Concrete Jungle Chapter 49: Standoff, a grand theft auto fanfic

Paul

2012

Red Warriors and White Angels

He would stay with different members of the RW's when he would come through. This time he was staying with Raymond in his spot. The Native rapper had been going on tours to different reserves across the country he even had a sound proof rap studio built in.

He had let him stay in the guest room. He woke up to see three women walking out. All of them were sexy as hell. The first was petite with brown hair light brown skin and brown eyes and about 5'5 wearing a black mini skirt and a red tube top. The second wore Native American designed pants that were multi colored and a white blouse. She was more voluptous and about the same shade as the first girl her eyes were brown her hair was black but a few inches shorter and her ass was larger. The third was darker about a medium brown shade and she had shoulder length wavy hair, somewhat thin eyebrows that almost made them look like a Mexican chola, she had large lips and was somewhat overweight but in a good way. Her breasts were smaller than the second woman but her ass was the same size and she was thicker. She wore an aqua blue tank top and blue jeans shorts that went down to her calves.

The second one smiled at him, the third gave him a quick glance and the first said something in Cree. The other two laughed. As they left, he saw Raymond standing there. "I'd ask you what they said but you probably don't know I know it's a different dialect..."

"I speak enough Cree to get by bro it's not THAT different from Ojibwa. What they said was you got eyes like a cat. Like emeralds. Nothing bad bro."

"I guess. I hate em."

"That's why you always wear shades, huh?"

He ignored the question, "So who were they?"

"Just some uh...fans..." Raymond said with a smirk. "Uh huh...I'm sure you spent all your time in the studio just rapping for them,..."

"Hey, I believe in giving the people what they want..."

"yeah well you outdid me. Three..."

"Hey, you're not too shabby yourself. You got with Aila and Dawn. Even if people aint supposed to know that, I can tell."

"No comment."

"Uh huh. You know no answer is still an answer right?" He asked him, "So you make any money off this shit? Gotta be on your way to being a millionaire now."

Raymond was cooking something. He smelled bacon and eggs. "Hey how you like yours? Scrambled over easy or omelet?" He asked. "Omelet..."

"Anyway...I aint really a millionaire. I mostly do shows at rez's around the country. Some in the States too. Done some raps even at pow wows. It's kinda weird, bro. I mean...I don't even rap about gang banging/. I mean I talk about what's going on on the rez but somehow rapping about doing dirt, even if it's just talking about the vague shit not self incriminating, it just aint me."

"You getting tired of the life? Truth be told, I never thought I'd be in a gang but it was always there on the rez ya know?" Paul said. "And my dad was a fuckin asshole sure as fuck wasn't any role model. Chiefs are corrupt...I just took what options were there for me and I guess you did the same, right?"

"Yeah...I mean that's what I try and talk about in my songs. Gang banging aint nothing ut a symptom of the bigger problem. All these rich dudes in the capitol that got everything handed to them, right? They got jobs and degrees no problem? Their family down the line did some dirt to get to where they are now. They killed, they stole, they did all that. That's the past and this is now but it's connected. And what's funy is nobody calls the dudes that close down businesses in an area a criminal even though it's really them that's gonna be causing the crime in a neighborhood long term if you look at the bigger picture."

"So what are you saying?" Asked Paul. "I'm saying, you and me we do this shit out of survival. We're not like Chogan or Danny in that way. Aila and Dawn come from broken homes so that's their reason and honestly Chogan and Joe do too it's just Little Joe aint let the world change his smile. He's still an optimist. Chogan went and became a cynic way too young. But the one thing he does have is pride in his rez his block whatever. That's why he does this shit. Outta pride. Little Joe's just following him. But he could have more outta life. With me, it was always about the money I don't do this cause I want to. I do it cause what other option is there? But now, I got my music and maybe I'll blow up someday maybe I won't but even if I don't it's still a more honest way to make a living. I don't gotta be a millionaire. I'm find with being a thousandaire even if it's just half a mil I can work with that."

"I understand...I think...you want to use it to get out of the game, right?"

"Yeah but think about it. When these guys cut programs for schools or whatever, close down jobs, then they want to tell us we can't stand on a corner slinging? They're not playing by the rules. If you want somebody to thrive...actually no they don't even care so much about that...let me put it another way...if they want somebody to CONTRIBUTE to society, they gotta leave us some options. A trade, something. But when they don't do that, who are they to tell me I can't do whatever I gotta do to survive? They're not the ones who don't eat if they don't do what they gotta. They could never understand. Those fucking suits. They're the real gangsters."

"Yeah well, there's nothing wrong with you not wanting to do gangster rap. I mean if you've already lived the life a lot of rappers just talk about, what do you really need to glorify it for? Yeah there might be some dudes that really lived that and they're talking about what they went through but it actually shows strength of character that you're choosing not to talk about that."

"That's what I'm saying..." He slapped hands with him. Soon they were both at the table eating. He also had pancakes made. This dude had went all out. There was bacon, sausage, which he had put in chopped up pieces in Pau'ls omelet but in links for himself since he liked his over easy. Plus orange juice. As Paul took a bite of bacon he asked, "Is there anybody you want to collaborate with?"

"I mean I already have with some guys from around here, other reserves there's a lot more talent than people realize. And as much as I got love for the Eastern side of Canada there's just more rez's further west and in the middle. But yeah I mean I'd love to get to do songs with guys like Wu Tang, Ice Cube, Eminem, that'd be tight."

"Hey I notice you use a lot of street slang mixed with rez slang is that the thing where you come from? In Minnesota I mean."

"Hey you stay in Liberty right but you alo rez at heart you gotta have that influence too, right?" Paul shrugged. "Yeah but I aint really from there. I just moved there. I can even have the accent as time goes on but deep down I know I'm from this side."

"Yeah well I come from South Minneapolis. You got urban skins but we got black influence too. It's not a big deal aint like I'm using the N bomb like dudes from the Bay Area. Plus we got some East Asian immigrants down there just like here so I got exposed to what they're about."

"I mean I understand I'm just saying you know when I see videos of guys from the Bay taalking the way they talk they'll claim it's about diversity out there but they'll really only talk like the brothers. They don't use Samoan slang or Chinese words so they're acting like it's some everybody is equal shit out there but it's not that's just what they hide behind."

"When you put it like that, Northern San Andreas aint really that different from Canada. Diverse and all that but there's still a racist undertone to both even if it is liberal as hell. Besides, look Chinese is a hard language to learn but I listened to the stories of guys that were fresh off the boat they got it rough too and I respect them surviving it."

"I know, it's just you don't see other dudes talking like us in the same way."

He shrugged. "I don't know. Will-IAm grew up talking different from how he was expected to maybe that kinda thing happens more often than we think?"

"Yeah but the Black Eyed Peas are gay, bro. Don't bring them into this," Raymond chuckled. "How are you gonna lie on my boy Taboo?"

