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.

50. Moral Dilemma

Neto

2014

Months Earlier

As they were flying back to Los Santos he got a phone call from a number he didn't recognize. "Hello? Who is this?"

"Your worst fucking nightmare, bitch. That was real shady shit with trying to make me overdose."

"The fuck? Mark? I killed you..."

"Yeah you did but an angel brought me back. You the angel of death she's the angel of life motherfucker. You aint taking me out that easily and it aint over. Life goes on and on. But death? Shit, I can't conquer it but I can kill you. Cause you aint gonna be the one reaping my soul. Pretty janky shit using biological warfare. Given history, I would think you would be against that."

"Consider it revenge for you bringing us malaria and smallpox, Frenchy. You brought those to the New World we gave you one strain of syphilis."

"They cured syphilis. Try again."

"Yeah they cured smallpox and you can learn to live with malaria. Can you survive full blown Aids and ebola?"

"Fuck you, Santa. One way or another, I'm gonna find you. And these Azteca bitches out here are gonna be buried without you here to protect them."

He hung up.

That night, Neto had a nightmare. He was walking to the apartment back home. He walked in to see Mai hanging from a rope naked for whatever reason her eyes rolled back and dead. Ivan sat in a chair with his throat slit staring lifelessly at the TV. He turned on a channel to see Paul on the recreation yard when suddenly a drone let off missiles and destroyed all of the inmates. As he looked and saw another channel he looked and saw Mark had decaptated Nata and Gata holding one hhomegirl's head in each hand. He looked in the corner and saw Nenetl laying there on the floor dirt caked on her burial clothes and skin rotten off. She looked at him and said, "This is your fault, Ikal."

"Why did you join a gang, mijo?" He looked and saw his mother. She was more rotten. "Buillshit...my mom didn't speak English..." He said backing away. "Don't talk to your mother like that," He looked to see his father. Only a few patches of skin remained on his mostly bleached skull. His father who had a full head of hair in life, only had a few pieces still attached. "You think we died so you could be a pandillero?"

He sat up. "Ahhh! Fuck..." He groaned as he realized it had only been a nightmare. "Jesus..." He said. Why am i dreaming of that fool? He aint scary.

Ivan

2013

They pulled up to the house and got out. Ivan, Vasily, Grisha, Evgeny, Andrei and even old man Markovich himself was there with an MP5. There was also the three Armenian songs which put them at eight numbers wise but also there were four more Bravta soldiers and three more Armenians plus Mark was there. The first Bravta soldier was a white male with a crew cut wearing a gray muscle shirt under a black track jacket with white stripes on the side. He stood six four and had an MP7 and black matching track pants. The second gang member wore a black leather jacket and had his long blonde hair in a ponytail and his goatee was in a soal patch. He stood at five nine and carried a Spas 12. The third Markovic gang member wore a coal colored suit and suede bucks and had a military flat top and had a .Galil ACE

The fourth was overweight and had a shaved head and a mustache and wore a gray suit. He carried aMolot Vepr MA-9. Of the three Armenians there were two men and one woman. The first was dressed like a discount cholo kind of like Daniel wearing a white wife beater with a shaved head and he wore a light blue button up jacket over that. He carried an Uzi. There was an older gang member of about fifty or older with gray hair who was slightly overweight. His jacket was dark brown over a black shirt. He carried a Mosin-Nagant M1891. The next gang member was Mona Sokalov. She was a woman of about 5'4 with dark brown hair and blue eyes. She was half Russian and half Armenian but was raised to be more Armenian. She wore a black leather bustier, black pants and five inch heels. She carried an MP5.

Ivan spotted armed guards keeping watch on the perimeter of the house. Luckily, all though he had not brought a Sniper Rifle with him, he had a scope on the Assault Rifle. He aimed at a guard overlooking the courtyard. He let off ten rounds striking the man in the stomach and he fell from the rooftop hitting his head on the statue of Nicholas the II. Since the rounds were silenced the other guards had not seen him get shot. They only saw him fall. "Uil'yam, ty, idiot! Vot pochemu vy ne p'yete vo vremya karaula."

(William, you moron! This is why you don't drink while on guard duty.)

Ivan fired again striking another Bravta member in the chest and hit him in the heart. He aimed for the gang member who had thought the other guy was drinking. He fired striking the man in the right cheek and it exited out of his left ear. He then fired another burst of rounds at a fifth guard. Mardak moved in and he let off ten rounds from the K3 and he struck a Petrovic gang member. Grisha let off the 971. "Fucking Petrovic cocksuckers! Davayte seychas ubivayem Petrova, muzhchiny! Izbavit'sya ot etogo Zhida!

(Let's kill Petrovic today, men! Get rid of this Zhid)

Ivan felt compelled to scold him for his remark but there wasn't time. He had heard that this rumor about Kenny was not even true. Ivan fired the rest of the magazine as several Petrovic members came out the door. He dropped five of them and then reloaded behind the hedges.

They returned fire striking one of the Armenians in the chest. The Russian mobsters were well armed to defend their house. The Armenian gangster dressed similar to Daniel was the one hit. He fired his Uzi from the ground striking two Russians and knocking them down before he took five rounds in the right jaw. The Bravta member with the MP7 let off a twenty three round storm striking one of the Russian rivals in both legs and as he fell more hit him in the abdomen. They made their way to the door of the house and the Markovich soldier went through the front door but he cried out in pain as he was hit in his upper thighs as a Petrovic soldier fired an M3. The blast ripped open both thighs down the middle and he fell over just as another shot was fired into his gut. The Russian who had done this was firing from the living room. "Petrovic! We're coming for you, asshole! Same for your dog you sent after me!" Ivan screamed."Evsei! I'm coming for you!"

The older Russian sneered. "What's the matter Boogeymman? Did your Shvatsa break up with you? Wouldn't you normally have a woman fight your battles for you?"

He fired a Dragonuv SVD from the balcony and Ivan took cover but he fired and struck down another Armenian. The Armenian was wounded as the round went through his chest and exited his back. He crawled on the ground wounded and coughing up blood. He let off wild rounds from the M1891 and struck one of the Petrovic gangsters in the chest and stomach but he was not long for the world as another round from Evsei hit him in the upper chest and severed his spine. Mona, in anger, fired her MP5 from cover.

She hit the Jewish Russian in the right wrist with a single round and several more destroyed his Rifle. One round hit the cocking handle another hit the firing pin two hit the receiver. "Chertovskaya gryaznaya shlyukha!" Screamed Evsei as he went back inside.

(Fucking dirty whore!)

"Nice shooting," Ivan said to Mona. She smiled slightly just for a split second but then went back to her icy glare as she fired at a window where two Petrovic soldiers were spraying at them. She hit one of them with nine rounds from the H&K, hitting a Petrovic mobster in a red tracksuit in his left arm. He screamed in pain falling to the floor. Daniel, meanwhile, fired on the other gang member letting off five rounds from each pistol. Three from each hit the second shooter, a Siberian man, in the chest then one from each pistol hit him in the neck and one more from each pistol hit him in the forehead one in the center of it and one above his left eyebrow.

A few of the Karovich Family members had managed to get inside the house and the one with the Spas 12 had turned a Petrovic gangster's right leg into spam with a single blast. As the gang member bled out on the stairs, the gangster fired striking another man in the upper right chest and sent the man hitting his head on the wall.

