints for him. Hate to say it but I was already well on my way to using. I wasn't as innocent as you thought. Got popped two years later for boosting a car."

"That's a shame, kiddo. Gerry really should have kept you out of the life."

"Yeah well you're back now but you can't expect time to just stand still. So what was it like over there? Fill me in on the details, broham."

"We'll have plenty of time for now let's just get the lass out of here..."

Carmen smiled whispering, "I normally don't cuddle but this is nice, Packie."

With that they arrived at her place.

2013

Leondre and K Low were riding into the rival hood and both were high as a kite. "These mtherfuckers gotta pay for Overdose man...can't let these nigggas get away with it..." Leondre had been on a binder the last several days. Drinking and partying. Now he was smoking a primo. He saw Big Demon playing in his yard with his kids. "That little bitch..."

"Yo we can roll up right now and blast him my nigga..." The darker skinned gangster said. "Naw...he got to suffer th way I been suffering..." With that, Leondre extended his arm pointing his Beretta out the window. He had a purple rag over his face. "How you like it?!" He fired striking Demon's youngest son in the neck. The kid fell over coughing up blood and the half Mexican half Samoan man riushed to his kids side holding him in tears. "No...! Hold on mijo...it's gonna be okay..."

The kid was bleeding rapidly and whimpered. "Daddy...!" Pajaro ran into the street firing at the car but K Low was already taking off.

K Low got them to a gas station in Davis. "The fuck did you do, man?!" Leondre growled, "What I had to...now we're even...they kill our kids every day in these streets...now it's fair game..."

"But Overdose was in the game, blood he wasn't no civilian..."

Leondre pointed his pistol at his gut. "You got a problem with it? We can deal with it right now..." K Lw sweated but he said, "I aint got a problem...but I do think I'm finna be sick..." He vomited in a trash can. Finally, he and Leondre got back in the car and he said, "We gotta get rid of this ride and the burner, dog. And you gotta lay low..."

As they drove off K Low asked, "What would Stone think though? Sugar sure as shit wouldn't want to hear about this either..."

"Sugar's a fucking soldier she aint running things and if she got a problem she can step off. Stone? Stone aint gonna hear shit unless you tell him..."

"Aight...I aint seen or heard shit...but we gota lay low for a week or two man."

Ivan

They headed north and Mai put the radio on to LS Rock Radio and the song Big Empty by the Stone Temple Pilots played soon Ron's voice sounded off. "Okay, so... uhhh...go up to Paleto Forest and I'll come back with some details."

Trevor's voice filled their ears soon. "What, you don't have the details NOW, Ron?! How's that make us look? Not very professional, pal! We're trying to raise money for this venture we don't have much in the way of assets. It's all about the people, Ron. The investor's capital for human capital and yours aint worth very much. Thank fuck this series A fund is mostly gonna be stolen."

Neto agreed with that. "Seriously. After all the jales we did already just to get a little coka and a little bit of molly, I'd say all I want to do at this point is sell it. I aint looking to buy shit. I mean we've risked our asses over this shit, que no?"

"Yeah, I mean if he gives a piece of whatever we have at the end even if the payoff is just drugs, I'll probably move some of this stuff to my friends at the Beach."

"I'll naturally share some of this shit with the carnales too..." Neto said. "I wanted a large cut all to myself but if he wants us to offload this shit, I'd be stupid to try and sell all this myself."

"Guys, I'm pretty sure he's going to sell it and maybe he'll have us along as backup. A major meth distributer like him in Blaine County would be more than able to do something like that,,"

"Shit, maybe that's his plan to take over the county?" Paul suggested. "A lot of drugs to sell wouldn't be a bad way to hit the ground running. Especially in that market."

"What would you know about marketing, Paul? You might know about dealing but when it comes to these deserters you're as amature as me. Ivan and Neto are the pros at this. They've got at least a decade of experience each of them. You and me are fresh fish. Except you;e too young to really be doing something like this cause you have your whole life ahead of you and I'm too old to be starting in this business."

"Seriously, Mai you're gonna second guess the job, now? When we're on our way there?"

"No, I'm just...thinking out loud."

"Nobody's as amature at this in the car as you are, Mai," Neto said. "Just saying. South Yankton really isn't that big time. Even if you have meth dealers there and gangs on the reservations none of that is big time and nobody's becoming millionaires off that. If I was still with the Madrazo Family, North or South Yankton would be where they would send me to have a puny empire in exile if they wanted me out of the way of the big fish but hadn't decided to kill me just yet..."

"Exactly," Paul stated. "Besides you're forgetting I spent the last seven years living in Liberty City. And I may not have always been a hustler but when you live in Liberty it is all about the hustle. If you were to come from here, we'd know you weren't a local. They knew I wasn't when I first got there. The tourists walk slower. But I caught on. And soon new people I met thought I was from Bohan. Anyway, when you're living in the city where the Exchange is, trust me. You learn to hustle one way or another."

"Why is rent so expensive up there anyhow?" Asked Mai. Ivan explained, "Not as many people use cars as out here or really anywhere else. It's all about the public transportation system back there. Apartments are expensive but you make it back in gas money saved. On the other hand out here, rent is cheaper than LC but you pretty much end up needing the same amount of money when you have to count in gas money."

Trevor spoke up again. "Ron's got something to say to you!"

"Okay so this grass you're taking it belongs to the Ballas. From Davis. Los Santos. We're hearing all kinds of rumors about the operation they've got out there. It's meant to be serious, you know? And well...Trevor's heard they got this big machine gun mounted on the back of a pickup truck. And he wants you to get it for him. I figure you're the experts on that kind of thing. So I'll just leave it with you."

Trevor spoke again, "Thank you, Ron. Be ready for this stuff from now on, okay? Or there won't be much use for you. You'll have to go down the well like what's-his-name and you'll ruin the water supply for everyone."

Paul's eyes widened. "Well if that's who's gonna be taking over Blaine County, he's sure got the right mentality for it. Make no mistake. He's from Canada like me but he's got a cut throat Libertonian way to him. He'll fuck his friends over just to take over."

"That aint gonna happen," Neto said. "I'm not saying that it couldn't happen or it wouldn't happen cause I know how scandalous gavachos are...no offense, Ivan," Ivan replied, "That refers to Anglos right? I am not one. I thought I was a child but I'm Slavic so none taken."

"Anyway," Neto continued, "It's not that a guy like that wouldn't do it. He would. It's just that if he tries to fuck over Ortega he's going to find out what a mistake that is and he'll have me to deal with. Right now, it's in his best interest to keep us on his good side. He was smart to rip off our enemigos but not us..."

"I wouldn't be so sure of a man that unpredictable, Ikal. Many in Blaine County do not recognize him but I do. This man robbed a bank back in North Yankton almost ten years ago."

Mai said, "I remember that robbery. I was still in college when that happened. It was crazy it had all the cops even down where I lived on high alert. Some people thought they might try and come lay low in South Yankton but I never thought so. It would have made more sense to cross the border."

"I don't know how he's eluded the law. His face has changed since 2004 but I still would have recognized him. The truth is, I've seen him before in Liberty State. It was years ago. Maybe '08 or '09. I don't know why he was there but Vasily warned me to keep an eye on him. We don't make watching every out of towner our business back east but in his case, we wanted to make sure he wasn't coming to Hove Beach. A man that wanted...he could bring down heat on us. Even if it was for something he did..just with him being in the immediate Broker area it was bad for our business. We had to extra careful," Explained the ex KGB agent.

"I thought you didn't know who Trevor was before we started working with him?" Asked Mai. "I don't remember saying that but if I did say it, I lied," He admitted. "We're not really husband and wife. I don't have to tell you everything. That said, not everything I tell you is a lie either but when i was first meeting the three of you I had to be careful about trusting you."

"So how come the cops didn't bust him when he was there?" Asked Paul. "That's easy. You know that man you introduced us to? Packie, was it? I talked to him and asked him if he had any experience with the kind of things we're into..."

"He does...actually..." Paul started to say but Ivan stopped him. "I know. And that's why Trevor was able to meet whoever it was he was meeting in Liberty and then go back to Sandy Shores or wherever he was staying at the time without being detected. Because the next thing we know, the Bank Of Liberty gets held up. Suddenly, the bank in North Yankton is no longer such a big deal and the one robber who got away is no longer the most wanted man."

Pretty soon the four of them were speeding up Joshua Road and Neto turned to Ivan. "Cucuy, tell me something. You worried that we're about to hit the Ballas up? We could be robbing from your compa, Leondre...better hope Sugar isn't there, homes..."

"Shut the fuck up," Snapped Ivan. "Even if she were you're not going to do anything to her. Besides, the Covenant Avenue guys made no mention of weed at a sawmill."

Neto scoffed. "And you think that means anything? All that means is you're not from OCB so of course they aint gonna tell you shit. And if they did bless you in that will be really fucking weird. A Soviet purple ragger..."

"I'm still friends with them. They saved my life. We've been over this. You sound like Grisha."