"Yeah he's the least known of the group, man. The most well known is a faggot who is supposedly not a faggot but he punched a guy for calling him one. And then a bitch that pissed herself at a concert yet actually thinks guys lust after her ass?"

"Damn bro how much haterade you had today," Chuckled Ray. "They got some positive songs."

Just then, they heard a crash of glass in the kitchen and the room became ablaze. "Jesus!" Paul bound from his chair as did Ray. "I gotta get a piece!" Paul tried the door handle but it was too hot. "Fuck! They're trying to burn us down!"

An Angel was outside with a white bandanna tied around his head he was a Caucasian male and he appeared to be in charge. "Vous brûler chattes sauvages!" He screamed. They tried a different door to a bedroom to get out of there but the Angels had tossed a cocktail through the window of that one too. "Des bâtards de la peau rouge! Vous payerez pour Theodore!" Yelled another Angel.

The fire was too great in Raymond's room. "Bro, they're burning my house up!" He cried. "That shit doesn't matter if you're dead, come on!"

They went into the bathroom and opened the window. Paul kicked the screen out and dove out. Raymond followed. They heard multiple gunshots.

Unbeknownst to the two RW's, as they had been trying to get out of the house. the Angels were also firing on some of the locals. One of them, the one who had tossed cocktails into Raymond's room, was now firing a .44 Desert Eagle which struck a Warrior, a young man of about twenty who stood five nine with light brown skin and brown eyes wearing a white t shirt and a black bandanna and baggy blue jeans, in the chest. Another was firing a Browning screaming, "This is for Teddy you sons of bitches! Who the fuck you think you are killing an old man?!" This Angel fired six shots striking another Warrior, this one, a male with a crew cut of about twenty two four times in the chest and as he fell firing two more in the back. An Angel who had a baklava over his face threw a cocktail at another house across the street that belonged to osme neighboring RW's. Another tossed a cocktail through a house of a non affiliated Cree family. One Angel asked, "Are we supposed to go after civilians? Lucifer might not want this."

The Angel in charge advised, "Fuck them. Let this be a lesson to them. You harbor the Warriors you burn for it. This will teach the remaining people in this place that if they don't want us coming back they'll drive them out!"

A man with long black hair wearing a denim jacket and denim jeas and dark brown skin came out brandishing a shotgun. It was a 20 gauge. He was a member of the reservation police but he was off duty. He fired a shot striking one of the Angels in the chest. The gang member cried out falling over wounded on the already burning porch of Ray's house. The leader and his friends responded by riddling the policeman with bullets. He took two rounds from the .44 Desert Eagle in the chest and as he went down, killed instantly, he still took three more, two in the neck and one in the forehead.

Meanwhile, just as Paul got out the back and Ray did, another Angel came around the corner with his M1911 drawn. Raymond saw his shadow and he tackled him ramming him against the wall. "You wanna burn my house down, punk?!" Pa4ul grabbed his pistol taking it from him and Raymond angrily threw him through another back window this one going into Paul's guest room which was a;lso on fire. The Angel landed in the flames and started screaming in agony as the flames tore flesh away.

As this was going on, the Angel known as Gabriel had just fired three shots striking a First Nations teenager of about sixteen years in the back as she ran down the street. She was crawling wounded. He fired striking one of her friends in the shoulder. He was about to finish the two of them off when he heard the screams of his comrade. He turned to his friends and said, "Around the side! Go!" They went and saw Paul and Ray had hopped a fence and were running down the street. Three Angels let off a barrage of shots at them but they managed to duck behind a black Bobcat. One Angel came toward them blazing but Paul fired a single shot from cover hitting him in the neck. As he went down, Ray grabbed him using his body as a human shield as his friends fired at the two Natives.

He got the HS2000 from the Angel who took five shots in the back from his buddies and Ray began firing letting off seven shots striking one of the Angels in the chest. He forced Gabriel into cover by firing at him as did Paul. Paul told Ray, "Listen bro you see my car across the street?"

"Yeah!"

"I need you to do me a favor. Lick off a shot or two at the trunk so it gets open. This punk doesn't deserve just a bullet. I got something in the trunk for that bitch!"

"Alright but you better hurry cause I only got..." He checked the magazine..."Six shots left!" Paul gave him the M911 to use too. He fired two shots off at the trunk and sure enough shot it open. Paul veered across the street as rounds flew past his head. As an overweight Angel tried to advance, Ray fired the Handgun striking the man once in the stomach. A second round hit him in the chest. As the wounded Angel fell writhing on the ground he fired the remaining magazine into his friend, a scrawny Angel of about fifty with a graying beard that looked like at tweaker. Ray hit him in the right eye. The rest went wild. Paul got the tomahawk out of the trunk. It had been given to him as a gift made for him by an Onondaga chief back in Liberty City.

It had a spiked head and it was a stone tomahawk. Ray fired the last rounds of the magazine into one of the Angels, a bearded red haired man he hit him in the stomach and chest and he almost hit Gabriel but Gabriel took cover.

Paul made it from cover to cover making it over to where he was just a few feet from Gabriel as he was behind a dark green Oracle. One of the Angels, the one with the .44 was hit in the back with five rounds. He fell over dropping his weapon and Paul saw that there was still another Warrior on the block this one looking to be in his late teens. The kid was Metis and he had a mustache and the starting of an Eskimo styled beard and he had long black hair. He fired trying to hit Gabriel next but Gabril was faster and more accurate striking him three times with his Beretta in the stomach. As the gang member collapsed in the street, Gabriel took the .44 from his dead friend and fired it into the chest of the the already wounded gang member opening a giant hole in his heart.

Paul came from cover throwing the tomahawk. Come on...don't let me miss! He thought as he let it fly. He had been shown the right way to to do it but he hadn't practiced throwing it in a while. Luckily, his aim was true. It hit him straigh in the face its ax blade chopping sideways into his open mouth as he was cursing in French.. Gabriel's eyes look up at Paul as he crumpled to his knees and then involuntarily rolled back into his head then back at him and his hands were trying to grab at the handle but the shock of the blow had sapped his strength. There was no blood at first and no sound either except for the sound of his kicking feet hitting the pavement. Blood started to pur slowly out of the sides of his mouth shortly after the first chop and Paul pulled it out almost pulling the biker with him as he ripped it out and he struck him again splitting his face open and his arms flailed at nothing as blood sprayed out in twin brownish geysers, staining Paul's clothes.