A gang member with light blonde hair emerged from the bathroom discharging an AK-107 and he he struck the Markovich gang member in the chest with seventeen rounds and as the gang member was bombarded by round after round from the 7.62 storm and he fell to the floor twitching with a mouthful of blood, as well as the blood staining his leather jacket. Two puddles formed on the floor under him one beneath his body and one under his head as blood dripped from his mouth and his eyes rolled back in his head. The blood beneath his hair stained the blonde hair with blood. The Petrovic soldier taunted. "Posmotri na sebya! Ty umirayesh' ot krasnykh volos."

(Look at you! You're dying your hair red. )

Andrei fired his shotgun into the face of the rival Russian mafioso proceeding to blow off the top of his skull and bloodied pieces of torn burnt up hair and gray matter flew from the top of his head. "Posmotri na sebya. Vy lysyy."

(Look at you. You are bald.)

Kenny Petrovic was at the top of the stairs firing a Kalishnokov of his own trying to hit Grisha. "Sem'ya Markovicha - shutka! YA unichtozhu vas nepokornymi synov'yami suk s planety!"

(The Markovich Family is a joke! I will wipe you insubordinate sons of bitches from the planet!)

"Kak Lenni, mister Petrovich? Iskhodya iz cheloveka, u kotorogo byl tot zhe chelovek, kotoryy ubil svoyego syna, ubil cheloveka, kotoryy yego zakazal, eti slova nichto!"

(How's Lenny, Mr. Petrovic? Coming from a man who had the same man who killed his son kill the man who ordered it, those words are nothing!)

"I'll cut your disrespectful tongue out, Grisha! You little shit! I guess the saying is true. Spare the rod spoil the child!"

"I'd say Lenny is quite spoiled of course the Jew is going to try and quote the bible to me knowing he doesnt believe in it!"

"I don't believe in it but you don't practice it!" Yelled Kenny as he fired a burst at Grisha as he ducked behind the couch. "Of course you don't! Your kind is lazy and you destroyed Russia with your communist bullshit! Good thing most of you are non observant yourselves!"

One of Petrovic's soldiers, a heavyset Caucasian male with curly dark hair that was graying and a wrinkled face wearing a brown leather jacket a tan shirt and brown jeans called, "How hypocritical. An Anti Semite that is still Orthodox!"

"Ramy Yalon is that you old friend? I thought I smelled something in the oven!" Ramy fired a Galil down at him and one round did go through and hit Grisha in the right arm. "I'm special forces you dumb goyim. If Mr. Petrovic wants me to kill somebody, Yahweh himself can't stop 're just a young punk hiding behind his father's glory in the Red Army and the brotherhood."

"Red Army? The only thing Joseph Stalin ever did right was kill so many of you dead sea pedestrians! One of the Markovich soldiers, the last onecame to aid Grisha firing at the Isreali national but he took five rounds in the side and he collapsed wounded at Grisha's side. "Stay down, my friend..." Whispered Grisha.

"Fuck you! We have had many great men who have made the world a better place!" Screamed Ramy. "Albert Einstein, Sigmund Freud!"

Grisha taunted, "Leon Trotsky, Karl Marx, Vladamir Lenin..."

Just then, several Armenians arrived. Petrovic had also brought in outside reenforcements but the Armenian Pride members were on the offensive. There was one with a crew cut wearing a white wife beater and black khakis and a gold crucifix. He carried an Uzi. Another gang member, one in his thirties with curly black hair wearing a silk blue and white shirt and black jeans carried a Mossberg 500 which he fired taking out one of the Petrovic thugs in the living room with a headshot that blew off a man's left ear and most of the left side of his skull. He was brought down, however as Kenny fired a burst of rounds striking him in the forehead. The wannabe cholo was also felled with rounds as Ramy emptied his magazine into into his chest and stomach before getting back to cover.

Andrei, meanwhile was holding off Petrovic reenforcements as they were trying to assault the house from the side. Just then, three cars pulled up and this time, six Marabunta members got out. "Shit!" Screamed Evgeny. "What the fuck are the Salvadorans doing here?!" Daniel fired his Handguns at them but they were already firing and he took two rounds in the shoulder and three in the left leg as he fell. Israel helped him crying out, "Bruh, I told you you should have brought a bigger strap than that!" Daniel groaned, "Who cares just blast these mara cucas!"

Israel did just that mowing down two of them down with his K6-92 before having to reload. He struck the first one in the heart with ten rounds a bald Salvadoran with dark brown skin and facial tattoos who wore a Pounders jersey and a blue baseball cap and black jeans. The second he hit in the face blowing the 3 tattoo of the 13 on his face to bits as the rounds destroyed his cheek flesh.

There were five more Armenians aside from Mardak, Daniel and Israel and Mona. All though they ran the Rogers Scrapyard, the leader of these was a man named Aram Dabinyan a man with balding black hair beady eyes, dark skin and prominent middle eastern features and a thick five o'clock shadow. He wore a dark red tracksuit with hite stripes on the side and he too carried an Uzi. "Mardak! I got here as quick as I could!" He yelled out in a thick accent. He had a thug with him with slicked back black hair wearing a Thug Life T shirt and baggy blue jeans, standing at five eight. The next was a more white looking Armenian who almost looked like Simeon if Simeon were younger and had more hair. He had an AK-74U. He fired striking a Marabunta member in the chest but one o the Salvadorans returned fire with an Uzi striking him in the face.

His friend quickly avenged him by firing into the Salvadoran striking his neck on the right side severing an artery. There was only two Marabunta soldiers left but they were not willing to go down without a fight. One carried a Remington 870 a vato with curly hair wearing a white t and an aqua blue bandanna and black dickies. He fired it and struck a third Armenian gangster in his stomach. He was about to shoot the dying Armenian in the face when he caught two in the chest himself as a bald Armenian with light skin blue eyes and blonde hair fired a .50 at the Central American gangster. The last Salvadoran, a short bald mestizo fired his Mac-10 at the Armenian but it jammed on him. "Shit!" He took cover and the Armenian fired several rounds as he went for cover behind the dark blue Voodoo he drove. Most missed him but one round did go through the driver door out the passenger door and strike the gang member in his left shoulder. The round had been somewhat slowed by the doors but not enough to not still cause damage. He bled like a stuck pig crying out as he fell to the pavement. The Armenian reloaded as the gang member went for his machete.

"I guess you should have cleaned your gun better..." Sneered the foreign gangster. The Central American, with one last show of strength threw his machete into the man. It hit him in the stomach and the Armenian's eyes went wide and blood spewed from his mouth like vomit. He crumpled to his knees. Aram saw this and stood over the wounded Marabunta member. "You know you guys are cowardly pussies in most ways. You kill innocent women, children, terrorize civilians. We are not like that. But I have to give you credit on one thing. Using machetes in gunfights. Sometimes peop;le run out of bullets. But the one thing not to do?" He fired into the gang member's skull. "Is throw your weapon away..."

His friend was dying on him and groaned in pain. "Shhhh...my friend...this will only take a moment..." He pulled the blade from his stomach and he bled worse and he ripped more flesh as he pulled it out. "I give you mercy my friend...but I also needed the weapon..." With that, he pointed his weapon at him and fired into the soldier's face.