"I don't care if you fuck Sugar or not, wey. Grisha might. You're his gente. Not mine. My thing with you is to not let their politics get you caught up. With me I'm VLA por vida. You're with the Bravta for the time being. That's who your loyalty should be with. You want to fuck a hood chick, that's your business. But you're not the one who has to live in Davis every day of the week like they do."

"Hey, I lived in Rancho as much as you did at that motel and in case you didn't forget we all moved out," Reminded Baba Yaga. "True but I still work there. You go to Davis maybe half the time less than that probably and then you go and do your thing with Markovich and you have your thing with us. If you really respect OCB so much why haven't you brought them in on any of these jobs around here?"

"Mark can handle himself," Stated Mai. "The jail bird? Sure but he's been at it a long time. Sugar's a lot younger than that. Leela was younger than that. That bitch that stopped us from killing Leondre was younger than that. Point is, even if none of them are skilled enough to bring around the apartment, why don't your Bravta boys ever bring them in on any heists they might have coming up? Why don't you do it? You're not them, homes. I grew up in worse streets than Rancho but I can relate to it. You choose to be in Davis, pues. They gotta be in Davis."

"Whatever..."

Mai advised, "Look though maybe before we do go in, we should watch from the trees get a look at tattoos to see what hood they're from."

"If they're from Davis they're either OCB or East Side," Replied Oso. Neto said, "To Sabes, I really do hope your chica aint there, I. But if it's all the same to you, if Leondre's there, you better not get in the way."

"Guys, we're supposed to be on the same side can you stop arguing?" Asked Mai. "I'm not telling you I'm asking. Seriously, you two have been tense with each other for weeks."

They were soon driving by the Alamo Sea. The song Snakedriver by The Jesus and Mary Chain played. Ron's voice sounded and he asked, "Are you almost at the saw mill? We need two of you on the hill covering with long ranged weapons and two of you going in on the be careful. You don't want to blow up the grass or that pickup Trevor wants."

They finally arrived. Paul and Ivan would be the ones covering on long range. Ivan lit a cigarette and moved behind the trees with his PSG 1. Paul had a Barrett XM500. "Remember, my friend. Just like I showed you..."

Neto and Mai drove down the trail making their way down closer. Neto got behind a boulder and Mai got behind a tree. She had her M4A1. Paul made himself part of the bushes up top with the barrel sticking out. "Just like the old days...just like the old days..." He whispered to himself. "What?" Asked Ivan as he blew smoke. "Nothing."

Ivan took another drag off his cigarette before putting it out in his palm. Paul's green eyes widened upon seeing him have practically no reaction to it. He put the half cigarette on his left ear and he looked back through the sniper Rifle drawing on an Afro American with cornrows wearing a Boars jersey and a white do-rag and blue baggy jeans. Paul zoomed in on a different Baller's tattoos, this guy was bald standing about five feet eleven inches and wearing a black wifebeater, bue gray jeans and Hinterland shoes. He zoomed to a tattoo on his right bicep. The tattoo said 1700 block.

"Ya hey, these guys are East Side," Paul whispered to Ivan. "So you're in the clear..."

Ivan nodded. "Good to know..." With that, he fired the first shot striking the Baller in the Boars gear right through the throat, He watched the round tear into his Adams apple and ripped his neck apart exposing spine as the round went clear through. Paul fired directly through the ESB member's tattoo. The powerful slug went through and even from where he was all the way up in the hills he heard the high pitched scream echo up into the trees. The sound of it made Paul spontaneously crack up. "This is serious..." Warned Ivan.

Meanwhile, Neto and Mai made way for the bridge. They both opened fire. Instead of his usual FX-05, even though a lot of younger Aztecas and even some Vagos had started using them more in town especially cause of him plus Ortega's gun running, he had decided it would not be wise to use it this time. He instead had a G36 which was like the German equivalent of it. He spotted a Baller wearing a purple and burgundy checkered shirt. "Like your Pendletons! Not so sure I like the color though. A little girly for me!" Neto mocked. He fired another burst of rounds and struck the gang member in the chest.

He spotted a Baller nearby in a white t shirt purple gym shorts and a violet bandanna tied around his forehead. He was a dark skinned black male. Neto wasted no time letting him have it. He hit the gang member with six rounds in his broad chest, four in his right knee cap and two in the forehead. There were three more enmerging and he fired a burst of rounds striking all three down before he had to reload. Mai had her settings to three round burst as usual and she spotted an African American Baller with light skin a shaved head wearing a white wife beater and a dark reddish purple bandanna around his neck. She fired striking him in the larynx and he went down with ease.

Meanwhile from the hills, Ivan spotted a Baller on the rooftop with an AK-47 firing at the two gunners and forcing them to cover. He fired taking out the man's right shoulder and the gang member came crashing to the ground as he fell off the roof and smacked his face down in the dirt as he fell and he broke his neck. Ivan saw from the scope as Mai dropped an African American male of St. Lucian ancestry in the chest and stomach with six rounds, three in the chest and three in the gut. The gang member fell over oughing up blood. He watched as Paul missed one shot trying to strike an ESB gangster who was running with an M4 shotgun. He missed and the round zipped past the gangsters head but Paul fired again and hit him in the jaw and Ivan saw his jawbone come apart and watched the teeth come apart and bone fragments mixed in with a red burst of blood filled the vision.

Paul finished off his first magazine dropping five more Ballas.

Mai pulled the pin on a frag grenade yelling, "Eat this!" Tossing it at two Ballas who were firing Uzis from the cover of a dark red Felon. The explosion kicked up a loud noise and quite the orange blast and the two Ballas were sent flying decorating the saw mill red. Neto came from cover firing a ten round burst as a Baller who was firing at Mai trying to retreat. He fired a Glock 19. He struck the gang member in the back severing his spine. "Vete a la mierda, chavala!" He screamed. They made their way to the truck. Ma and Neto made their way up the hill mowing through ESB's. Ivan and Paul came down the hill still firing the two of them dropping two more Ballas each as they made their way down the hill. Paul took cover as a Baller fired a twenty four round burst at him and he ducked behind a tree. The Baller came advancing yelling, "Bitch you're gonna die! Nobody steals from East Side Ballas!" Before he could come around to where Paul was, Ivan grabbed the gangster from behind and slammed him head first against a tree knocking him out. He then proceeded to take the man's Rifle and his ammo for it from him and he fired the AK into the back of his skull.

Paul saw a dark purple Felon pull up and four gang members exited. Paul fired on the driver just grazing him in the side of the neck but it was still enough to make him lose consciousness and pass out. He fired on the passenger in the back seat next who had an MP5. He fired putting one in his solar plexus. Ivan took care of the other two first with a shot to the heart with the front seat passenger on the right hand side, a tall black man of about six foot six with muscles. Muscles that did him no good as the high powered round exited his back. The round went through him and his his friend in the chest as well.

Neto had to reload and Mai covered him letting off several three round bursts firing twelve rounds and she dropped four ESB members. "Okay, you're clear! Go!" They got to the trucks and Paul and Ivan made their way to the trucks. Neto hotwired his and Mai got to hers doing the same thing. "How you doing down there? It sounds loud. Remember two of you are getting in the vans and two are getting in that pickup with the gun."

"We got it Ron, we're not retarded..." Paul grumbled as he put a round through the back of an ESB member's skull a man with blonde dreadlocks.

"Of Course it's loud Ron! Progress is loud!" Trevor bellowed as Neto got to the vehicle. "Look, I'm sorry about Ron. He gets nervous. Asks too many questions. Just do your thing. Well..as long as your thing is two on the vans and two on the moving gun placement."

Neto then fired off twenty rounds dropping four Ballas. "Ron! You got anything else for em?" Ron replied, "On your way out let th pickup go first so it can shoot back and protect the score."

"Thank you!" Trevor said. "Now come on..." They drove and Paul got into the truck deciding he would drive. He also had a Glock 18 with nine magazines on him. Ivan would be manning the machine gun. They began to drive out. Trevor spoke up again, "So! Now I'm gonna need you back here with stuff in er...not very long. Move."

"I'm hearing they set up road blocks," Ron warned. "Get that gun pointed at the front if it isn't already."

Paul sped through the dirt road to pull ahead of Mai and Neto. "Pity for the fucking road block then..."Ivan stated.

"They'll be getting their idiot people to block the road. Power through them and get back to Ron," They got through the tunnel and sure enough as they began to go down hill crossing the bridge they encountered the Baller blockade. One white SUV and one purple one waited for them and Ballas with AK-47's and M4's fired on them. Paul ducked down as rounds hit the windshield. "You stole from the wrong people, motherfucka! We'll kill yo whole family!" Ivan started spraying striking a Baller in a striped purple and white t shirt and hit him in the stomach. The gang member fell against the white SUV decorating it with his blood and his intestines hung out of his entrance wounds. "I'd say spill your guts about where the weed is but that would be redundant!" Screamed Ivan. He fired into the next man and his head was popped off and his skull split in two with brain and skull fragments soiling the dirt.