This was accompanied by a horrible momentary hissing noise actually coming from the wounds in Gabriel's skull, places where bone and flesh no longer connect and this was followed by a rude farting noise caused by a section of his brain which due to pressure, forced itself out, pink and glistening through the wounds in his face. He fell to the floor in agony, his face just gray and bloody except for one of his eyes which was blinking uncontrollably. His mouth was a twisted junble of teeth and meat and jawbone, his tongue hanging out of the open gash on the side of his chek, connected only by what looked like a thick purple string. He ripped the blade out again and let the biker hit the ground. It would take him five minutes to die even as his body twitched and convulsed uncontrollably as he went into shock. It would take him another thirty to stop bleeding.

Paul went for his car and Ray went to his vehicle but before he did, he stared at the patch of the fallen Angel. "Jesus, bro...you just dropped an Angel's Treasurer...this is heavy..."

Paul snarled, "Fuck them and their chain of command. They just shot innocent people. This piece of shit is gonna have a closed casket. But I wish I could see the look on his prez's face when he sees him."

Ray was disturbed by the sight. Not only the gruesome nature of the wounds Paul inflicted on the high ranking biker but also the innocents laying dead in the street. "They just shot people whether they were Warriors or not...this is our fault..."

"Yeah they're a modern day cavalry on hogs. Lucifer just sent one of his Angels just to die. We didn't do this. They made a choice."

Four Days Later

Hash Pipe

He found himself hanging out on the rez again. "Who do you think we should make allies with besides the South Siders?" Asked Chogan. "We should probably make more than one ally in the streets and the prison system."

"What about...one of the Tongs out here?" Asked Danny. "We could probably make a lot of money with them."

"We could always get at some of the other gangs around here. What about the Tamil Posse?" Asked Little Joe. "No," Stated Chogan. "Not them. Maybe Triads. Maybe...but even with them I'm suspicious."

"And you're not with the South Siders?" Asked Danny. "Like it or not, they owe us..." Stated Chogan. "And if they got a problem with it we can do the same shit to them that we did to the Dead Beats. I don't trust the Triads. It's better to stick with underdogs."

"We could always look into some of the African gangs too. They can't all be hostile."

"You wouldn't say that if you were down in Liberty..." Paul said. "I mean...I'm cool with just about anybody but those guys down there are racist even some that we're supposed to be allied with outta North Holland. They can't even get their slurs right. I've been called a spic, a redskin and a cracker by some of the same people."

"They think think you're a Rican?" Chuckled Little Joe. "Libertonians must be dumb. You're about six or seven inches too tall for that.

"It aint my size theyre looking at they're looking at my features and my skin it's dak enough that to one of our people they know I'm no blanco but light enough they know I;m not a full blooded Mohawk or a Mexican. . Plus a lot of Libericans don't speak Spanish."

"What's a Liberican?" Asked Aila. "A Puerto Rican from Liberty City. A lot of them don't get love back in Puerto Rico though. A Liberican is to Puerto Ricans kind of what Chicanos are to Mexicans down in Oaxaca."

"But you're not Puerto Rican or Mexican," She insisted. "You're Iroquois and should be proud."

"I know that. It's just a matter of not getting caught."

"Anyway fuck the Tamil Posse. Those bastards are out. Same with any other East Indian gang."

"Why?" Asked Little Joe. "I'll tell you some other time bro..."

Raymond said, "Well maybe we can still really ally with the East African gangs. And the West African gangs."

"We're not gonna be cool with anybody involved with or allied with the Mason Ballas. Or the Post Op Boyz. Or the Mad Dogz. If it's a crew that's affiliated with some of the

africans up here are didn't go through slavery."

"What's that got to do with anything?" Asked Natalie. "A lot of us don't speak our languages either," Chogan explained, "For one thing, any dealings they have with us, if they should ever discuss it wherever they are, they can do it in Amharic, Swahili or Tigrinya. They're not limited to just English. Makes it easier in case those fuckers with the RCMP ever try and listen in."

"Yeah and they're more bad ass because of it," Stated Little Joe. "They know their language. It's kind of cool hearing dudes talking in Somali."

"Everybody went through slavery at some point, I'm sure," Paul said. "Even African nations that say they didn't like Ethiopia or Somalia it's pretty inconceivable to exist for 200,000 years and not go through some kind of hell at some point in time."

"Look at you, city Injun using big words."

"Big words? That's not a big word. Maybe if you read more you'd learn more," He shot back at Chogan.

"Whatever schoolboy. How are you gonna be a dope boy who still went to High School and you're in college!" Paul chuckled, "We can't all be dropouts like you."

It was true that Chogan had dropped out at age 16. " Fuck you, No Cock," He said this as a pun on Mohawk. "Look, are we gonna meet any of these guys or not?" Paul asked. Chogan nodded. "Yeah...we're gonna go talk to a guy from the Storm Posse. They're a mostly Jamaican crew but they're pretty well established. They're international even."

"Yeah they're Yardies, right?" Paul asked. "Cause I mean they're down in Dukes I've encountered them before I know a couple of them."

"Are they your friend or enemy?" Questioned Chogan. The Mohawk hitman shrugged. "I wouldn't really say either one, bro. They don't fall into either category. They're just...there. But I mean I did used to see one guy in Bohan for a couple of years but then that just stopped after my connect went away. I haven't seen them in a long time. So I don't even know if they're still active. I honestly go to Broker and Algonquin more than Stauton Island or Dukes. We've done business in the past but we always had Elizabeta as a go between. So now? I don't know."

"Alright, fine, then it doesn't really matter. I mean the Hillside Posse might have connections in Dukes and Jamaica but they're not in four countries like Storm Posse. All due respect to your friends in Dukes or whatever but fuck, that's like comparing the minor leagues to the major leagues."

Paul snickered. "Yeah but all of Canada's baseball teams suck."

"Wow!" Chogan said with a grin. "Remind me to kill you later for saying that shit. Fuck the Swingers, bro. You've been on the wrong side of the line for too long."

With that, they loaded up and began to drive out to Little Kingston. "Hey we got some good news," Chogan stated. "Shepard's getting outta the joint today. So after we settle up with the Jamaicans we should stop by the prison and pick him up."

"How long has he been locked down?" Asked Paul. "Seven years. He was looking at seven to life for killing some punk from Code Red."

"Hey, I remember him, now that I think about it..." Paul said. "He was a big fucker, right? Had to be what, six three, six four?" Little Joe shook his head. "Nah, bro he's bigger than that now. And swole as seventeens on the hang."

"He was a ball player in his day too, I remember..." Paul said as the memories came flooding back. "Yeah...cause remember he was showing us how to be better at basketball. He used to have a chance to play for the Rex's."

"Yup. He was as good as any of the black or Eastern European dudes. Hell a lot of dudes from the rez are but they don't know shit...we're not marketable I guess..."

"Nah..." Cracked Little Joe. "It's cause skins got feet too big to try and advertise Eris sneakers, bro. We'll be size 12's in goddamn middle school."

"Not the Native dudes from Peru and Ecuador," Paul said. "They usually don't go past a size eleven..."