Meanwhile, Ivan made it upstairs to where he knew Kenny and some of his men would be holed up. Ivan took cover as he reloaded as did Andrei. "This woman, Sugar..." Andrei said. "Does she challenge your intellect?"

"What?"

"Does she challenge you to be a better person?" Asked the large ex KGB agent. "I don't know...this is a strange time to be asking, friend!" Andrei disagreed. "We could die today. I could not think of a better time."

"Yeah maybe so. Hoew about you?"

"I have been talking to a woman who is disgraced FIB agent. I ask that you don't tell Grisha or Mr. Markovich about it. But I know about forbidden love too."

"I see..and what is it you like about her?"

"She is intelligent and a good hacker. She is introvert with the exception of when she is opinionated."

"I see...well I hope you introduce me someday..."

"We are brothers. Of course," Stated Andrei. Ivan smiled. With that they came from cover. Andrei fired at a Petrovic thug who fired an MP5. The big man took a few rounds in the shoulder but the blast hit the man in the stomach and the large Russian snarled grabbing him with his good arm and slammed him head first into the wall. "Well, if that didn't kill him..."Observed Ivan. "The head slam did..."

"Details are immaterial, comrade...just like him..."

Ivan asked, "By the way when we get out of here, I could use your help finding my father. You used to be ex KGB yourself."

"Sure. I don't know how much help I can be as I never met your father but I he is a legend all the same. I will be happy to help!"

Andrei had to reload again after he dispatched a few more Petrovic soldiers. Evgeny came up the stairs as well spraying his automatics and dropped three of them, one with six rounds in the left knee, another with multiplle rounds in the right armpit and a third with rounds in the right cheek and hand. As Vasily came down the hall he mowed through two more Petrovic soldiers. "Jesus Christ!" Shouted Ivan. "How many men does Petrovic have?!" Andrei said, "I don't imagine he has many left after today!"

"Make no mistake, Andrei. There's a whole lot more where they came from in Hove Beach and Colony Island. More than I'm comfortable with."

One of the Russians came out discharging a UMP and hit Ivan in the chest. It destroyed his Assault Rifle and he rolled to cover behind the man fired forcing Vasily, Andrei, and Evgeny to cover too. Ivan noticed he was a white male with a dark blonde ponytail and a dark brown mustache and he had a leather black jacket on over a black sweater and dark gray jeans. "You know what I hate?" Ivan growled as he got his Makarov out. "I hate these 40 years old jack offs with ponytails. It doesn't make you look hip, young or cool..." With one hand,he fired a shot hitting the Petrovic hitman in the part of the back of his head where his ponytail connected and he hit him in the brainstem but also severed the ponytail with a bullet and he grinned with triumph as the man hit the floor.

He heard a scream and realized it was Grisha. Ivan wasn't sure he was exactly friendly with him but Grisha was starting to grow on him. Like a tumor. He charged in to see Grisha exchanging blows with Ramy. He saw Evsei and Evsei saw him. Evsei was now armed with a Saiga 12. He was going to try and shoot Grisha in the back of the head. Granted, all though Grisha was losing against the ex special forces member, he did keep throwing punches and he did have the advantage of being younger. He grabbed a pocket knife from his boot and swung it at the man's throat but he easily dodged it though it did cut his right cheek. He grabbed Grisha's hand and tried to stab him with his own knife.

Ivan tackled the Israeli national knocking the knife from his hands. Grisha kicked the man in the chest. Evsei aimed his Saiga 12 at Ivan but he tackled him and the two crashed against the wall. Ivan threw a hard left hook striking the man in the face. He responded with a kick to Ivan's stomach but Ivan held onto the shotgun. Just barely. He rammed the shotgun into Ivan's stomach. He fell over winded and Evsei put the shotgun in his face with a sneer. "No woman here to drive you to hospital..." He was tackled from behind by Andrei who slammed him against the wall and proceeded to slam his head into it.

His head bled as the large man ambushed him. The large man went to stomp on his head but Evsei rolled out of the way scooping up the Saiga 12. With a single shot, he fired up into the big man's head striking him in the back of the skull. The only good thing about it as the large man crumpled to the ground was that he probably never realized he had been shot as he was still in the middle of trying to stomp Evsei's face. He had gone out as he had lived. Kicking ass.

"NO!" Ivan yelled. He tackled Evsei and forced the shotgun from his grip before he could shoot Ivan next. Ivan head butted him and the shotgun went off hitting the ceiling and the force of it sent the two men tumbling down the stairs all though Ivan ended up taking a worse tumble as he slipped on the blood of some of the deceased gang members.

Grisha had gotten back to his weapon and Evgeny had come from cover and were now exchanging gunfire with Kenny and Ramy. Evgeny let off a twenty round burst trying to hit Kenny but the Isreali tackled the older man and they went over the balcony but he took several rounds in the leg and one in the right buttock as they went over the side. "Shit!" Cried Kenny as the middle aged gangsters hit the ground below.

Grisha, Vasily and Evgeny went forward to shoot off the balcony but a barrage of rounds were fired back at them as Ramy had gone for his sidearm and were firing up at them plus there were two more Russian mobsters down there to help them including a chubby bald man. Kenny cried out, "Igor! It's about time you got here!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Petrovich, I will get you out of here!"

They got them out of the backyard. They got into the a dark purple Merit. Meanwhile, Ivan weakly tried to get up. He was bleeding from a wound on the side of the head. The rival got up from the floor still wounded by the head bashing from Andrei. He threw a hard blow to Ivan's face knocking him back at the floor. Ivan noticed the Persian rug beneath his feet and he pulled it up and the man fell down. Ivan body slammed into him while bringing his right elbow down onto the older gangster's face. "COME ON YOU SHIT! YOU WANT TYO KILL ME?!" He threw a hard right punch hitting the man so hard in tyyhe chin he actually hurt his own hand. He hit him with a hard left next in the nose then a hard right ignoring his hurt fist. He was then head butted by Evsei who got to his feet and slammed Ivan into a stereo. It fell onto him and he felt intense pain in his back as the stereo fell over. The disc tray where one would put a CD was broken and split. Ivan was grabbed by the hair but he grabbed the broken piece of it and he drove the broken disc tray into Evsei's right eye poking it out.

Blood spurted from the wound and he screamed trying to hold the wound as he fell on the floor writhing. The man fell over writhing and kicking. Ivan picked up the bullet ridden couch as if he was going to move it. "YOU NEED HELP WITH THIS THING?!" He brought it down on the bleeding man's skull bringing its full weight down on him. Ivan roared as he heard a sickening crack and more blood was all over the floor. He got onto the arm of the couch on the side that was on top of Evsei's mangled and wrecked head and he began to jump up and down on it. "HUH?! HUH?!"He screamed as he heard another popping sound as bone crunched and a sickening sound of what sounded like a wet burst in an explosion as he crushed the man's skull. "THAT WAS FOR ANDREI!" He roared like a lion.

Grisha came down the stairs, "We have to go, now!" Ivan said, "What about Andrei?!"

"We can't carry him. We're licking our own wounds. He saved my life you saved mine. I owe you. But he did not save your life only to have you killed when the police show up. Now let's go!"