He hit the vehicle itself and it exploded and caused the other vehicle to explode killing the other four Ballas. Neto and Mai made their way past the flaming weckage. Soon they were facing another road block as they got to the Cassidy Trail and Ivan sprayed lke a mad man striking a gang member in the neck and he fel from the bridge into the water below. As Paul sped alongside the Alamo Sea, Ivan sprayed striking a gang member in a purple Panics jersey and a Boars cap and baggy blue jeans he hit the man in the chest shredding his heart. The other gang member was trying to fire upon Paul and Paul ducked down again and swerved but ran the other gang member over sending him flying back about twenty five feet. "Your mama should have told you don't fuck with the driver!" Screamed Paul. "That's how accidents happen!"

Ivan chuckled at this because normally that was reserved for talking about the inhabitants inside of a car not distracting the driver but Oso had flipped it around. A carload of Ballas rode up alongside Mai and she grabbed her Riofle with one arm and sprayed at the driver of the Manana and hit him with six rounds in the face. "These guys are as persistant as my ex boyfriends!"

"Which ex boyfriends?" Asked Neto. "Fuck you!" She replied. Paul sped up kicking up a dirty trail saying, "Don't you mean girlfriends? Don't act like women aren't psychotic too."

"Guys this is no time for this we can agree that exes are persistent and so are these guys. But we are ripping them off. Newton's law my friends..."

He fired at the next road block aiming for the gas tank and he watched the two SUV's exploding killing eight more Ballas from a distance. "Goddamn it, Ivan, why do you get to be the guy with the funnest job outta the four of us and I'm just the driver?" Asked Paul. "Seniority. That's why."

They were soon riding through Stab City. As Ivan fired on some SUV's coming from the opposite direction towards Josiah Road, Neto had a carload of Ballas firing on him. They struck him in the chest with a burst of rounds from M-16's but a coupe did get through and hit his left arm. Neto pulled the pin on a grenade with his teeth and tossed it out the window into theirs yelling, "Catch!"

He pulled away as the Baller car exploded and everybody inside was killed instantly. "I hope those road blocks didn't slow you down. Ronald awaits," Trevor stated. "They coming after you? Come back to the warehouse and keep em off your tail. Pretty soon a bright purple Sedan was chasing after Paul and Ivan and Ivan fired along the front side of it striking a purple clad ESB member in the passenger seat hitting the man with over three dozen rounds. A silver Landstalker also did a U turn in the street and started coming after them putting himself in Ivan's crosshairs. Paul sprayed the Glock 18 back at the car and seventeen rounds hit the windshield and the front tires and the car swerved and crashed. The Landstalker kept coming and they fired at Ivan striking him in the chest and stomach but luckily he had a vest on. "Baba Yaga you motherfucka I know that's you!" Screamed the driver. "You a dead man!" Ivan fired striking his friend in the passenger side tearing his left arm off. The man screamed as bone stuck out. "Even if you get away with our kush, I'm homeboys with Leondre you lil bitch! I knew he shouldn't have trusted no cracka! You still one from one Baller hood you still from us all!"

Ivan sprayed at the engine and at the diver and he yelled, "I guess I'll have to make sure none of you live to tell!" He fired until the vehicle exploded. "Come on! Get back here with the gun placement and my kush already. The guys they're coming after you they're well armed and well we knew this. You know how we knew? There's pictures on them with heavy weapons on Snapmatic. There's pictures of them with weed and cash too. That's why we're robbing the place. Hey look I love a selfie as much as the next guy but some people...they over share. There's a lesson to be learned about social media responsibility, okay? Check your friendslist. Monitor your friendslist. Don't geotag! Cause you never know who's watching. Well...you do...I'm always watching and when I see something interesting I come get it..."

Mai rolled her eyes. "You mean we come get it," Neto scoffed. "What the fuck if that's true those cuervos are fucking stupid. Who the fuck takes pictures of guns and mota and cash on social media and has their shit public? We just ripped off Raza gangsters but at least the Vagos had the professionalism to stash Molly on trash bags."

"Don't make this a racial thing..." Mai said. "Besides anybody could have happened upon those molly bags."

"Yeah but that's still a lot more discreet than fucking showing all this shit on Snapmatic. It's like a big neon sign that says 'I'm a moron please rob and kill me!' Even if it wasn't for us jacking these levas, what about their parole officers or probation officers? They're just asking to get arrested."

Ivan remarked, "They probably paid the Blaine County Sheriff off. How else do you explain them being able to operate out in the open like that?"

Neto replied, "They might work out here but they still stay in LS and trust me that's multiple felonies and the cops can catch you for it. It's like these dumb asses that brag about committing a crime on Life Invader and then MIRACULOUSLY the cops find out about it. Paul, back me up here you see why it's stupid, right?"

"Hell, Bleeter is stupid, bro," Paul said. "And Snapmatic is Bleeter for people who can't read."

Neto told Mai, "Look I'm sory if I offenede your politically correct liberal sensibilities. You and me come from different worlds. But even if I didn't call it like it is, even you have to admit they're basically snitching on themselves. If the Vagos or Aztecas ever did something that retared we would get greenlit just for being that careless because that would be a shit load of money down the drain. If the BGA was smart they'd green light their stupid asses for that shit too."

"Yeah but even if they did who's really gonna carry it out?" Asked Paul. "BGA doesn't have as much power on the streets as they used to. "

"Look I give credit when credit's Leondre and Stone wouldn't be that dumb, right?" Ivan replied, "No probably not."

Finally, they arrived at the warehouse. Ron came out. "Oh, man I could smell that grass like ten minutes ago! That's s ome good dope. Yeah, I used to smoke when I was in college. Man, that was some far out times..."

Neto chuckled. "When you were in college they didn't have chronic, kush or indo. It was just reefer back then and you called it doobies. You can tell how old you are you say far out..."

"Now I oh...ohh.I hit the ice take apart a radio and i masturbate until dawn."

Mai was grossed out, "Too much info, dude," Neto also added, "If I get a mental image of that later I'm going to bury you alive..." Paul said, "Who the fuck can jerk off till dawn?" Ivan added his two cents. "And who has the time?"

"Trevor calls it maturity. And I'll get this unloaded."

Two Days Later

As promised, Paul was now rolling through Strawberry driving Lil King. "Man you know aint nobody even tried to avenge Slim yet, brah. Just a few half asses drive by's here and there but niggas aint doing it outta love for the homie. They doing it to earn stripes. Half these motherfuckers claimin the Drive now is yonger than me just got put on yesterday..Lamar supposed to be getting out today so maybe I'l see if he's down to ride on those OCB bitches. I bet it was tha nigga STone or maybe K Low who sot him..."

"What makes you say that?"

"I don't know, just a feeling. K Low be serving niggas from other hoods on a daily and Stone well Stone's Triple OG. He might have been around since the nine deuce truce and he might have even been with it but he also been around to kill a lot of homies wearing green. That nigga is to us what that guy Trey Ball is to the Ballas. I'm surprised either one of them's still alive."

As they pulled up on Forum Drive they saw several Family members sat down on the curb and several LSPD black and whites and they saw Lil King's house. "Motherfucker! They shot up my mom's crib! You see that shit?! I told these niggas that's what was finna happen but does anybody listen to me? Did Stretch listen? At least the homie G Note was gonna help me but Stretch tryna play me like a mark..."

Paul pulled out of the area slowly so as not to arouse suspicions. "Your mom and sister are still at the hotel, right?"

"Yeah but that's not the point. They could have been there they could have rolled through and started shooting and killed them both and I wouldn't have been able t do shit...damn...some days I love this city some days I hate it...same with New Acadia but at least with them it was easier to keep track of who was who from hoods we beef with. This city's too damn big. Too many hoods. Too many sets."

He pulled up to Chamberlain Hills. He spotted G Note. She beckoned to him. "Hey, sorry about what happend to your mama's house, bro. Look Stretch is coming down hard on anybody trying to help you but..I can tell you right now the Ball Sack niggas that did it is down at the LS river right no. I was just driving on through before I came back here and saw how they did your house dirty. You want to catch them, now's your chance."

"Hey thanks, we appreciate that," Paul said. Lil King asjed her, "Hey when this shit is over I wanna try and catch these motherfuckers that blasted Slim. Is you down?" She nodded. "Fo sho..." Paul got ready to drive off but G Note said, "Yo, Red..." He turned to her. "What's up?" She kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks...for before I mean...helping me...we both owe you. I got your back if you ever need it."

He blushed and said, "No problem, sis," With that, he drove off and Lil King chuckled, "Damn my nigga. Get that black ass. I think she's dtf homes..."

"It's not like that we're just friends..." Lil King whistled, "Shiiit you pass that up I'ma try and get up in them guts. Fuck that. She's cuter than a motherfucker and she's gangsta. Perfect woman.."