"Yeah but those suckers are short, enit?" Asked Ray. "Gotta feed em more buffalo less bean, man. I say that with love. But I would marry an Ecuadoran chick. They're fuckin babes."

"What, you too good for Anishinaabe women, eh?" Ray chuckled. "I didn't say that. But at least I know if I spit game at a Ecuadoran babe there aint a chance she's my cousin."

"Stereotype much?" Asked Aila. "I'm jut being honest. I love my Ojibwa and Cree dimes. I'm just saying. Every now and then mistakes have been made. I got a lot of cousins."

Little Joe sparked up a joint and said, "Yo Ray let me hear a freestyle bro..."

"You wanna hear something? I need a beat though..."

Paul chuckled. "You're in luck. I brought something of mine from back across the border..." He had a tribal drum that was made of deer hide but it was meant to be sun tanned because when it was first played without getting some sun on it, it didn't work right but the suns rays automatically tuned it. Luckily, it was a sunny enough day. Paul began to try out different drum beats until Ray was satisfied.

I feel the latent effects of assimilation
Inner city Native raised by bright lights, sky scrapers
Born with dim prospects, little peace in living
As a child, hot headed bout the fact I wasn't wild
Like they called my ancestors, imagined what it'd be
To live nomadic off the land and free
Instead I was full of heat like a furnace cause I wasn't furnished
With language and traditional ways of my peeps
Yeah I used to feel like I wasn't truly indigenous
Now I say miigwech gichi-manidoo
For showing me my true roots, definitely Native
Take responsibility for being educated
My people and customs originating from early phases
Of history it's, deeper than frybread
And contest pow-wows, tears shed in the sweat lodge
Prayers go out to all those I've wronged
And who have wronged me gotta treat em like family

Gichi-manido wiidookawishin ji-mashkawiziyaan
(Great Spirit help me to be strong)
Mii dash bami'idiziyaan
(So that I can help myself)
Miizhishinaam zaagi'iiwewin
(Show us all love)
Ganoozh ishinaam, bizindaw ishinaam
(Talk to us, hear us)
Mii-wenji nagamoyaan
(That is why I am singing)
Nimishomis wiidookawishinaam ji-aabajitooyaang anishinaabe izhitwaawin
(Grand father help us to use the Anishinaabe customs)
Mii-ji-bi-gikendamaan keyaa anishinaabe bimaadiziwin
(So that we'll know how to live the Anishinaabe way/the good life)

Becoming aware of a heart beats fragility
So I, pray for my creator's will and humility
It seems my prayer's weak I can't speak, not a linguist
Does he hear my English when I vent I fear the answer
To the question, this is symbolic of anguish
I feel regarding language and the obligation of revitalizing
Something sacred, failure to carry through is disgracing
A Nation, my first tongue's in need of a face lift but
Deciphering conjugation's like trying to find
My way through a maze in the matrix, complex
Hard to start without an end aside from being fluent
I gotta push the limit if I'm gonna keep pursuing
So I, use it in a way that relates to my life and vocab
Bring some entertainment to it, spit it on a track
And I take it out the class, can't let what I lack
Become a self-defeating habit that'll make me want to quit

(So that we'll know how to live the Anishinaabe way/the good life)

It's farfetched but Grandfather please help me learn it
Help me assist in keeping it from burning
Don't let me quit and flee from working for a worthy purpose
Enlighten me and help me comprehend effects of my service
I need a spark in my desire from something higher
Prior to negative reminders killing my stride
Sometimes I'm the type that likes getting results
Overnight, without sweating or stressing overnight
So I pray
Creator give me strength, so I can move on
Creator show us love, so it can spread around
Communicate with us, from above, hear me now
My prayers in a song I speak em out loud
Grandfather help us to revitalize the language
And ways so we walk the Red Road
That you paved,communicate with us from above

Hear me now, my prayers in a song I speak em out loud

As he fiinished, they each slapped his hand giving whoops. "Damn cousin! You can't be held back by losing your house!" Chogan said with admiration. He agreed, "Those Dead Beats can't stop me, homie. No way."

They finally pulled up to the spot. They were in East Teranto. Finally four blacks emerged from a black and red Huntley Sport. One had a shaved head and sunglasses and wore a black sports jacket, black slacks and designer sunglasses. Next to him was a light skinned black due with cornrows who wore a white T shirt and blue baggy jeans. "Wah gwaan? Me name is Jevaun. Dis be Duppy."

The other two were as dark skinned as Jevaun. The first wore a green red and yellow dashiki and black jeans and dread locks. The other had shorter dread locks and wore a puffy black coat over a white t shirt and blue jeas and he had an African medalian necklace. "What about them?" Asked Chogan. The two were armed with Automatics. Both had Uzi's. "Dem ya don't worry about," Jevaun insisted. "Dey be me backup, seen? So ya here to do business?"

"Yeah. We heard you got some of the finest ganja in the city. That's what we called about."

Aila handed over the money briefcase and the Jamaican gangsters opened up a briefcase full of marijuana bricks. "Me happy to sell ya da grass but me have a proposition for ya."

"What's the proposition?" Asked Chogan. "We got an operation at da Teranto Metropolitan Hotel. We gwan do business here but if you looking to make a little extra on the side ya drop in ask for Blacka. He's me main man running things on da legit side seen?"

"Yeah we'll think about it...you got our ten loaves?"

The Jamaican gave him the weed and Aila handed over the cash. $230,000. Their cut they had stolen from the safe. It seemed that the Angel run warehouse had more than enough money in that safe. Those people had been embezzling so there was enough to give the non Angel and IC workers a decent severance pay and still have there be enough to go around. It seemed that the cholo had saved them a cut of it. 250. They still held onto 20 thousand for other gang related purposes.

"So tell me something mon. How do poor rez boys manage to get dat kinda money to buy me ganja?"

Chogan shot back, "How does a guy with a criminal record in four countries end up making legit profits from a Hotel?" They did the exchange and the Jamaican leader calmly said, "Ya come by and you see. Der's uddah markets besides just ganja and coke, seen? For now, we go our separate ways."

With that, both parties did. As they went back to their respective vehicles, Ray said, "You know we're lucky that the RCMP aint all over us for even dealing with him..." Stated Natalie.

"What makes you say that?" Asked Dawn. "Well, for starters, like Chogan said he's got a record in four countries. Jamaica, UK Canada and the States. Spent the first twelve years of his life in the slums in Kingston. Did his first 187 back at age 12. Had to split. He already had a record for shoplifting Went to the UK. Spent another 12 there. Did some time there. Then he went to Liberty. Another 12. Now he's up here. Word on the streets is he's already been behind at least a dozen kills out here."

Ray shrugged. "Why does that matter? The way things have been with us in this country RCMP has just as much reason to crack down on us as they do on them. They're international that's true but we've killed."