Ivan reluctantly left. As they got ready to leave in their respective vehiles as most of the Petrovic soldiers were dead and those that were not had run after their boss, Ivan realized something and he asked, "Where is Mark? Why isn't he here?"

"Andrei's chess friend?" Grisha asked. "I don't know. I thought he was coming with us. That's a good question."

Ivan thought with rage, If he had been here maybe Andrei would have lived.

Three Hours Later

Ivan didn't know why he was emotionally distraught. As a KGB agent he had seen plenty of comrades die and while he and Andrei were friends it wasn't like they were as close as himself and Vasily. Andrei had been a quiet man but also was good natured at heart and willing to help friends. He felt like crying but he hadn't in years. Aside from Mai, there was really only one person he felt he could open up to in this way around as far as women went. Vasily would understand as well and it was true that he was sad about it but he would also see it as part of a greater plan as if what had happened to Andrei somehow served a greater purpose in their cause. To Ivan it had served no purpose. It had just happened and there was no rhyme or reason and he felt angry with himself that he had been unable to stop it.

He was glad to have finally killed Evsei but he didn't feel any better because of it. He also remembered that he had fucked Natasha. He held his fist up ready to knock on Sugar's door . She would want to know about what he had done and surely she might even be angry that he didn't bring her along but he also hadn't wanted to put her imn harms way. It was like the cold exterior that was Baba Yaga was starting to crack and there was nothing he could do to syop it. Beneath it he was sure was some resemblance of the child he had been the day his mother had died and he had to flee to mother Russia and his father had been locked up. It was a childhood, his child self that he had buried beneath the mask of Baba Yaga.

Perhaps it was to kill the child, perhaps it was to make him stronger. And perhaps it was to protect him from the world he could not handle while Baba Yaga could. Whatever the case, with his armor starting to crack, he feared that the child inside had not been protected from the emotional trauma of all the mayhem that had gone on these last 24 years. It was like who he once was had frozen in time and he had become somebody else entirely but even as he was somebody else, everything he did and everything he experienced impacted the child. For every tear and bruise and broken bone, there was a little crack in his original self too. The side of himself that was John, not Baba Yaga.

It was like John had been frozen and had been able to see and hear and feel at least emotionally everything but he could not react. Only the Boogeyman could because he was in control now. But he started tio understand now that this was what had happened for years. His inner self was feeling everything but could not react. And perhaps did not know how to react.

As for Sugar, he was not sure he would be able to look her in the eye. Sure, she might be pissed at first over him seeking revenge without her but she would understand and she would comfort him when she found out what had happened to his friend. But he had screwed another woman and while he hadn't exactly defined what Sugar was to him and what he was to her, he couldn't imagine that Vasily was wrong either because even if he hadn't used labels like boyfriend and girlfriend, based on the way they had been together, not just fucking but arguably making love if Ivan was still capable of love. The way they had sex at times was sometimes rough if she was feeling aggressive or he was feeling lustful but often the way she kissed him made it seem she loved him. He didn't know if she loved him but she kissed him the way a lover would. But she wouldn't understand his moment of weakness with Natasha a complete stranger.

He struggled with knocking on her door and whether or not he should tell her everything today or just telling her part of what was going on. His cell phone pinged and he checked his texts. He had one from a number he didn't know. It said This is Aram. We met today. When you get a chance come by my place in North Vinewood. Perhaps we could do some business?

Just then, the door opened and Sugar came outside. Ivan swallowed trying to decide what to do.

Mai

Series A Finale

She came on and saw Ron waiting. "Oh this is bad! This is this is very very very bad I shouldn't be here! I should be with Trevor! Or at the airport. Now, someone, I'm not saying who ...well anyway it's not my place to question leadership decisions...but someone may have told the Vagos, the Ballas and the Lost and the O'Neill's ...told them all where their stuff is. If you want to get paid, get over there quick. Now I got to..." He went for the door but then turned back and said, "Don't let them kill him..."

Mai selected on her newly purchased Princess Robot Bubblegum mask Neto, his gray skeletal mask Paul , a red monster mask and Ivan a Baklava.

They were al;l coming in different vehicles this time. Mai got on the back of her PCJ-600 that she had purchased online. Ivan was riding with her. "I gotta ride on the back?" She chuckled. "If you want a ride on here, yep."

He nodded. "Whatever but I'm not wearing a helmet. I don't have one."

Mai put hers on shrugging. "It's your skull."

They headed down the street as Paul and Neto got in a black Glendale. "You almost there? I could have gotten killed six times by now. When you arrive I'm gonna need two of you at the north of the warehouse and two at the south covering anyone coming in from those directions. I'l;l be inside. Protecting the product. Joining in where I can. When we take care of em we move the product and then we're done. You people wanna get paid? Get down here and help me."

They arrived shortly at the warehouse arriving as they had cut through the train yard via the railroad.

Mai and Ivan would take the north end of the warehouse. As Neto and Paul arrived it was decided they would do the south end.

Paul got into the truck with the Machine Gun mounted on the back and Neto got on the back of it. "Dibs on the Gatling!" Mai rolled her eyes. "Rewal mature..." She grabbed herself a 9K32 Strela-2 just as Ivan also had one. "And remember this people! You're not just fighting for me! You're not just fighting for TP Industries. You're fighting for the little people, the dreamers. And the scammers. All the little people that gotta kill and steal to get ahead. Okay? The real people!"

Ivan fired the rocket launcher as he saw two SUV's coming down the hill and the explosion was massive as he got a direct hit taking two Vago SUV's out in a fiery blast resulting in eight deaths off the bat.

"Are you sure you can handle killing Vagos?!" Ivan taunted Neto. "I wouldn't want your camaradas made at you!" Mai growled, "Guys this is no time for your macho bullshit!"

Neto shot back, "Seeing as one of those fuckers shot me in the ass, yeah. I never said I had to get along with all Vagos. These putos from the North Side of Rancho keep trying to muscle in on our turf. They think all of Rancho belongs to them!"

"Think about how the South Side Ballas feel. They've had their neighborhood taken from them. They barely shgow up in Rancho anymore!"

"Ask me if I give a shit, Cucuy! You know, you weren't the one out there helping me with damage control to make sure this shit didn't come back on us. Only Oso helped me, man! You two should have had to help. I get that Mai didn't cause we didn't jack the Da Nang Boyz but you should have, Ivan!"

Neto sprayed as a dark blue SUV rolled up and three black males fired SMG's from the back seat. He fired letting the powerful rounds rip through the front windshield ripping open gigantic holes in the chest of the driver, a black male with long dreads with a thick body build who wore a plain white t and purple gym shorts. The rounds filled out the rest of the car, striking another Baller, this one a man with a black t wearing a Boars cap on. The rounds took the cap off and part of his skull with it including a bloody chunk of scalp with frizzy hair attached to it.

Neto was driven around the side so he could take out some straggler Vagos around the side. Paul drove him around and Neto picked off two NSV's and hit them as they had gotten out of their gold Glendale. He hit the first, a bald cholo in a white wife beater and brown khakis in the neck. As the man fell dead before he hit the ground, the .50 rounds ripped into his friend hitting him in the stomach until his entrails hung out.

Trevor mocked. "Oh look here come the Ballas!"