They pulled up to where the tagger crew of wannabe Ballas were. Lil King readied his 9mm and Paul did the same. "What's up ow bitch? Thought you'd shoot up my house?!" They saw them coming and forties were dropped as well as paint cans. Paul fired striking a gang member in a dark purple t shirt and blue jeans shorts hitting him with three rounds. The man fell over. Lil King fired at another, a black man with dreads originally from Nigeria he struck him with two in the face and the man went down instantly. The tageer crew fired upon them and Paul and Lil King took cover. "Fuck you, Lil Queen! You shouldn't have put your hands on my family, nigga! Now you gotta pay the piper!" Screamed th Ethiopian gang member as he fired off three shots towards Lil King. Lil King came out firing five shots and he missed with three but struck him with two in the right shoulder. Paul fired his Handgun six times striking another in the chest. He went into the car getting out the M3 shotgun he had and racked it. He fired striking down another.

Lil King ran up to the Ethiopian gangster but not before firing the rest of his magazine into the remaining gang members wounding some and killing others. Paul started crowning the rest with the M3. Lil King still had one in the chamber and he stood over the wounded Ethiopian. "Woman hitting bitch!" Screamed the gangster. Lil King smacked him in the teeth with the pistol. "How you gonna call me that when you just tried to shoot up my mama's crib? You deal wuith me, bitch not my family."

"Whatever nigga..do what you gotta do...the homies from South Side Ballas is gonna deal with all you Gayberlain just watch..." Lil King chambered the round and fired striking him in his left eye. Paul then noticed the wounded Ethiopian female that Lil King had been said to have put hands on. "Please..." She begged. She had been hit with three rounds in the back and was crawling wounded. "I'm sorry...I didn't know they were going to shoot up your mama and sister's house...I swear...I thought they were just going for you..this shit got outta hand...I'm sorry..."

Lil King shook his head. "No you aint. You just don't want to die. I'm outta shells...shit...I should have got more...yo P...dump on this bitch for me, man...she aint nothing but trouble..."

Paul looked at him and said, "She's not a gangster she doesn't seem to be a threat."

"Dog, she brought her punk ass relatives on my house and they're getting blessed into SSB...you said you had my back..."

She was in tears. "Please..."

Paul was at a moral crossroads. He normally had n problem with killing but he didn't think she needed to die. She had already been shot and she might die before she got to the hospital anyway. She had hit him and he had hit her and she had gotten a male relative. That wasn't unheard of but none of it should have happened. But Stretch should have also been willing to back him up.

At the same time, if she brought more Ballas against Chamberlain Hills it would mean trouble for all of them.

Later That Day

Paul had dropped off Lil King. "Hey homie I took care of that thing..." He said attempting to dap Stretch. "Naw homie you got this outta town fool to help you.

"What was I supposed to do? You wouldn't let nobody else on the set help me. They shot up my mama's crib!"

"So? My mama's crib been shot up in my day. I just blazed them niggas. I didn't get her ass a motherfucking hotel room. What you think you safe up in the suburbs nigga?" He chuckled. "i don't know what LD, Slim or Rhino saw in you cause you aint got much eart if you wasn't man enough to deal with this shit on your own like a man."

G Note stuck up for him. "Hey that aint even right, Stretch!" Stretch rolled his eyes, "Bitch if I wanted your opinion and wanted you running your mouth I'd take my pants off first..." Lil King saw in her expression she hated Stretch as much as he did.

Paul

2014

He was being trained in a private room by Tanaka. He had a busted lip and nose. He came at him again. The Japanese man easily fended off his attacks as he angrily threw blow after blow. He caught his hand and threw him to the ground in a flip. "You're angry...that's why you fail..."

Paul yelled, "FUCK YOU!" He charged at him as he got up throwing a kick and Tanaka easily flung him to the floor. Paul growled getting up throwing a hard right but Tanaka caught it, flipped him to the ground and hit him with two strikes to the throat. Paul coughed trying to get his breath. Tanaka stood over him. "I'm not going to take it easy on you. You can teach your homies in the Vagos this shit and use it on the yards but I hit you just now because that is what a deadly man would do to you a truly trained man. Your enemies wouldn't give you any courtesy. Do you want to stop for the day? You've taken a hell of a beating. Just like yesterday..and the day before that...you've gotten better but you've got a long way to go..."

Paul stood up saying. "We're not done..."

"You had a hard time breathing a second ago and your face is covered in blood. I could get in trouble if you're too roughed up."

"That's just it, boss..." Paul glared. "I aint done until it's your face covered in blood..." Tanaka sneered. "I think you're shooting a little high, kid. You may want to start off more humble. Somewhere more reasonable. More realistic. Try landing one punch..."

1 Hour Later

He had managed to land a punch but he had taken more hits doing so. Still he felt good about it. He got cleaned up at the nurses. La Guerte asked him, "So what is it this time? You know you get into trouble probably more than just about any inmates I've seen. Even Mafia guys."

"Mafia guys? I don't see any Cosa Nostra in here...this is San Andreas...not Liberty City..." She looked at him, her brown eyes somewhat accusing. "You know what I meant."

"No, I don't..." Her eyes rolled. "Sure you don't..." She stung his cheek as she put medicine on gauze and dabbed at the wound. "You don't seem to have much regard for your life."

"Yeah, I'm 22 years old serving fifteen to life. By the time I get out, if I get out, I'mm be thirty five. Miss the best years of my life."

"Well you were tried and convicted."

"You telling me you're innocent? Because if I had a nickel for every time I heard that from a con, I wouldn't need to work here."

"It doesn't matter if I did it or not,. The state thinks I did it. So I guess that means I did it, right? I don't bullshit them. I'm not going to waste their time saying I'm innocent. They should pay me the proper respect and courtesy and not bullshit me by acting like I'll ever get outta here."

"Thirty five is still young. You could still get out and have a life. Even have kids if you wanted to. Men don't have a biological clock the way women do. You really hit the gender lottery. Plus no periods no cramps."

"Yeah and yeah to the last two things you said. No it's not young. I mean I have friends that are at least that age and they seem young to me but my life hasn't been easy. I won't feel yoing if I get there. I've only been in for a year and it feels like three. And what kind of life would I have when I got out? To have a hard time getting a job and busting my ass, taking shit from people even after I've paid my debt to society? No thanks."

"So what, then? Live fast and die young? You maybe handsome but you won't leave a handsome corpse. You know why? There's no such thing. They look like shit. And they smell like shit. You know why? Because the last thing you do is void your bowels."

"Yeah well that's going to happen to me whether I die in here or outside as a second class citizen busting my ass in day labor or whatever they'll hire an ex con to do. Hell, the chances of me returning to prison when I get out will be incredibly high. Especially after fifteen years. One down fourteen to go."

She chuckled. "So instead you figured you'd just use Boilingbroke as your personal gladiator arena? How's that working out for you?"

"Hey, if other guys get to have fun out here why shouldn't I? What are they gonna do throw me in jail?"

"Yeah. It's called SHU."

He left the infirmary and went to talk to Sleepy as he was let out on the main yard. Sleepy had two men stand in front of him as if to stop him. "The fuck is this? You put me on..." Sleepy told them, "Let him past.."

He nodded. "I did, bro but qe have to keep up our appearances. You're not even Onda but you are with us and if the placas find out you're a soldado, they're gonna put your ass in the SHU. Forget a gang module, ese. It's just SHU here."

"Why don't they put you in then?"

"They know I'm old school and they don't know who I realluy am but they know I can get vatos to chill out when they need them to. Tu sabes...back after that shit kicked off in Eagle Bay we had peace talks alll three major cliquas..." A Marabunta member nodded. "The polar bears y the mayates,...and us. All were allowed to have four represenatives to talk business with the administration. We were able to gurantee no more violence. They said no. Even though they kmnew we can control that shit better than we can they didn't want carnales on the tiras and they damn sure didn't want to admit they were incompetant."

"Speaking of which, there's another vato that needs to dissapear..."

A Vago from Rancho with a shaved head and sunglasses standing at five foot nine with muscular arms, his tan skin dark brown in the sun as he was shirtless asked, "See those cuervos over there? That one on the right..." Paul saw. "What about him?"

"That fool just got here. Only he aint from San Andreas he's from New Arcadia. You ever heard of the 9th ward?" Paul shook his head. "That whole city is too goddamn French for me to ever want to step foot in. No job could pay enough for me to ever go there."

The Marabunta member chuckled. "I think you'd sing a different tune if it was high enough. But I hear ya..."

"Anyway, that fool is from the 9th ward. He's been recruiting fuckers out in West LS. Their little neighborhood Little New Arcadia? See even fuckers born out west they're trying to get them to bang that wards bullshit."

"That can't sit too well with the guys in Rancho can it?" Paul asked. "Orale, so what's this got to do with me?"

"Your old homeboy from on the block in STrawberry. Lil King? This fool was meeting up with him. Trying to get him to go back to New Arcadia. The funny thing is he didn't even really have beef with the cliquas out here as far as opurple and green go. He just thinks a New Arcadia boy should bang a New Arcadia hood. But they still want to have an alliance all across the board down south. The homeboy Neto's been telling you what's been going on out there right?"