"Whatever," Chogan stated. "For now, just thank Kisemanito we didn't end up in a shootout this time. We can actually get some time to make some money and not just bang for once. Gangsters always wonder why they're broke. Too busy warring and never earning enough of the time."

2013

He stopped off in Chamberlain Hills. He bought a bottle of E Cola at the store. As usual Tanya was out front trying to score. "Yo Redwood...lemme get a dub..." He growled, "You got money this time?"

"Yeah...but on the real this is J.B.'s money and he don't know I went through his wallet..." He took the crumpled twenty in disgust. Normally he would't be slinging today but he had permission to sling in Chamberlain and Strawberry as he kicked up taxes here and there to Lamar. Paul beckoned to one of the Forum gangsters to serve her. "Man, you sure?" He nodded.

She came back after she got her rocks. "Thanks boo I won't forget this...later on if you want I'll suck your lollipop real proper...word is around the hood you like chocolate..."

"One, I aint your fuckin boo. Two, chocolate is sweet. You're more like coffee. Bitter and nasty. Three, I aint a charity know how sometimes when women go through their man's wallet and buy drugs and then the husband beats them?"

"JB aint like that...besides, he don't believe in hitting girls and I know you don't either..." He replied, "That maybe true but I also don't give a fuck when junkies get beat up whether they're male or female..." She growled, "Fuck you ole bitch ass nigga you probably suck dick anyway and couldn't handle this!" She shrieked. "Aint you ever heard the customer's always right?"

"You're not a customer. You're a free loader who gives even junkies a bad name..." Tanya got in his face, "Call me a free loader again I'll sock the shit outta you! And if five oh roll up I'll just tell them you tried to grab me..." Just then there was a gun cocking and a pistol at the back of her head. Paul looked to see G Note with her pistol pointed at the back of her head. "Tanya if you don't get your stank ass outta here..."

"Aight Danielle...I'm outta here...just chill..."

"Don't be calling me Danielle!" Growled G Note. "You don't know me like that!"

She took off and then G Note tucked her small pistol back up into her bra. "Thanks..." He said with a chuckle. "Boy, don't even play that chivalry shit round here. On behalf of all women everywhere you got my permission to smack that ho next time she gets up in your grill like that. Her and her husband are some bums but I swear to God they're made for each other."

"Yeah..crackheads stay with crackheads..." He said and she smiled. He sat down on a curb just outside the BJ Smith Recreational Center. "Hey I been meaning to ask..since you had thanked me before about...before are you okay?"

She sighed. "Look,I'ma be real with you it pisses me off every time I think about it. On one hand...I wish I could have killed him and I get pissed at you that you got to do it...but then...I wouldn't have made it outta there without you and Lamar. He's getting outta county today too. Fool just had some outstanding parking tickets. Or DWI or some shit...but then...when I hear about how he went out, I know you did that for me as much as for yourself...and I appreciate it...plus even if niggas in the hood know he's grimy like that...and they don't know that it was really you that did that and not Carson...I know...you know? But if I had taken him out without permission my ass would have been in trouble. But now, I'm afraid same thing's gonna happen to you. At least with me, people would understand a little and I am a homegirl but you, like it or not, as much as me and King and Peaches and LD accept you, other niggas see you as an outsider. Not even cause you're from another town just you aint put on the set..."

"I understand but I covered my tracks...look I am here if you ever need to talk..."

She sighed. "You know, after that happened...I knew I needed to get tested. Now...shit...I just only went and did that. I aint been sick in all this time but you never know...now I'm afraid to go to the doctor and see if that motherfucker gave me anything.../"

"If you want...I'll go with you..." He said. "Even if that sounds weird. I got your back."

"It's not weird. It's not weird at all..." With that, she kissed him on the lips and he was surprised. He kissed her back. His lips melted into hers and he made sure to not use too much tongue. His lips pressed into hers though and hers into his as though they were lovers that had just seen each other for the first time in years. She broke the kiss. "I shouldn't have done that..." She said with a breath. "I'm just...shit was fucked up before but I still get lonely...and...boys in the hood just want to fuck...they don't really talk much...not about real shit..."

"I understand..." He chuckled and said, "Friend zoned..." She got a frown on her face. "That's not that...i just...aside from you and Lamar not many people look past the surface...yeah I'm from Chamberlain but I'm still a woman.. I still got a heart too. LD means well he's just not too bright. He's tried to push up on me a few times but that fool don't mean no harm like other dudes around here...you know? It aint that though you're more than a friend to me...I don't know how to put it..."

It was true that he could see past the surface. A lot of people stereotyped black women as the meaner of the two genders within their own community. Somehow they were seen as meaner than black men. And this was often used to justify why black dudes dated outside their race. Paul, forever being a man who would play Devils Advocate often wondered if maybe black women were not the problem but the victim. Maybe the attitude they put up was a facade a defensive mechanism against sexism and racism and perhaps they could be a sweet and caring as other women if you got past their defensive shield.

He found it odd that some ebony men did not know how to get past this defensive shield and talk to their women in a way that didn't piss them off, didn't make them want to yell. If Paul could do it, a young kid from a small reserve could, why couldn't anyone else? Even if this did not apply to every woman he saw that there was more to G Note AKA Danielle Benjamin than met the eye.

He said, "Hey i was just kidding anyway."

She said, "I know...just...whatever this is..whatever happens...will you be patient with me?"

"Yeah...I didn't even expect to be kissed so it's not a big deal. All though it was nice...I'd be lying if I said otherwise."

"You are a good kisser..." She admitted. With that, she said, "Hey you wanna follow me?"

She lead him up to where the roof was on the projects. They sat together. "I've come up here before..." He said with a grin. She looked at him with a softer smile. As they felt the warm sun on their faces, he split his E Cola with her. "I would have gotten you one if I'd known we were gonna come up here."

She said, "You don't have to get me anything...you sure you don't mind sharing?"

He chuckled. "It's a cultural thing...we share..." She said, "Me too. Fools share blunts and bottles around here..."

"Exactly..same back where I come from except beer's fuckin nasty. This shit's sweet..."

She gave him a teasing smile as she took a sip. "It'll kill you too you know..." She said in a sing song voice. "Beats a bullet..." He said with a chuckle. He said, "Besides a lot of the ingredients come from the land so even if the sugar aint natural a lot of the ingredients are."

She giggled a bit. "You're funny..." He grunted pretending to be a cave man. "Me need sugar, cave wench. Give back bottle...ughhh...!" She cracked up at him saying, "You're weird!"

He said, "I know. I couldn't change if if I tried."

"You don't have to either..." With that, they shared the soda the warn rays of the sun on their face even as it was getting close to the twighlight. She rested her head against his shoulder as they watched the sunset. the sky, a mix of red and pink with bits of purple in there. They also held hands.