"You dead motherfucker you dead!" Screamed a member of the East Side Ballas as he fired an AK-47 at Mai. She got to cover behind a crate and cam,e out firing her M4A134 rapidly with fourteen rounds striking the Baller who wore a purple and white varsity jacket in the chest and he actually fell over flipping onto his head and rolling back so that he was face down as the rounds pumbled him in the torso and then the back. Ivan fired his AK-74 striking two of them as they golt out of a dark red Cavalcade. He struck the first in the right knee cap and the second in the left leg and stomach. He followed up by pulling the pin on a grenade and tossing it into their vehicle and it exploded killing the two wounded gangsters as well as the remaining two homies of theirs.

They came out to see Trevor firing an AK variant at the Ballas well and he dropped two of them from cover. "You good?" Asked Mai. "A handy would be nice!" He growled and she made a disgusted face. A carload of Ballas rolled down the hill and Trevor screamed as he fired at one of the passengers firing from the vehicles as they did a drive-by, "I want this more than you!" He struck the man with four rounds in the chest and three more in the stomach and two in the neck. Mai fired the Rocket Launcherand the vehicle exploded sending one of the men's decapitated head all the way up to the under side of the bridge staining it with dark red blood.

Neto spotted some Vagos coming in on foot taking cover and he picked off four of them out right striking them in the chest. As Mai dealt with the Ballas coming in attacking Trevor, Ivan ran towards the LS River where some Vagos were coming in from there. He fired striking a Vago with a shaved head wearing blue jeans and a yellow varsity jacket in the left collar bone with six rounds before he had to reload. Five rounds of return fire hit him in his vest as he reloaded and he hit the ground flattening himself against it so that some of their rounds missed as he still had the high ground. He resurfaced with a new magazine and fired at the man who had shot him, a Rancho Vago wearing a black wife beater black jeans a yellow bandanna around his neck and slicked back black hair. He hit him in the right cheek with six rounds ripping the flesh away from the bone. "Fuck you assholes and your prison mentality!" He screamed as he fired at another striking him in the right side of the chest, the stomach and the spine.

Ivan taunted, "I hope your hynas got their bikini tops clean cause they're going to need to do bikini top carwash to fund your funerals!" He struck a third gang member in the right eye blowing it apart completely until it was nothing but a hollow bloody red mess in an empty socket.

Just then, the Lost were starting to come in too and Neto began to spray their gang burritos up aiming for the gas tanks. He caused a series of explosions which also caught the bikes in the blast radius taking out four bikers on Hexer's and two gang burritos. ""So much for damage control!" Neto screamed. "Though if Johnny finds out it won't be from these cabrones!"

Finally Trevor got to the truck. Mai was now the one who would be driving. "Dropoff's at El Gordo lighthouse. Let's go!" Ivan drove the other. As Neto covered with the technical Trevor screamed, "We're being watched looks like hired guns! Take em out!"

Neto fired up at the chopper as they flew over a bridge and Paul took the Technical under it. He hit the pilot and the helicopter soon came crashing to the earth in a gigantic explosion and beyond anything they could do, some civilians were caught in the blast radius as well. "What a bunch of dicks!" Yelled Trevor. Neto took another one out and it exploded in midair as the rounds fried the helicopter engine but this one crashed on the side of the freeway. Trevor warned, "There's still a bird in the sky!"

He took that one out with ease as well and then gave it a moment to cool down. Paul meanwhile, saw a Lost van coming down a dirt road the other direction as the four crew members were leaving LS County. He fired striking the passenger of the van and took one of Neto's grenades ripping the pin off and he tossed it out at them. "I had more than my fair share of bikers back home!"

"They better not scare the buyer off. You better not scare off my buyer!" Trevor growled.

There were two white Huntley's ahead of them. "Ballas are following us. That must be some good kush!"

Neto sneered, "Se podría sacudir y que todavía vengan después de ella. No tienen estándares."

(It could be shake and they'd still come after it. They have no standards.)

He first riddled the closest vehicle to him with rounds destroying half of the drivers head, the left half as the rounds sawed into the bone in his skull. "Now that's what I call reconstructive surgery!" He screamed. The rounds exited his skull and his his homeboy a man with an AK-47 in the jaw and it killed him instantly. The rounds also went through the bodies of the two men and hit their friends in the back with at least two dozen rounds into their abdomens. "Get rid of these cars, okay? Fuck me...protect the product!" Trevor yelled. Neto fired into the next one and while he killed the two up front and was unsure about the ones in the back, the SUV soon exploded. "Well, I think you just reduced their carbon footprint," Mai said with a dry tone.

"YUP! No more gas guzzling SUV's!" Ivan said, "I'm pretty sure exploding vehicles are bad for the environment too..." Neto chuckled, "Who am I to not support the Fire Department? Wouldn't want them out of work would we?"

"The Lost just keep on coming! Ram these bikes off the road!" Screamed Trevor. Mai drove over one of them crushing the biker, an overweight Caucasian male with graying hair and blue eyes as well as his bike. Ivan did the same and his tires squished the skull of a red haired Lost member. "Did you feel something?" Asked Mai. "No. Just road kill. Probably a deer..." He said with a grin.

"You don't get paid unless we get there! Remember that!" Trevor screamed. Neto, being the least afraid of Trevor of the four, screamed, "If we don't get there you don't get there!" He saw a Lost MC member with an Uzi trying to ride his Zombie alongside Mai's truck. Neto fired hitting the man in the neck and the back of the head. The man's head was severed as the rounds cut through his spinal cord with ease and took out a chunk of his brain matter the size of a boxer's fist. As the man's head hit the road and his headless body and bike were bounced off the hard ground of the freeway Neto yelled, "POP GOES THE LOSER!"

He saw them coming from behind and Neto took about twenty rounds from behind as two more bikes were tailing Paul. He fell over in the back of the truck. About sixteen rounds had hit the vest, two had hit him in the left arm one had gone through his left shoulder and one had missed and had gone through the window but luckily had not hit Paul but had left a huge crack in his windshield. Neto, bleeding, still got back to the weapon. He didn't have any crystal on him but he had a dime bag of coke. He poured some of it along the barrel of the weapon. He began to fire but also proceeded to sniff the cocaine off of it while he fired. He struck one of the biker's in his left leg actually blowing it in half and as the man fell from his bike he was crushed by it as it landed on him. Neto screamed, "I AM A GOD! A GOD WITH A GIANT MAGNIFYING GLASS! YOU'RE JUST ANTS ON A HILL ON A SUNNY DAY!" He roared. He fired striking the second Lost member and while one round did hit the guy in the left hip blowing a chunk of it apart, he also flew from his bike as the rounds destroyed the tire.

He flew to the other side of the barricade into oncoming traffic and he was hit in midair by a speeding orange Bobcat and the windshield cracked as he hit his head on it and he flew off of the vehicle only to be hit again as he landed in the road with a compound fracture in his right arm, his left arm and both legs. He cried out writing in pain but it was short lived as a Mule hit the brakes but was not fast enough and the man's body was crushed underneath like glass beneath a man's boot as his bones let out sickening pops as the Lost member was squished like an apple thrown in the street.

"I DON'T LIKE BIKERS!" Screamed Trevor. Neto saw two more bikers and he fired off about fifty rounds. "We are so getting the needle if we ever get pinched for this shit!" Paul screamed. "It's a little too late for cold feet, vato loco! Don't lose your huevos now!"