"Bits and pieces. Race wars, some south side wannabes outta some Parish down there. I know he helped them but they weren't strong enough to help themselves,. Por que?"

"Well now they got a situation with some putos from Carcer City and now they need all hands on deck and yeah before the local guys there might have beefed with Ballas and Familias down there but they united enough to fighty the Southern United Raza and now they're united to fight the Apostles. Or trtying. Shit, supposedly some of the 3rd ward putos that got that connect in Sunbelt are trying to even get the fuckers out there to start hitting up guys wearing black and green."

"That all sounds like small time bullshgit that none of us should give a fuck about..."

"Normally you'd be right, ese..." Sleepy said. "Excepty now they wanted to bring your old homeboy home to either fight them or side with them I don't know but the Apostles got beef with the Aztecas down there and let's just a guy he aint a carnal anymore cause he's from New Austin but he's still in good standing...we aint looking to send out any backup right now we got enough shit to deal witrh but it looks like these fuckers are trying to make a double play in Los. They want to both establish ties to Families and the Ballas and agree to fight us here and also to get some of those motherfuckers to go home and help fight the Aztecas down there."

"They could be also trying to fight the Apostles too..." Stated Paul. A Honduran gang member shook his head. "Some of the wards are fighting back like the 17th and the 3rd but these fools are from the 9th and as far as I know everyone not from those other wards or rom el barrio are bowing down to the Kinfolk Nation. Even if some of them are looking to fight the outsiders, we can't take that risk and we can't have these chavalas trying to setup in our city, homes."

Sleepy nodded. "New Arcadia's a second tier city. This is a first. We're primera. There's other top dog cities others hate and want to be like. Vice, Libezrty. Shit, they might not even have the same murder rates as New Arcadia but they all got more feria and that's what it's about. As for that dude over there he was trying to get Lil King to come back to his 9th ward roots...maybe his brother sent him I don't know but then he ended up getting into it with a Tranny and shooting him now he's looking at 35 years."

"Okay, so isn't the problem solved? He goes back to Strawberry and that guy's in here. What's the problem?"

"The problenm is he's still been keeping in touch with some of the vatos that are at least hustlers in Little New Arcadia that got enough money and clout to try and recruit at their high schools. They even want to try and push into the turf the carnales got at Del Perro."

A Marabunta member Paul didn't know vowed, "That aint happening, perro...Over my dead fuckin cuerpo..."

"Sounds like one of those ideas that sounds smart to th people involved but is really dumb to anybody else that can see what they're doing is born to fail."

Sleepy nodded. "Exactly, Secoya. That fool needs to get got."

"What about his boys on the streets? It seems like they're trying to pull a reverse recruiting thing. Ballas and Families moving down south recruiting from local hoods absorbing gangs now the 9th ward's trying to do it out here? This far west? I could see that in Sunbelt but not here."

"Hey respecto for trying but we can't abide that for the outside, I know you got connections with Tanaka. He does us favors now and then put he expects them paid back. With you he seems to look at you like a student. So you're gonna borrow his cell phone, call Santa Muerte and have that taken care of. These dealers that are homegrown, they may have been born and raised out here but at least some of them knows some people back in the real New Arcadia. I'm not saying they're anything but a bunch of bitches reaching too high but all kinds of empires came from humble origins so we need to nip this in the bud. Like carnalito said, too risky."

Paul later borrowed Tanaka's cell phone. He had instructions for him via Onda.

Hours Later

Neto

He gritted his teeth as he fired his Rifle. "Orale putos you wanna play? Te doy una hostia que visto de torero!" He aimed with his left hand as he saw two Da Nang Boyz firing from the cover of an orange Buccaneer. One had a 12 gauge, the other had an AK-47. He fired striking both men in the chest. The first wore an orange bandanna and he fell over with ten rounds in his chest and he wore a gray plaid shirt. The other wore a black do-rag baggy blue jeans, a green t shirt and orange and white sneakers. He hit the gang member with three rounds in his carotid artery. Nata and Gata got into his ride and they took off up the street. "It's been going on like this all day!" Explained the Mexican-Colombian woman. "Enemigos have been capping up homies all over the streets."

Neto thought to himself, At least the war with the Vagos around here ended. He got in the car and drove down the street. "You two sure you can fight? Maybe you should stay out of this. You're already hit..."

"I've had worse," Replied Nata. "Comaradas out here are getting it worse than ía egoísta preocuparse por mi propia vida."

(It would be selfish to only care about my own life.)

El Camello was firing a M3 shotgun as he saw him firing upon a carload of Tiny Psychos striking a female driver in the chest and neck right where the two bodyparts met. He quickly fired on the next Psycho who tried to bring his Uzi up to fire on him and the four soldados he had with him from the Blaine County clique. He shot the man in the arm that carried the Uzi. The man had been wearing a white tank top and had a gray rag over his face. He watched as the top layer of flesh came off and the arm split apart and bone stuck out.

"Damn, Ortega's cousin's fucking these fools up!" Remarked Nata.

"He's gonna be fucking up Trevor Phillips too once we can get a hold of that bitch..." Neto growled. Neto turned to Pajaro's house. The Salvadoran gang member had cuts on his face from glass. His house had been shot up and he was ducked behind a dark red Slamvan. He fired a Glock 19 from cover. Several Aztecas lay dead in the street about six of them. "This is where the rest of the Mara Cucas are!" Cried Gata.

Just then, he saw Zorra and Licha emerging from a neighboring house. The first chola had an AK-74. The second had dual M12's. They both unloaded at four Marabunta soldados each killing two of them. "Fuck you, Mara putas!" Screamed Pajaro roared as he fired off nine shots hitting another gang member. "Nah, fuck you Ass Takers, bitch! You killed my big homie we're gonna kill all your big homies and little homies!" He looked and saw the man. He was a scrawny gang banger of Salvadoran descent. He often tried to pass himself off as a man of "Mayan" descent but Neto knew his tribe when he saw them.

This bitch was a mutt but none of what he had in him was Indio. He was a mix of mostly Spaniard with Moorish blood and possibly some Italian in him. He had dark enough skin that face wise he was the same color as many Raza but he was not Raza. Still he dressed and talked like a lot of them so the untrained eye didn't pick up on it especially since most Raza in the varrio was at least partially Spanish as they were mestizo. It was possible that it was that they were seeing but he lacked the Indian features other mestizos had. Still, much like that bitch rapper Mr Capon E he would not admit it.

Pinto had tattooes all up and down his body just like a Marero and he even had devils horns tattooed on his shaved head. He was shirtless in the gunfight, defiant and arrogang. Neto had heard about this punk even back in Mexico. The guy was a rapist. He didn't try and pull that shit as much now that he was up here but he had heard about him and his homies down in El Salvador raping girls at ditch parties. Sometimes even under aged girls young as sixteen. He had to die. Plain and simple. Neto fired at the pelon but he ducked down. "Santa Muerte, is that you?!" Screamed Pinto. "¡Pensé que olía la metanfetamina!"

(I thought I smelled meth!)

Neto shot back, "Yeah and I thought I smelled underage pussy like a woman's first period, you fucking chomo! You're gonna die for Demon!" Pinto screamed back, "Fuck that Samoan chavala! He had it coming for a long time and so do you! I heard what you did to carnales down in Tapachula!"

"You don't know the half of it! Took out quite a few rapist pooh butts like you! You don't know any of those bitches from the Confetti Clique if you did you'd be dead already!" He popped up and fired twelve rounds trying to shoot him but instead he hit another tattooed gang member in the chest and neck. Pinto fired his shotgun striking another Azteca. "Vamanos muchachos! Let's get the fuck outta here before the juras get us!" The gang member got in the car and they got into his car and they tore up the road and his two soldiers with him fired back at them.

Neto fired at the few that were trying to make their way back to the car. An Azteca wearing a light blue plaid shirt and a dark blue bandanna fired an Uzi unloading into two Marabunta members but before he could turn the weapon on a third, a Salvadoran gangster buried his machete into his back. Nata opened fire striking the man in the left side of the neck and the head as retaliation. As more Azteca reinforcements were arriving, Marabunta members started to retreat but the driver of a black Glendale screamed, "We aint done here, homes! Burn this varrio to the ground!"

They took off down the street and the song How I Could Just Kill A Man by Cypress Hill blasted. Two cholos started lighting Molotov Cocktails and tossing them at any and all houses. A few Vagos started firing at the car too as one of them had their house lit on fire. Neto called to a bald headed cholo in a gold jersey. "Oye mano can we put the bullshit this last year behind us?! We got bigger fish to fry!"

"Si mon, loco! I already got the wila from inside saying we gotta cool out with the street pedo."

Neto got into the car and Gata and Nata got in as did Pajaro. They followed the Marabunta car up the street and saw them tossing cocktails at every house. "¡Idiotas! Estas casas no están llenas de pandilleros!"

(You idiots! These houses aren't all filled with gangsters!)