Ivan

Babayka's Wrath

He came to Markovich's mansion and saw that Andrei and Mark were once again playing a game of chess. Grisha was not back yet. He saw a Russian woman inside at the bar. He was pretty sure her hair had been red before. She was curvy and she had blue eyes and wore a pair of blue jean shorts that were cut off from pants and a white tank top. She also smoked a cigarette. "You are Baba Yaga...Grisha is not here yet. He is running errand."

He looked at her and said, "Do you know when he will be back?" She shook her head. "No. He gets here when he gets here."

He shrugged. He walked up to the bartender, Egor. "I'll take a Jerkov on the rocks."

The redheaded Russian male made the drink. He looked back at the chess game between Mark and Andrei. Mark moved his bishop taking Andrei's queen. "Check. You got maybe one or two moves left, bro. I got you. You want to forfeit? Save yourself embarrassment?"

"Andrey, ty na samom dele ne sobirayesh'sya pozvolit' Chernov'yam bit' tebya v shakhmaty?"

(Andrei, you're not really about to let a Chernozhopyi beat you in chess are you?)

"Don't you have son in Carson to look for? Why do you come here just to play chess?" Asked Andrei, ignoring the remark. Mark chuckled. "In my day, I could have taken on Bobby bars, homie, aint nothing to do except workout, read, find religion, or fuck with this game right here. It's a great teacher of strategy and patience. Besides...when I get my lil son back from Carson, I'll teach him to hand you your ass at this game too."

The KGB looked at the white pieces contemplating his moves. "Come on, man. I know you aint dumb like some around here treat you. You were KGB too right? That takes intelligence. An intelligent man knows when he's beaten. You gotta know that. I'm telling you. You can't even really be a master at chess until you've done time in the pen."

Andrei went to knock his own king over and Mark smiled. With that, the beefy handed Russian knocked over all the pieces. "Really? How did I know. How the fuck did I know you were gonna pull some shit like that? Why do you gotta always do that every time you lose?"

"I did not lose...and technically did not forfeit. My hand is latge and I slipped. Is common mistake. It happens."

Mark took a breath. "Nah you know what? You're just jealous. You're jealous cause in truth you know I aint really been beaten on the outside by anybody. Only another con has the time to think like that. So you gotta cheat cause you know you'll lose. You don't want to be another notch in my belt! So you cheat every time matter of fact every game we play ends up like this."

"I am also undefeated," Andrei said with a smile. Mark was annoyed by the implication of this. "You're childish, man...seriously..."

"Yesli vam nuzhno chto-to delat', poka eti dva idiota srazhayutsya za shakhmatnyy kusok, vy mozhete vzyat' menya za porucheniye," Stated Natasha. (If you need something to do while these two idiots fight over a chess piece you can take me for an errand.)

She raised her eyebrows at him. "Vy sobirayetes' oslushat'sya sestry Grishi? Kak vy dumayete, eto mudro?" (Are you going to disobey Grisha's sister? Do you think this is wise?)

He rolled his eyes. "Fine...where to..."

"Just the supermarket. You, meet me out front in five minutes."

Andrei walked up and he also saw Evgeny. "Ahhh Baba Yaga. How's things, friend?" Ivan greeted. "Okay, I suppose."

"So you're on the way out? Careful of that one. She is trouble in more ways than you realize."

"So it seems."

"As for the man who almost killed you, I believe Grisha may be close to finding out where he is hiding out. As well as some high ranking Petrovic lieutenants."

He headed outside to see the Russian woman hosing herself off. She began to spray off her shirt to reveal her nipples that wereve see through and poking out underneath. She let the water rain down on her face soaking it and she closed her yes as she sprayed off her lips as f taking a drink from it. She lifted her shirt up revealing her pale but toned stomach. She saw him looking. "Vam nravitsya to chto vy vidite?"

(You like what you see?)

"You're the underboss's sister and the boss's daughter. I'd be suicidal."

"One is an idiot and the other is an old man. You are not gay, no?"

"No, far from that."

"Good. Then drive me to near Observatory. I am bored."

He got in the car and they began to drive. "You don't even want to dry off?" He asked. "No. LS is too hot for a lot of people. It gets hot in Liberty City but a lot of people find dry heat too much. I do not mind as much so long as water is near. Have you seen pool we have in back?"

"Yes. It's quite...luxirious. A lot of people would be envious. Back where I live, people wouldn't even be able to have dreamed of such a thing."

"I know your story Baba Yaga. You only lived in Soviet Union during its last two years. It may have been rough two years but is not like you had to live during Stalin's purge. I grew up there and is not so bad. But America is better. There is something about this place that draws in immigrants from all over the world. I don't know of any other place like that."

"It happens in Britain, Australia and Canada too. Just not as much. Anyway, I remember the bread lines. It was an adjustment. I had some money when I went back over there. We had money but I did not want to be better than anybody else. So I dealt with it. Same as anybody else."

She chuckled. "Grisha is right. You are a die hard Communist. You cannot tell me you enjoy Russia more than America? How is that even possible? Better music better food more attractive men. I know you have thing for the darker skinned girls too. Not so many of them back home. Except maybe foreign exchange student from Africa. All though I'm not sure if their women like Russian cock the way US woman will. This country, they like exotic foreigners with accents. Even me. I am not exotic like Africa or Asia but they like a woman who talks different."

"Hey, just because I like a variety, doesn't make my cock any less atriotic to mother Russia."

She raised her eyebrows at him. "We will see. You pull over..."

He did as she asked and she climbed into his lap on the drivers seat and kissed him. On one hand, her lips tasted like cranberries but her mouth also tasted like ash from the cigarettes. He wasn't sure how Sugar would take this if she found out but then they were never an official item. Still, he felt bad but on the other hand, it was part of his KGB training. He was taught to see sex as a means to an end rather than a thing two lovers do. Of course, this did not mean he didn't enjy it but he had never associated sex with love. He was not sure if he had ever truly loved anybody that wasn't family.

This was a fact he had just learned about himself. Still. he engaged in the act. He lifted her shirt up revealing those luscious white breasts of hers, her pink nippled already wet and erect with arousal. She unzipped his pants to see his erection growing. Her blue eyes lit up looking at his size. "You are very large but why is there no bun on the hot dog?"

"It's not like back home. I was still born in America."

She shrugged. "Is not the first I've seen like this. Just the first non American..." With that she took him in her mouth and began to go down bobbing her head on his manhood. He gritted his teeth as he felt the pleasure radiate on his helmet as she ran her soft warm lips alongside it. He sucked in a breath of air as the voluptuous Russian woman took his manhood into her mouth and slid it down his pole. At full erection, Ivan was about 8 inches. That made him longer than the other men in his house by an inch.

Paul was 7 Neto was 7 but with more girth and was obviously much darker.