"I'm just saying! At least of we were doing this back in Teranto, death row would be off the table."

Neto saw three O'Neill vehicles and inside of each of them was a redneck passenger firing M-16's at them. He let off a hundred rounds and obliterated all of the rednecks in each of the vehicles. "It's sad. Thousands of years of a family tree in a straight line just got fuckin rooted!" Neto declared.

"We're ready to die for this product! You'll never win!" Yelled Trevor. "If you really think about it, amigo, so are they!" Mai said. "Point taken! I appreciate them laying down their lives for me to enjoy the spoils of war!"

They finally arrived at the lighthouse. "We might have done this! We might have done it! We can take some molly! Have a good time. Or take some mollis and have a better time. No...that's not professional..."

Trevor stated, "Nice one, friend. Nice one! TPI...on our way...we are on our way! Thank tyou people...thank you...great...really great...here is what I promised..." He got a bag out from under the porch. "A little advance from my earnings...you gotta speculate to accumulate. Now we've done the speculation. Soon, we'll do the accumulation. Very soon, alright? Now lets get the hell outta here, alright? I've got the buyer coming through,. Thank you. Thank you all very much. Hey be cool with that money. Only buy superficial crap and superficial people."

Neto stated, "Oye...something for your troubles...one sociopath to another..."

He gave him two impotent rage dolls. "This has been fun...serio...and you know...thanks for the tick tick...good shit..."

Trevor hugged Neto saying, "I'm so touched I could cry! And I will be later,..tears...from my cock...that's how a man cries...now give us a kiss!" Neto backed away saying, "Let's just leave it at gifts and gestures."

"Why do you gotta be so suburban?!" Trevor demanded, "What do you do if handshakes aren't enough?"

"You come out of the closet like the rest of West Vinewood, bro..."

"ARHGHHHH! Your narrow mindedness...is offensive...but I appreciate your gift. I'll be in touch...now get outta here..."

Later That Day

Trevor was playing with the two Impotent Rage dolls. "Who are you?"

"I'm Impotent Rage."

"You can't be Impotent Rage. Cause I'm Impotent Rage!"

"Yes, buddy, I..." The vehicle arrived as did his buyer and he went silent. "I will deal with you later..."

A balding Caucasian man with reddish blonde hair that was in a ponytail in his early 40's wearing a blue floral shirt over a white t shirt. "Hey! My brotha. Yo yo Phil! It's uh..good to meet you finally..."

"Hey..." Trevor said somewhat uneasy.

"It's uh...Trevor, right?"

"So are we gonna do this or are we gonna have a circle jerk? Or both..."

The man laughed saying, "Whatever you want, man, uh...you got the drugs?"

"Yeah, you came for what you ordered. Yeah I have em..."

"Can I see?"

"Can I SEE the money?"

"Yeah yeah yeah... got it..." He set down a black briefcase. He opened the case full of money. "Alright so...Trevor...there is the money...hand me the cocaine first..."

"What?"

"The cocaine you are selling me..."

"Excuse me?"

"Are you selling me cocaine, Mr. Phillips?"

"W...why do you keep saying that, hmmm? And how is it that you know my name?" He held the impotent rage statue in his face like a pointed finger in an accusing manner. "YOU'RE A FUCKING NARC!" The guy said, "You are under arrest for tresspass..."Trevor beamed him in the face with the Impotent Rage statue. "DOA! Freeze!" Screamed a male voice and a handgun was fired at him. Trevor took off running. He jumped off the cliff with the Impotent Rage statue in hand diving into the water. He dove underwater to avoid the bullets as the cops including Phil fired at him. He soon got a far enough distance f om them resurfacing as he swam past the lighthouse yelling, "FUCK YOU!" He soon ran up a hill as he got to dry land. He found a tree and began head butting it and then collapsed sobbing with a bloodied forehead, his Impotent Rage statue at his side.

Ivan

Ivan got a call on his cell phone. It was Lester. "How'd you do with that thing?"

"We made out with half a million," Replied Baba Yaga. "That good, huh? Well I told you it wasn't anything to do with me. I don't touch drug deals cause they're unpredictable. Well you can predict that they'll go wrong. You should stick to working with professionals for a while. I'll be in touch if I got anything."

"I understand but honestly, I'm an out of town gunmen. Whether small time or professional, even my Brotherhood contacts only go so far so I can't afford to be picky. But maybe this will change. I'l speak to you soon, Lester."

Paul

He looked at Neto with frustration. "I know what you said. And I know what your reasoning is for it but I'm telling you, I can't do it anymore, bro. I'm not gonna spy on CGF for uou anymore."

"Are you serious? After everything I've done for you? Took you under my wing like a little brother? I told you those chavalas are playing you. It's best you get us information we can use against them when we need to. I did some shit involving a Banshee that I'm not even gonna get into. Let's just say even though I did it to the Carson's you can bet your ass if they knew about it even though they hate them they hate us more and would probably tell them and the Ballas what I did..."

"I can't do it, Santa...I get that Stretch and motherfuckers like Rhino they're snakes but I already capped Rhino, man. He's done. As far as Stretch if he tries anything with me, I'll shoot him myself."

"But if you do that, in the middle of their neighborhood, you'll really have them all on your ass! Don't you think that if some shit did go wrong with the Families it would be better if we were more strategic? Ese...No les importa un carajo..."

(They don't give a fuck about you)

"You don't know that..."

"Don't I? Tehy see you as a white guy. And it aint fair cause I know who you are. You got too much corazon to be a fuckin juerito. But they don't see that. Mayates think anybodyt that aint black is white. Get around those black supremacist types shit some of them would even consider Mai white. Even though she's Asian, they'd look at how light her skin is versus theirs. They don't give a fuck about where you come from. They don't know you come from a people that are light skinned hermanos but chingones. People that spilled more Aryan blood on battlefields. than they could ever dream of."

"Yeah yeah yeah I heard it all before Neto. You're a wetback to them and they're niggers to you. Don't you ever get tired of this shit? Isn't it time to have a dialogue?"

"Dialogue'? You sound like Mai. You taking gender studies degrees and liberal arts now too vato?"

"I'm serious! If it's a matter of looking hard and thinking you'll look soft you don't have to worry about that. It's not even really your side that benefits more it's theirs cause you outnumber them and you're winning. They'd never admit it. but still. They're on the losing side as far as casualties go but you're the ones getting locked up for hate crime beefs. I get having orrullo but is it worth going to prison for?"

"We're already in prison, hermano. At least the state pen ...it aint a pretty place but it strips yiu of any illusion you're free. We're less free in there than we are out here but we aint free anywhere, pues. Sure, we can eat what we want, we can fuck a woman..."

"Exactly! Is it worth it being in SHU just so you can play race war gladiators?"

"But on the other hand..." Neto continued. "Here's some shit you and me can't do without government permission. Build a house, drive a car, own a gun, go fishing, collect rain water, hunt, get married, work, leave the country, start a business, fly on a commercial plane or take drugs...now repeat after me...I am free..."

"I can go fishing any goddamn time I want. I just have to not get caught. There's no rivers in jail. Plus you could get blow in there but is it worth it?"

"You're missing the point...!"