Another Marabunta in the back seat fired upon the car and hit Nata in her good arm. "Fuck!" She cried out. "Hold on, mija! " Cried out Pajaro and he returned fire at the car and Neto took her Uzi and also fired striking the gang member who had done this. The gangster caught six rounds from El Pajaro and sixteen rounds in the back and the head from Neto. He was killed instantly.

A Mexican born Marabunta member next to him, a gang member from Morelos, a cholo with a crew cut and a white wife beater and a sleeve of tattoos torched a fifth house as they tore out of Northern Rancho and started to take a U turn before they could get to Jamestown Street. Neto fired a burst of rounds at the man as he was starting to get ready to toss one at the car. He hit him with ten rounds in the chest and it hit the bottle and he ignited and the inside of the car was caught on fire too. The front seat cauht on fire too and the cars members screamed in agony as the flames licked at their flesh.

"BURN PUTOS!" Screamed El Pajaro. "Yeah, you bitches always call yourselves the Devil I hope you like how hell feels!" Shouted Gata. The smell of charcoal filled as they burned their skin giving off a charcoal like smell while the hair gave off a sulfur smell. It was a smell so bad you could actually taste it. Neto's nostrils had never been free of that smell since the first time he smelled it and he knew he never would be. They all might have vomited were it not a combat situation. Neto pulled up to a house where he saw seven dead Aztecas laying in the street with bullet holes all over. He saw Families members from Davis, Carson and even CGF they were all working together now and there were Ballas. They had lost about three of their soldiers each as well but given the amount of casualties the Aztecas were taking from being hit with all gangs that were attacking, having to deal with them too was too much it seemed.

Just then, El Pavo pulled up in a dark blue Tornado and he had an AK-47. He had a female with him with light brown skin wearing a brown bandanna a gold tank top and black jeans. She had a Remington 870 and they both fired striking three Davis Neighborhood gang members. Neto turned to El Pajaro. "Nata aint looking good, homes! Get her outta here, man! You don't need to be here either you're carrying too light!" Pajaro imnsisted, "I can still fight, ese!"

"Chale! Your job is to get her some help! Take her to Keyla's alright? Get her vato to get those valas out of here!"

"Keyla popped her man, homes! Last year!" Neto growled, "She did?! Shit...orale but she still knows some of what he knows. I know because she's told me. We'll see if that's true. If she can get these bullets out of Renata, good. If not, you kill her and take Nata to the ER."

"Isn't Keyla your sancha? Didn't you even cross swords with..." Neto said, "It doesn't matter! And that fool was cheating on her!"

"No I didn't mean the doctor I meant..." Neto pointed his Assault Rifle at Pajaro. "GO!" The gang member did as he was told. "Nata you hang in there!" He shouted. He and Gata were fired upon by four Ballas. They took cover. "We're taking Rancho back from you bitch ass taco benders!" Screamed a DNFG member. "The only thing you're taking over is fag bars!" Neto shot back. He emptied his magazine into the gang member who said it. Just then, he saw La Calaca. "C! Hold on!" He ran up to her but she was going into shock. The young Chicana had four rounds in her chest and three in her stomach. Blood formed in her mouth. "I don't want to die..." Sh coughed up blood tears forming in her eyes. Neto cared about her they had gotten to know each other the last year. "I know just hold on,..." Fuck! He thought. "Tell mi mama...y papa...y mi hermana...I'm sorry...I never meant to make them...worry about me..."

"Shhh just save your strength, hermanita...I'm gonna take you to the emergency room right now..." He started to lift her up but the same DNFG member that had shot her fired again and she fell from his arms. She began to shake. "Neto...please...pray for me...I don't want to go to hell..." Neto held her close trying to ease her fear. "You won't...shhh...close your eyes,..picture Tenochtitlan and Chichen Itza...picture our ancestors, free...scholars, priests, priestesses...warriors...families...astronomers...they're there now...they're alive and they're happy. The underground world where the cenotes are...free of the conquistadores.. no juras...no Ballas or Families...can you see them?"

"I...I can...I see...mi abueulo...he's smiling...and grandma...she's making posole...I can smell it...t...t..thank you..." She had a smile on her face as her eyes went dim. Neto had a single tear drop go down his cheeks He stood up reloading it. He spotted the Davis Gangster who had done it. He fired a five round burst into his right knee and calf and the wounded gangster fell scurrying to cover dragging his mangled leg and he left a trail of blood. He screamed in agony. El Pavo and soon that same bald headed OG from the Vagos he saw before from Jamestown were there firing upon the Ballas. Neto unloaded his Rifle luke a madman. "YOU WANT TO START SOME PEDO?! COME ON!" He mowed down six gang members, four CGF members and two from OCB. He had to reload and he took weapons off the bodies. He found an M3 on a dead South Side Baller who had been shot by Calaca before she had died.

He checked the shotgun. It had four left in it. He fired striking a Carson gangster in the chest. He then fired and hit an East Side Baller in both legs with a blast. He emptied the last two one striking an OCM member in the face and one striking a Davis Neighborhood gangster in the throat. Gata dropped three more Ballas with rounds from her automatic. He saw a dark blue STallion pull up and Dimples got out carrying a PSG 1. In the last year Neto had taught as many of the Aztecas how to use a Sniper Rifle. He hadn't taught them nearly as much as he had Paul as it hadn't been nearly as frequent especially since Paul had Ivan and Mai to teach him to shoot too. They were not as skilled as himself Paul Mai or Ivan but they could use Sniper Rifles better than most gang members. Dimples fired a shot striking a South Side Baller in the back. She fired another hitting an ESB member in the Adams apple. She moved to cover behind a dark red Landstalker as Uzi rounds came popping back at her.

She fired another shot striking a man in the heart with a 7.62 to the Pulmonary Valve. He had been a Carson Avenue gang member but now he was just a corpse.

El Pavo unloaded his magazine taking down a carload of OCB reinforcements. The driver fell dead with blood leaning from his ear the other three riddled with 7.62 rounds. Just then, as the Aztecas and Vagos managed to finish off the rest of the Ballas and Families, with several members of the Carson members, being just the homegirls left were mowed down by Zorra and Licha. Neto saw an SUV speeding up the street but was shocked to see not black faces but brown only they weren't Marabunta and they weren't Vagos. They were well dressed looking men. They put Baklavas on and began firing MP5's out the window. "Shit, the Madrazos are here!"

They got out and one of the men popped the trunk getting a rocket launcher out. He aimed at Neto and fired but Neto already saw where this was coming and he grabbed Gata and they took cover behind a gray Bobcat. The rocket went and hit a house and it went up in a blast. Neto fired his reloaded Rifle from cover striking the man in both knees. He then fired hitting the driver in the face with a burst to the forehead. He ran forward and they fired upon him and he took several rounds in the chest but he hit the ground rolling over as they came around the side of the vehicle and he let the last two have it in the gut. He grabbed the wounded Madrazo member and the Vagos with El Pavo grabbed him and Pavo said, "Put him in the trunk, ese. We already caught one from each gang in our varrio trying to pull shit on you and hitting our boys instead. I know how they did it too..."

Netto took the missile launcher from the wounded Madrazo cartel saw a car load of Ballas in a Felon tearing up the street. He fired and the blast was deafening and caused the car to explode and flip over. "BITCH!" He withdrew his knife as he saw the wounded Davis gang member being punched and kicked by the female Aztecas and clubbed with guns. He screamed as his entire face was bleeding and Licha and Zorra had knocked out nine of his teeth. Dimples stomped on his leg wounds and he shrieked. Neto grabbed his knife and put it to his forehead. "Why did you shoot her? She was practically just a kid."

"You're in our neighborhoods, man! If ya'll weren't taking up our turf in Rancho and pushing into Davis...shit wouldn't happen like that...we'd leave ya'll alone..." Neto nodded. "Yeah. I believe you," He then cut the man across the forehead bringing the knife across his scalp. He shrieked as he did this. "JUST KILL MEEEE!" Neto shook his head. "No. Whatever happens happens. Whatever infections, painful death, whatever. Maybe I'll sell this back as a curly weave somehow in a ghetto near you. After all you need to start supporting your own businesses. That includes buying your own hair instead of everybody else's."

He tossed the man's bloody scalp into the fire of the carload of burning up gang members. The gang member screamed still. He said, "We need to get outta here!"

El Pavo told him, "Meet us under the LS Freeway. The warehouse. We got something you need to see..."

With that they got in the car and started driving away as the sirens started to come. Gata shook her head looking back at the burning house. "That was an innocent family," She said.

Meanwhile, a wounded man lay on the ground calling for backup. He was a plainclothes Detective Officer Julio Sandoval with the LSPD. He had caught a straight round in the gut from an AK-47 fired by a member of the Da Nang Boyz. Many Da Nang Boyz now lay dead on the streets of Rancho. Of all the gangs who had hit the Aztecas today, it seemed that they had taken the most losses since their gang was the smallest and any loss was heavy for them but the gunmen who had done it was still at large. He lay writhing in the streets as the police cars rushed in. Several Vagos, Aztecas, Marabunta members, Da Nang Boyz, Families and Ballas were being arrested because of this shooting. Even ones not involved.