Still, as she licked up and down on his shaft he shuddered. Ivan usually was in control during sex. Even when he was in the submissive position, and even when his body reacted in the normal way humans reacted during sex, he still always had a sense of mind over body. Except she was really supurb at giving oral so it was a bit harder to have as much composure. He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her head down on a bit. She didn't seem to mind and she took him in deeper, the Russian brunette beginning to deep throat him. He cursed, "Tak vy uznayete vsekh druzey Grishi?"

(Is this how you get to know all of Grisha's friends?)

She used teeth and he hissed about ready to punch her but she removed his cock from her mouth and said, "Is not wise to wise off to woman who has your family jewels in her mouth...now sit back be good boy and shut up..."

He laid back. She licked where she had bit him snd he shivered as the dominant Russian woman went back to sucking him off. She had a smile in her lips as she did so. She cupped his balls as she licked him down. She used the lubrication of her saliva to also jerk him off since he did not have his foreskin. She pulled away at his pants and gulled his underwear down more and hummed against his manhood.

She looked him in the eyes wickedly as she sucked him off her blue eyes penetrating his own gaze and he almost couldn't bear to look at her as he felt that in addition to the noise she was making against his dick as well as the sensation of her very professional lips on him, her eyes made it seem that he would explode if he did not look away. He looked up at the blue sky. She licked down his shaft and began to deep throat him again. He groaned as she had him at her mercy. He groaned and he pulled on her hair as she sucked him off. He thought to himself, She wouldn't have been a bad KGB agent if she had been old enough to be alive back then.

He thought he might not last much longer except the sensation way as she removed his cock from her mouth and she had unzipped her shorts and slid her panties down. She lowered herself onto his manhood. Her slick lips welcomed his manhood. She shivered at the sensation of him inside her and she began to ride him. She began to increase the speed and he began to caress her thighs with her right breast in his mouth.

He grabbed her ass with his other hand and she moaned as his tongue flicked against her erect nipple. He squeezed his own shaft as he pushed himself deeper inside her to meet her thrusting ran his hand up from her thighs across her belly, up to her other breast. She closed her eyes at the feeling of his hand moving up her body combined with his large cock thrusting inside her. She kissed him on the mouth. He found this weird. Granted, he was used to casual sex by now but there was something different about Natasha.

He groaned and thrust up faster and deeper inside her and felt her g spot as he rammed against it. She let out a higher moan as he began to drive up into the nubile Russian woman. "Prodolzhat'. Tebe luchshe ne konchat' slishkom bystro!"

(Keep going. You better not cum too fast!)

He continued closing his eyes trying not to let the sound of her voice speaking in their language, her accent and her moans as he thrust into the large breasted woman. All though she had taken her panties off, her jeans shorts were only partially down around her thighs as he drove into her gap again and again. There was something sexier about that than if she had just been fully naked. He swatted her naked large ass hard as he thrust into her with a circular motion.

Even as she moaned, she taunted him. "Voz'mi menya! Ty uveren, chto mozhesh' spravit'sya so mnoy bez serdechnogo pristupa, starik ?!"

(Take me! You sure you can handle me without having a heart attack, old man?!)

He pounded her harder and she let out a higher moan and with a snarl he pulled her off him and pushed her head down aggressively. "Maybe this will get you to stop talking..." She did not resist and took him back in her mouth. Bubbly sperm as well as her own saliva foamed around his dick and her lips. She took him down her throat a little too quickly. She lapped up his seed but gagged a bit from taking too much down her throat. As she lapped it all up he was still not flaccid. He hadn't even realized he had cum. He looked at her with a piercing stare, "If I let you up,. are you going to talk?"

She smiled looking down at his manhood. "Somebody took their pills today..." Ivan's cell phone rang. "You're going to regret that..." He told her. It was Grisha. "Yes?"

"Andrey skazal, chto ty zdes'. Tak gde, chert voz'mi, ty poshel s moyey sestroy?" Demanded the Russian Underboss.

(Andrei said you were just here. So where the fuck did you go with my sister?)

"Yey nuzhna byla poyezdka v Morningvud, chtoby sdelat' pokupki. I will head back now."

(She needed a ride to Morningwood to do some shopping.)

"Baba Yaga, I hope you are not one of those men that lets a woman tell you what to do."

With that, he hung up. "I guess it's time for me to go."

She sighed lighting a cigarette as she put her shirt back down and her shorts up. "You can drop me off where you said you did. Is probably not good if I'm not at least spotted where my brother thinks I am. He does have men around the city at different times watching the streets."

With that he began to drive her there. He pulled up to the spot about fifteen minutes later and she took her purse and he handed her back her underwear, a white lacy thong. "You keep," She said. "Maybe we do this again, yes? If Grisha doesn't find out about this. If we don't get a chance to do it again..." She took a drag on her cigarette. "Po krayney mere, u nas vsegda yest' observatoriya Galileya. I vy mozhete zastavit' ikh vspomnit' menya."

(At least we'll always have Galileo's Observatory. And you can have those to remember me by.)

With that, he drove back to the Markovich residence. He did not knock this time. He saw Grisha readying various weapons for the oncoming assault. For himself, he had an AEK-971. Andrei had a Heckler-Koch CAWS shotgun, Evgeny had two PP-2000's and Vasily had an AA-12. Ivan took his usual AK-74.

Ivan also noticed a few men he did not recognize loading weapons. "Who are they?"

"Ah forgive me..." Grisha said with a smug grin that was not matching his humble words. "These are some associates of ours. Allies..."

There were three of them. Each one of them Arnenian. The first looked somewhat like a wigger, obviously a tanned Caucasian but he dressed like he grew up in Chamberlain Hills wearing a gray baseball cap on backwards, sunglasses, baggy blue jeans, and a white t shirt with the face of the rapper Kendrick Lamar on it. The second looked more like a discount cholo with a shaved head, browner skin and he wore sunglasses plus a gray Pounders jersey and he had a red bandanna around his neck and a blue one hanging from his pocket. The last was dressed more professionally in a black onyx colored suit from Ponsorby's. He had light brown skin jet black gelled hair and a beard. "This is Mardak Zakarian and his brothers Israel and Daniel. Their father is Tavit Zakarian."

Israel chuckled looked at Ivan. "And that's the Boogeyman...somehow I thought you'd be more swole...EI guess you look hard enough in the face but still."

"So you've heard of me..."

Mardak stated, "Yes. Your reputation proceeds you Mr. Azarov. Be honest...have you heard of us...?"

"No, since we're being honest. But I have heard of your father."

"If he had heard of us that would mean we weren't doing a good job being low key, homes..." Stated Daniel. "But you've heard of our father?"

"Yes...he was accused of shooting five Turkish nationals in the 90's. Three dead, one in a coma one crippled...anyway I must ask what are you three doing here? What does the Armenian Mob have to do with Kenny Petrovic?"