"I didn't miss the point. I know what you're saying and you're right but that doesn't justify what we do out here!"

"Fuck that, cabron/...you know what those fuckers did? They killed a child...just because he was the son of a gangster. Leondre did that..."

"That was the Ballas. Not the Families! And you beat Gordo to death for being a turncoat so are you gonna tell me that the Aztecas are any better?"

" My varrio saw why it was the right thing to do. At least we can do that. Give me a fuckin break, Oso! Maybe you got a point but do you think just cause the Families are your 'homies' that they can do no wrong? You think Rhino will be the last guy to pull some shit like that?"

"We're talking about killing kids not rape, fool!" Neto scoffed. "Are you forgetting he threw a baby out the window?" Paul paused. In fact, he had. It wasn't that he didn't consider that horrible. It was. He had destroyed an innocent life. It was just that with that, killing the babies mother, raping G Note, and everything in between all of that, there came a time when one realized that somebody is such a horrible person it would be easy to forget some of the things they did because they did so many fucked up things that it would be hard to remember and yet whenever you did remember it wouldn't be a surprise that they had done that.

For Paul, at this time it was not hard to even ponder why Rhino could be so heartless as to do what he had to the infant because he was also heartless enough to kill the child's mother, rape G Note, terrorize Lil King and threaten him at times. He responded, "And Rhino is dead. He paid for what he did. But this one is on the Ballas. You want to talk to somebody about helping the wrong people, talk to Ivan, not me."

"You don't know about Ivan's ruca from Covenant?"

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"Yeah, Sugar. So?" He didn't admit it to Neto but he thought she was cute. "You know she lost her son to a Families shooter too. Whether they wanted to or not, it doesn't matter."

"Man, fuck you, Neto. I'm not fucking them over. If they were going to try and kill me, they would have already they had plenty of chances."

"Fine, fucker. Do what you want. You know what? I think I just figured out what your deal is. You just want to fuck that one bitch."

"Her name is Danielle Benjamin, fool. G Note."

"Y que? You got the same thing going on. You're falling for her like Ivan's fallen for Sugar. Pendejo...thinking with your dicks..."

"How do you know it's not the heart we're thinking with, man? How would you know? You've closed yourself off for years after what happened to you."

Neto grabbed Paul by the shirt. "It's only been a year , cabron. Watch the next thing you say very carefully..."

"You're on that meth shit...it's twisting your mind, man. How long have you been on this shit anyway?" He pushed Neto off him and started to walk down the street. He took a cab to Chamberlain Hills. He saw his friends there, sure enough. Lil King greeted him. He slapped hands with him. He shook his head however saying, "Still can't believe you spared that mud duck though, man. Bitch deserved a bullet..."

"We took care of her cousin and all their friends. It doesn't matter. Nobody else is gonna come after you fort that. They were just being blessed in but they weren't officially Ballas. We did what we had to."

G Note smiled at Paul hugging him and Lamar came up dapping him and they bumped shoulders. "So what the fuck were you in the county for, man?"

"Hey you know how it be, pimping they just hate on a nigga's shine. They don't like that I make that paper tax free you feel me so they want to try and crack a player you know how those janky rollers do, Fam. Anyway, I heard about what you did while I was on the outside about that shit with Lil King. Good looking my nig. Stretch is tripping for that shit. Trying to keep the homies from backing one of our soldiers. I'ma talk to him."

G Note sighed. "You can talk to him but I doubt he'll listen. He aint listen to me. I'm saying LD, maybe we all need to step off from Stretch."

Peaches heard this and said, "Hey I'm from the Hills no matter what. I aint from no Strawberry, boo boo."

"It don't matter where you from. LD maybe younger than that nigga but he more true to what Families should be about than Stretch. Stretch too busy kissing Baller asses he aint even sending hittas out to go and avenge Slim. I'm saying whether you rep Forum or the Hills Stretch aint doing right by none of us."

"Hey look the homie just got out the pen we gotta cut him some slack..." Lamar stated. "I'll talk to him. Just look...something about you and the boy Frank where that nigga aint listening but I'm nhis boy I can get him to listen."

"I mean I aint trying to see the hood split up behind this but it is kinda weird that we couldn't help Lil King. Don't get me wrong boy you still stupid for smacking that bitch. Ethiopians don't play that shit they real family oriented you should know better. How would you feel if somebody put hands on your sister?"

"First off I aint hit her first. Second, if any nigga put hands on my baby sister he's dead. That's on the hood."

"Negro please. You aint finna do shit. Look, I got love for you mane but you afraid to put in the work on niggas for yourself by yourself."

"What the fuck I wanna do that for? What's the point of being down with a set if niggas aint riding for each other? It was supposed to be about the love for the hood the homies!"

Lamar said, "Hey nevermind that bullshit, girl I just got out the pen so what's up? Can I get some love?" Peaches scoffed. "Fuck you mean, love? You already got homie love but if you trying to further than that you better be packing the plastic."

"Hey girl don't try and play me like that besides you won't be dissapointed they don't call me Long Dick for nothing."

"Mmm hmmm..." She said doubting him. "I'm fotr real I mean damnn I just got out the county and it's niggas in there into some funny shit and you aint got a nigga tying you down."

"They cal you Long Dick cause you ar one, mofucka!" Screamed a drunken CGF member. "Hey shut your ass up, Stanley I know where you and your mama stay. i'm serious!"

Peaches rolled her eyes but said, "I give you five minutes to impress if you aint hitting it right you can forget it happening again..."

G Note and Lil King laughed. Lamar called out to a sea of black faces yelling, "Yo Frank, man get to the store, dog! We having abarbecue tonight! LD's back in this bitch! Big dog big nuts!"

G Note had a blunt on her. "Ya'll wanna smoke?" Paul shrugged. "Sure. She lead him and Lil King down an alleyway to smoke. She chuckled and said, "Hey so I heard you clapped a lot of those SSB wannabes but you aint clap the girl what's with that?"

"Man I think the homie Redwood probably wanted to fuck that bitch down the line or something or you going soft my dude cause trust me it aint even worth it. Don't be making that a habit now. Cause people out here will set you up. I don't know if it's cause she's a female or what."

"No, it's cause it wasn't nessecary. I think she got the message. I helped you take care of it so don't complain. They shot up your house and I had your back."

"Aight my bad man I',m just saying watch out. Cause this is South Central and females will set you up."

"He do got a soft side for the ladies..." Said G Note with a smile as she took a hit off the blunt and handed it to Lil King. "I do not! I mean I just don't call them bitches or ho's that doesn't mean I got a soft spot."

G Note giggled and Lil King snickered. "Nah you real soft on the ladies nigga...on my mama..."

CRACKsss CRACKsss CRACKsss.

The gunshots cracked into the air as loud as thunder but without the raw power of a storm. In comparison they were tinny and small, coming from one direction only. Even if they could have been mistaken for the cracks of an oncoming squall there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Paul felt liquid hit his face in a burst. The sounds of more of the rounds going off filled the air. G Note fell forward blood pouring from her mouth as the first three rounds had hit her. He was blinded by her blood getting in his face. "Fuck, man!" Screamed Lil King as he dropped the blunt and went for his gat.