Thirty Minutes Later

They met El Pavo under the LS Freeway. They had a bloodied and beaten up Asian gang member of Vietnamese descent tied to a chair. "This little bitch..." Pavo said as he pistol whipped him. "Had the addresses and phone locations of a lot of your comaradas. They tracked you. But they also killed some of us. You've been hacked, bro."

"Who did it?" Neto demanded. "I aint telling you shit you fucking Ass Pusher..."

Neto removed his knife and he began to cut the man's fingernails out. "AHHHHH SHIT! YOU FUCKING BEANERS! I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!" He screamed. El Pavo grinned sadistically. "Yeah these punks been beefing with the homies down at the Beach. You should have figured they'd come knocking in Rancho..." The bald cholo that was with El Pavo added, "A few of my homegirls found the phones of dead Tranny's Ball Sacks, Mara Cucas. They all had the name,s, numbers, addresses all kinds of shit. It's like the Trackify App on steroids."

"I'll have to have my guy fix it. Meanwhile he'll also be giving me a crash course of hacking for dummies. I think I know who did this but I need to be sure... besides...we still got nine fingers and ten toes to go..."

Five Minutes Later

The Asian gang member had pissed himself as he removed the toenail and flesh from his big toe. "Wouldn't it be easier if you did that with clippers or at least pliers?"

"Easier? Maybe. But not as much fun."

Neto got in the face of the bloodied Asian. "So...Mr. Pham..are you ready to talk?"

"I was ready to talk five nails ago!" He was in tears. "I know...but you needed a lesson in respect."

"It's this outta towner man...Lee...Chinese guy...we've been known to do business with him and some of his crew the boys he works with...you pissed him off..."

"Oh it's not me who pissed him off. But I should have known. Well the next time he comes in LS he'll be dead and so will his boys but then it's probably better if I just go to him. So you're a friend of his? Tell the truth..."

"Kind of...not really..I mean as much as an out of town mothafucka can be...he hates ya'll same as we do! Plus that bitch ass Redwood mothafucka in prison been all on our dicks!"

"Yeah, that's what happens when you side with the BGA instead of standing on your own."

"Fuck you...you're just using the Native car same as blacks do us..."

"The difference is we're the same color. You should at least be taking order from the Triads..."

"Fuck that..."

"Alright, I've heard enough, ese. If you don't mind, we'd like to take him off your hands," Neto stated. Pavo nodded. "Go for it. I guess that means we don't get to interrogate the rest of these levas..." He beckoned to a tied up and beaten Davis Neighborhood gang member, an OCB member, and a Psycho. With that, the bald Rancho pelon fired his 9mm into the heads of the rest of them. "I'm Crooked by the way...I'm down with this truce...put all that pedo from last year behind us but don't fuck us over."

"I know who you are. The vato that killed our homie is gone so we're good but I could say the same to you."

"Hey, I'm from the Beach ese, I know how much we need peace in these calles when enemigas are everywhere," Pavo stated.

Neto had his bandanna on and they got back into the car putting the wounded Da Nang Boy , Isaac Pham in the trunk. He drove to the East Los Foundry. It was closed today but he knew how to use the equipment. He texted Pajaro, who had dropped off Nata to be taken care of to meet him there with his trunk full of goodies. In good time, the Salvadoran arrived, Neto pulled the Vietnamese American from the trunk. "When was he last here?" Asked Neto. "And don't pretend you don't know who I mean."

"He was here recently, man..." The gang member was too weak to insult him further. "Okay...I believe you."

He then asked, "Just one more thing. What was tha name of your homeboy that dealt with that guy Sonny from New Arcadia in past deals?"

He whispered it in his ear. "Okay..."

Neto had purchased certain medieval torture devices over the years in auctions. It took him a while but he got to some molten silver and began to pour it into his sprinkler which resembled a holy water sprinkler and he poured it into the Asian man;s eyes. The man screamed in agony and he kicked and screamed. "Should we really leave his cuerpo like that, bro?" Asked Pajaro. "Yeah. We didn't leave any DNA behind. We're fully dressed, and covered. Besides, I want the news to talk about this shit. Let it reach New Arcadia. I', going back there soon. I aint even doing it to help out the carnales down there. I got a score to settle."

"Orale I'm with you, man."

"I actually need a favor from you. Take Dimples along for it too. We got a new homeboy that just got put on the hood."

"That little fool, Jose?"

Neto nodded. "Yeah. You three are gonna go and shoot up a little parade. I got word from the pinta. It's what Onda commanded. I would say don't leave any indication as to who did it but if you have to spread rumors even a fake one, let it be that Marabunta did this shit...Lee didn't just play the Asian gangs against us he played everybody."

"Is that why Oso said to do this or is this a different hit?"

"It's for a different reason but these two things are an opportunity..."

"What are you gonna do?" Asked the Salvadoran. "I'm going to the Beach. Gonna hit the Da Nang Boyz where they live. Lee may not have intended to get the cartel involved in this shit but somehow they did. Now his business partners, or I should say his friends business partners are gonna feel it. He doesn't even know what I did down there."

"What did you do down there?" Neto replied, "The less you know, the better."

45 Minutes Later

West Los Santos

Pajaro and Dimples were driving with a third gang member. Jose Valencia, a young man of eighteen years with deep brown skin and a short haircut standing at five foot nine with a bruised up face from his jump in sat nervously in the back. He was of Mexican American descent on his father's side and Navajo descent on his mother's. He wore a dark blue plaid jacket and white dickies. In his lap was an Uzi. "I don't know about this, eh. I get that Santa Muerte has a lot of enemies we all do but these are innocent people..."

"Don't be a punk.." Pajaro warned. "This came from the top. Our canal Oso inside talked to the Mesa inside and they said it has to be done. They would prefer this not be tied back to anybody but for now in the calles, if somebody does take the fall it'll be Marabunta. They violated the truce so they're gonna hurt for it...you just got put on bro. Don't be a little bitch...you got corazon or what?"

"Yeah I'm down..." Stated the youngster. Dimples had an AK-47 and Pajaro had his Glock 18 set to automatic. "Remember, as many of these motherfuckers as possible. Empty the magazine. We all do it..."

They drove through what was some kind of Creole heritage parade in the streets of West Los Santos. Aside from New Austin and New Arcadia West LS had one of the highest Creole population among its African American population. It had been nicknamed Little New Arcadia. There was a lot of music and a ton of blacks in vibrant colors. The girls wore multi colored dresses and some of the men wore white dress shirts. "The fuck, is it Creole Day?" Asked Pajaro. "No," Stated Dimples. "But Puerto Ricans will have their pride parades any old day in Liberty City. So I guess the Creole are doing that out here."

"They should have kept that pedo in New Arcadia..." Breathed Pajaro as they leaned out the window and began to open fire on the crowd of civilians. They were careful to not hit children but they sprayed through multitudes of parade marchers. A little girl screamed as she was covered in blood, not her own but a burst of fire from Dimples that hit her mother. There were LSPD on the scene and they tried to come after the car but the screaming protestors and onlookers were running every which way in a panic. "VAMANOS!" Screamed Dimples. They sped up the street and the cops were still trying to get past the screaming parade members. Others rushed to try and help the gunshot victims that were still alive.

They got out of the area and took the care to a secluded area near some railroads and torched it. They got picked up by a female Azteca in a 64' Savannah and she drove them to a motel where they would lay low for a few days. As soon as Jose was in his own room he went to the bathroom and vomited in the toilet.

Meanwhile

Neto had gotten rid of his Mexican army Rifle deciding to order a new one at a later time and now he was rolling out with a PP90 a weapon he rarely ever used. He also still had the rocket launcher he had taken from the wounded Madrazo member. Him, he had the homies take to a different spot. He pulled up to a dope house that he knew always had some Da Nang Boyz at all times. He was still wearing a Balaclava. This car, a gray Felon had tinted windows. He had stolen it with ease. He rolled the window down. He recognized one of the gang members on the front porch as one of the gangsters Mai had done some jobs with last year. He didn't know if she was still cool with the Da Nang Boyz like that. He fired the rocket at the house. The gang members eyes went wide as the missile went in through the window and exploded. It took out at least half of the house. He watched as the gang member's body parts flew apart. He could smell burning flesh. He had once hated that smell. It wasn't that he liked it or got used to it. He just didn't mind it nearly as much when his enemies burned. Inside the dope house he could hear the screams as six more Da Nang members were caught up and a few were alive but being burned up.