"We don't like him either..." Insisted Mardak. "They see us as just hired guns to use. Just like the Albanians are for the Commission back east. We refuse to be straw dogs. At least the Markovich Family treats us with the proper respect."

Though this was just a gang alliance at best, the historical symbolism was not lost on Ivan. , Russia was viewed as a protector of the Christian subjects in the Ottoman Empire, including the Armenians.

Mardak carried a K3 Assault Rifle while Israel had a K6-92 SMG. Daniel carried dual K2 Handguns.

They each got into their respective vehicles and began to head for the north end of Vinewood Hills that was starting to get closer to Pacific Bluffs. "Are you ready for this, my friend?" Asked Vasily. "I am surprised you didn't call Sugar. I just figured maybe you would want her along for this. She cares about you as well."

"I know but this man is dangerous and I don't want her getting hurt..."

"Yes, but you helped avenge Leela with her, right? And whether she admits this or not she will still have trauma from seeing you shot. If you don't bring her along she's probably going to want to know why..."

"My life is strange, Vasily. Grisha doesn't approve of me having anything to do with Sugar and you do approve but you think I should involve her in this...well...I guess opinions are meant to differ some ways. Still, there's not much point. The difference betwee me a getting shot and Leela is that Leela died."

Vasily looked on his friends face. "You look like you have something on your mind."

"Okay...this stays between us..." Confided the Russian hitman. "I slept with Natasha...well kind of. Grisha called uring it so we didn't get to finish exactly..."

"You are bullshitting me my friend I really hope you are. You better be..."

Ivan showed him her underwear. "I'm afraid not..."

"Blyad'! This is not smart, Ivan. Grisha is already a sociopath. You don't think he'd take issue with you sleeping with his sister? I had heard she was easy but I had no idea..."

"Well why should it matter? He doesn't like me seeing Sugar. Why not his sister?" He asked with a chuckle. "At least she's from the Motherland."

"This is not funny, Ivan. Grisha is a coke head and a hypocrite. He is a lot of things but he is still protective of his sister and you are at least what, ten to twelve years older? Are you opposed to women closer to your own age?"

"Well that is what we call a paradox..." Ivan said with a grin. "Sugar and Natasha are close to the same age. Both arguably too young for me. But you oppose me and Natasha the way Grisha would me and Sugar..."

"For a different reason, comrade and besides, at least with Sugar you have an emotional connection. How do you think she would feel about this?"

"Are you forgetting we're both KGB agents? Even if we're not anymore we still are. You want the Soviet Union to be restored and I at least want American Imperialism and Globalism to end. We have used sex as a weapon many times. I can't afford to start having feelings for either one now..."

"But you fucking do!" Vasily insisted referring to Sugar. "Whether you want to or not...and if you don't care about her you need to let her know. Yes, it is true that we have used sex as a weapon. But Sugar is not an asset. You do not have to run the old tricks on her. This will not lead you to your father."

"I do care about her..." Ivan said. "But I should not have gotten emotionally involved. Her...it's different. She knows what I used to be...what I am but with her if she has feelings for me it's not the same. She's not on a mission. She's trying to survive in the ghetto, sure but she is not an internationally wanted woman. I'd probably be saving her life if I broke it off with her. Even if I did break her heart."

"Ivan, I was married for twenty five years to a lovely woman. Do you know how we made it work? I never lied to her. I've even broken some rules by telling her things. Luckily she never said anything and if she ever did, by the time she would have the Soviet Union collapsed. That reminds me after this, you me and that Ethiopian friend of ours have some business we will need to take care of."

"Far enough."

"Listen, I like Sugar for you. Yes, she is probably too young but many women in their twenties like to date older men. With Natasha she is just a slut. Whether or not you actually care about Sugar, she cares about you and it wouldn't be fair to play with her like that."

"Vasily, we play with people's hearts and minds all the time. Why get moralist now?"

They arrived. "We'll talk about this later..." Ivan stated. "You're right we will..." Vasily said. "You're not getting off the hook that easy old friend."

That's all for this chapter I hope you enjoyed even though it was short I plan to update again pretty soon since this chapter ended up being shorter than I would have liked it to be. Anyway, at the very least even if there was only violence in one part of the story, I swear i will incorporate Mai and the Da Nang Boyz next chapter and we will get to know the oc's beter. All though I haven't fleshed out the DNB's as well as I would like to I feel like you at least have somewhat of an idea of what Baby Face is about. He is a racist towards Mexicans and he may continue to be or maybe he will change I haven't decided yet but also he still has a sense of justice in that he was willing to beat up Clyde too on behalf of Jill and said he would kill him if he tried to again plus he is more or less her current rebound.

As for Paul killing Gabriel with that tomahawk the brutality in which he did it in th way I described it is a reference to American Psycho the book when Patrick Bateman kills Paul Alan (Paul Own in the book) and as you can see it was bloodier and more brutal in the book than the movies the violence in the movies was mild compared to the vivid descriptions of it in the book. Anyway a description of violence that brutal was too good to waste. Granted it may not have been as big of a shootout as usual but quality over quantity. Besides, since Canadian Hells Angels are more violent than American counterparts and even though they didn't use bombs in the traditional sense but will in future chapters I still showed them as violent in this chapter as they are willing to gun down not only gang members but civilians because honestly the Hells Angels in Canada what I notice about them is they don't seem to care much about killing innocents.

They're a lot like street gangs in that regard. Maybe worse since I don't think half the time these gangsters in the ghetto actually mean to hit a little kid of an old lady. Even if you have good aim you can't always account for every bullet.

As far as the mission with the Angels burning down Ray's home that's a reference to Mafia 2 when Vito's house is burned down. And the rap that Ray did is an actual song called Songs In a Prayer by Tall Paul who Ray is based on and he did rap partially in Ojibwa in that song.

Louie Rankin is the visual basis for Jevaun he played Ox in the movie Belly and you might say he is the Concrete Jungle version of Ox. Ox was a bad ass character but I didn't like how he went out in that movie. I mean I did and I didn't. The guy with him the lighter skinned one was based on Sean Paul. Also Storm Posse is based on Shower Posse.

As for the scheme that Jevaun is planning to get the Warriors in on what do you think it will involve?

As for Natasha she is visually based on Isidora Goreshter, whp played Svetlana on Shameless. They had a partial lemon not bad for a start and what she was wearing is a reference to the episode when she was lifting up her shirt and hosing herself off in front of trouble do you think this will cause?

What do you think of Vasily's points he made? And we also have introduced three OC' from Ballad of a cholo into this story, Mardak Daniel and Israel. Their father will also be in it but there will also be other members that are more mob like. There's not too many Armenian actresses or modekls or even pornstars so in the case of female gang members I'll probaly have to use Russian females as standins for Armenian gangsters.

Anyway, next chapter Neto and Demon go after Leondre for what was done to Demon's son.