Vespucci Canals

Several members of the BSU were partying in the apartment of a chapter leader named Lyle Scottsdale. Lyle was a thirty one year old white male and a former drug addict turned straight edge. BSU were not as big as in Waston but there were some members here. He had met some of the BSU members who had been from Sunbelt and others from aston and while he wasn't as big into having his boys rip and run, whenever drug dealers did stumble on their scene, they would rob them sometimes with guns usually a beat down and a shake down. The song Remedy by Seether blasted. There were couples making out as they were all hanging out. None of them seemed to notice a man wearing a Devils mask until it was too late. He withdrew two Glock 17's and began firing on members of the party. He struck a brother, an African American punk rocker in a Dead Kennedy's t shirt with five rounds in the chest.

Next, he fired at a Caucasian male wearing an MDC jacket. He dropped him with two head shots from each pistol. The BSU members panicked and scattered. He fired all over the room striking men and women somehow both indiscriminately yet deliberately. The man in the mask grabbed Lyle before he could go for his shotgun. "Let's have a talk outside..."

"Who the fuck are you, man?!" Cried Lyle. "I'm a concerned citizen. You ever heard of Marcus Roman? Lee Shen?" Lyle insisted, "They're not from here, dude I'm from Vespucci Beach."

"Wrong answer!"

"What do you want from me, bro?!"

"You BSU boys came to my city starting trouble."

Nome of the members still inside could hear wht was being discussed but a few had pistols themselves. "I didn't, man...you fucking gang bangers are the ones always..." El Culebra grabbed him by the throat, "You guys think you're invincible. This apartment is what, about four stories up? Let's see which of us can fly!" He tossed the LS president over the ledge and the man screamed the whole way down smacking his head on the ground breaking his back and his neck. Just then the two BSU members who had guns, one Caucasian and one Mulatto, began firing through the deck window door but Culebra hopped off the deck. The rounds went through the glass and they looked below to see where he was. They saw the mangled broken body of their leader down below but they did not see the Mojave Indian.

"Where the fuck did he go?!"

Culebra's training had allowed him to get to lower decks undetected.

Two Days Later

He had gotten word that one of Pinto's lieutenants had been one of the men who had shared the addresses of Aztecas not just with his own clique but other Marabunta cliques.

Neto spotted the half Dominican half Salvadoran member of Marabunta. He was one of the people who had gotten a text on his cell phone. He had pale brown skin and was overweight wearing a dark blue varsity jacket. He had a shaved head and he was sitting in a dark blue Manana lighting up a freshly rolled blunt. Neto slowly crept up with his pistol. The man had the song Easy Like Sunday Morning by Lionel Richie just starting up on the radio. Neto almost burst out laughing. Cholos were all about oldies that was the one time ethnicity was put aside. Whether you were a white boy like Buddy Holly, a Chicano like Richie Valens or blacks like Sam Cooke. But Lionel Richie and his jherri curls seemed like something a Marabunta member wouldn't be caught dead listening to.

The Aztecas and Vagos had been around longer than the Families and the Ballas but even the latter two gangs had some who knew oldies even if they didn't appreciate it as much as Raza. But Marabunta had been formed in the 80's so they had missed the early days of La Onda. The days that the formed in prison, oldies were the new songs on the radio. But Lionel Richie, well, in most cases even if a cholo was to like his music it would be more of a low key guilty pleasure and not something you would ever admit to. Neto pointed the pistol to the cholo, Domingo's forehead. "GET OUT!" He ordered. The fat cholo did as he was told but he said, "Santa Muerte...it's not my fault, bro. It was Pinto..."

"SHUT UP! I'll deal with Pinto soon enough. As for you, start running. I'll give you a headstart..." The guy looked at him like he didn't understand. "Did I stutter?"

The guy took off running down the street. He had a pistol up under the seat that he could have used but Neto had him dead to rights. "One...two..." As the man got further down the street, Neto got in the Manana saying, "Ten..." He began to drive chasing after Domingo. As he did, the chorus played. "That's why I'm easy..." Neto opened his mouth wide singing along, "Ahhhhh ahhhhh ahhhh ahhhh...I'm easy like Sunday Morning..." He sped up and the fat cholo freaked out and he stopped hitting the brakes doing this a couple times to freak out the fat cholo as he huffed and puffed. Finally, Neto floored it and ran him over and the fat man rolled off the window cracking it and he rolled off the back. Neto then backed the car up and parked it on his left leg. "AHHHHHHHH!"

"Are you okay?" Neto asked in a mocking tone. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Screamed Domingo.

Neto growled, "PINCHE MARA CUCA DON'T YOU EVER SEND OUT A TEXT WITH MY COMPAS ADDRESSES AGAIN!" The man screamed, "It wasn't my fault...it just came... Pinto told me to send it out...he';s the one who beefed with Demon...now get the fuck off of me!"

Neto got an offended look on his face. "No! Ask nice."

"Get the fuck off of me...please..." Neto said in a friendly tone, "Okay..." With that he pulled forward and left the cholo bleeding and writhing in the streets with a bone sticking out of his leg.

He went to check up on Nata as she was resting later that day. "How are you holding up, esa?"

"i'll live...Keyla's got some bomb ass painkillers...I'm still fucked up over Calaca dying..."

"Yeah well the fucker that did it is gone and the fuckers that caused it will be next...but yeah...it was fucked up. She's young...we won't let it go unanswered."

He sighed. "First Demon now her...and last year with Tiny and..." She nodded. "I know...and Demon was the best leader this hood's had in a long time...we need somebody else to run the cliqua...I don't know how the other compas feel about it...but I think it should be you. El Camello took over when Ortega died. It's right he did take over Blaine County's set. They're cousins. Now that Sione's gone...I think you should run things."

"I really don't know about that...I'll think about it..." She insisted, "You're a natural leader whether you admit it or not. Makavelian leader or not. You have it. You were a Zapatista. It's in your blood. I can see it in you."

He sighed. "We'll talk about this another time..." He said. "Get some rest for now."

He thought to himself, Calaca...I won't let your death be for nothing. And Demon...i' sorry bro...I'll look after the rest of your kids and your old lady...at least you get to see your youngest again.

They had barely won a defensive battle but the war was far from over

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That's it for this chapter. So the shootout at the warehouse is based on a mission from Mafia 2 a very hard mission I might add but instead of it being about Vito's father I made it about the driver of the blue Sultan. And this will be how the Warriors make their alliance with South Side gang members. It's a trip I saw a video on youtube of Surenos in Montreal and they sounded just like if thy were from Cali at first I thought they were dressing like black dudes cause i saq winter fur coat but then i realized it's fot the weather. Then again they were saying fuck mayates so they have that aspect accurate. Still wondering how they weren't kicked off the train for that.

As for the scene where Neto ran over the Marabunta member, that's based on a hilarious scene from Power where Tommy runs over Domingo while Lionel Richie plays and I laughed my ass off when that happened. It's such a non gangster song. And i guess that's the point and as Chris Tucker once said, Lionel Richie hasn't been black since the Commodores. I don't know why he said that I'm not saying I agree. But shit Nicole Richie is his daughter. I won't lie I love that song My Endless Love with him and Diana Ross.

It's kinda like Patrick Bateman with his Hue Lewis & The News scene. While it is on a serious subject serial killers you can't look at that and not have it be comedic

So now finally Packie had his lemon albeit a lemon that you could say is only 2/3 complete but still better than most get. Besides carmen wants to finish up and he already transferred body heat. I decided to show when Derrick comes back. And I thought since Sonny's character is said to put people in the river I thought Sonny dying the same way was poetic justice.

As for Paul having the New Arcadia culture parade shot up it was kind of ruthless but also a way to sho Onda isn't fucking around. He's also going after that 9th ward gangster too. Basically he had tried to get Lil King to come home but a CGF member got into it with him and he shot the guy in the face plus he had a key of coke so he got 35 years.

So Jeremy Ray Valdez is the visual basis for Jose Valencia.

As for Culebra he has struck again. Neto now knows what Lee was uo to. How wil he respond? He's obviously gonna go to New Arcadia but for now he'll want to try something else from afar.

Luis Da Silva is the visual basis for Pinto and he is based on his character in Triple 9.

Toker from Brownside is the visual inspiration for Crooked.

Also sadly Calaca has died she hasn't been as big of a character but I wanted to still make it sad hell i accomplished that with Chaska's death and he was only in a couple chapters. but anyway her death is somewhat basedon her real life basis La Baby Smiley.

I figured it would make sense at least one major oc would die from this and Nata is wounded but alive. Still, the hit on the BSU, even if it doesn't direcyly impact the New Arcadia guys was a partial payback and more is on the way. And yes I decided to get the Madrazo cartel involved in this all out assault on the Aztecas too. It makes sense seeing as Neto is enemies with Martin.

As far as that girl should I have it be that Paul spared or killed her?

Also the scene where Leondre shot Demon's youngest son is based on a scene from Southland when a gangster snitched on a rival for who he thought did a shooting and the gangster came back and shot his son on his birthday it was a dark and fucked up scene I felt bad for him and I thought that would fit with how dark this story is. Let's just say Neto and Demon and Leondre haven't seen the last of each other. Wanna know the irony? Leondre actually want to have a kid himself because with Leela and Overdose dead he's the last of his family. Isn't that twisted?

Anyway until next time