He let off six shots from his Sig P226. He ran out of the alley into the street firing four more rounds hitting their back windshield. Paul held G Note in his arms as the rounds exited her chest. Lil King saw at least one of them a man wearing a purple plaid shirt take rounds in the side. He also had two purple bandannas over his face and dread locks. Lil King had hit him and wounded him.

This particular gang member was firing an AK-47. Leroy and Stanley emerged from the projects both with Handguns drawn. Stanley had a 10mm drawn and he managed to hit the driver of the maroon Felon with at least one round in the left shoulder. The gang member cried out in pain as Leroy fired a .380 and he struck another gang member, the one who was wearing a white and purple Varsity jacket witha Boars cap to the back and he had a purple rag under his face. This gang member was firing an Uzi. He fired hitting two CGF members mowing them both down but he took four rounds in the back from. But the gang member who actually shot G Note was firing a Rifle that was not an AK. He took three rounds in the back too as the CGF members fired back but he seemed to have a vest on as well and he fired back.

Paul tried to keep pressure on her bullet wounds. "Fuck, hold on...alright...wqe'tre gonna get you some help... He carried her to his car putting her in the Dominator's passenger seat. The Ballas had laid out a few more gang members before taking off headed north. Lil King ran up to Peaches apartment banging on the door. She didn't answer. He heard loud music. He kicked the door in and burst in with the handgun. The song Diggin On You by TLC blasted.

Lamar was driving into Peaches from the back his rubber glistening with her juices as he hit it doggystyle. His hands gripped her caramel colored breasts as he drove in from behind. "Ohhh...mmmm...yeah...uhhhh...!1 Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhh! Mmmmmm!" Her pussy was wet with arousal as he pounded into her.

He burst into her room turning the music down. She cried out, "King what the fuck! Fucking creeper!" Lamar scolded, "Lil homie whatchu doing you know better than that to bust in here..."

"Nigga, they shot G Note, mane! She's out there bleeding all over the motherfucking parking lot!"

Lamar pulled out of her and Peaches went for her clothes but hid behind the bedsheets so that Lil King would not see more of her nude body than nessecary. "How many..." Lamar demanded. "Huh?" He repeated, "How many Ballas?!"

"I don't know I think three or four...they shot Note and a couple of other locs out there...I know I hit at least one of em... Lamar got dressed wearing only jeans and he carried his firearm outside. He saw Paul trying to keep the pressure on her wounds. "Fuck, P! Move aside homie, I'll drive you to the emergency room. You keep pressure on her wounds, dog!" He allowed him to do so. G Note whimpered in his arms barely conscious. "Paul...don't let go..." She begged. "I won't..." He promised. "I got you..."

Lamar sped down the street. "Aint this a BITCH I just got out and they already come through my hood shooting! Goddamn...G hang in there, girl, we got you. You tougher than that..."

"Those fuckin...bitches...shot me...how the fuck could I be so stupid...I should have smoked at my spot...or on the roof..."

"It's not your fault..." He told her. "Yo tell her something that'll calm her ass down!" Urged Lamar. "Look, you're gonna be alright...women have a 14% higher chance of surviving a gunshot wound than a man does. Something to do with you having smaller veins and estrogen versus testosterone..."

"You're smart..."She said with a weak smile. "What you doing in South Central...or even fucking up the way you were back in Canada...you can still get outta this..."

With that, she lost consciousness but they were almost there. They got her into the emergency room. Paul would be the one to take her in since Lamar was just out of the county. He knew he would have to deal with the pigs asking their questions. He carried the unconscious black woman inside.

He was taken to the police station and asked questions. It was all a blur. He said he hadn't seen any of what went down but he had heard the shots. He also admitted, "Look...there's marijuana in her system...I know it's gonna show up...she only took like one toke...you shouldn't hold that against her. She's the victim."

"We won't...she's not the first hood girl we've seen come through here that was smoking dope. Won't be the last," Stated the white cop as he questioned him, a guy with blonde hair that was almost white and brown eyes. "But we can't let this go unanswered either. Ms. Benjamin has gang ties so there's a good chance this was gang related. Do you know anything about that?"

"No, man. I don't judge people based on things like that. I don't care. We're all just trying to get by..."

"That's very liberal of you...you're in the right city for that. But...you may want to keep better company. Next time it could be you."

They questioned him for a while longer and he didn't know how long it was before he was finally able to leave. His heart was pounding as he hailed a cab. This is all my fault...I got her shot by getting her involved...fucking Ballas that fucking heist! It wasn't worth it...now she could die...all over some goddamn weed!

Later That Night

It seemed that in the gunfight had also resulted in the deaths of two gang members from Davis Neighborhood who had been visiting friends in the hood and had planned to go to the Vanilla Unicorn. So now Davis Neighborhood would be riding for G Note. H Bomb was there and he slapped hands with Lil King. "How you holding up, locsta?" Lil King shook his head. "Fucked u;. My homegirl's laid up in the hospital."

"What'd they say about how she's doing?" Asked Big Sway as he readied his shotgun. "They said critical condition. They got her in surgery. She lost a lot of blood I don't know nothing beyond that. I also hit some of those pussies too..."

There was a darker skinned black gang member with a shaved head and his left ear pierced. He was from their hood as well. Lil King had met him a few times. His name was Darnell Patterson but the homies knew him as Ace.

Lamar was readying his shotgun. It was the same kind of Shotgun he had used the night of the shooting with the boy Franklin and Stretch. He had to wonder if this shit was because of that or if it had to do with what theAztecas had paid him,Paul G Note and Peaches to do. Sure, Peaches had no love for Stretch either but she still loved her neighborhood and that was what it boiled down to for her. However, what he was told next indicated this was not the case. "You know..." Stated Peaches. "They found a nigga's body down at the LS River. He had ink from the South Side Ballas hood. He had holes in his ass the same place where you shot him."

"How it make it on the news that fast?" Asked Lil King. Lamar frowned. "Somebody around here be snitching. Nornally I'd want to go straighten them out but not today since it might tell us what hood these bitches are from..."

Just then, one of the homegirls from Davis Neighborhood, a dark skinned black girl who wore her brown hair long but had a dark green bandanna over it. She also wore a black tank top and white jeans. Her name was

"Yo, they dropped off another nigga at the hospital. Plus they found the car burned up in Hawick. And the guy they found was from East Side."

"Oh it's like that, mama? Well fuck it then..." Stated Big Sway. "Time to rip them all apart. They killed the little homie Jamal and Lil Daryl. They gotta get fucked up."

"Bodies are gonna be dropping tonight my nigga I'ma keep the morticians in Davis in green by sending them bitches in purple," Agreed H Bomb as he readied his AK-47. He and his brother got into the green Manana and Ace and the female who Lil King learned was named Aisha. Lil King got into Lamar's Black Emperor as did Peaches. Peaches had been crying so her makeup was somewhat smeared and she had red puffy eyes.

They began to drive to Brogue Avenue. Lil King was given a shotgun an Ithaca 37. Lamar put the radio on to West Coast Classics. The song Lil Ass Gee by Ice Cube played. All though the former NWA member's music was loud, the Ballas were sitting back listening to J Rock's The Hood Gonna Love it so they didn't notice the slightly less loud music until it was too late.

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Look at that lil' ass Westside doped out
Insane-in-the-brain little nigga servin caine
Use to have to axe could he cross the street
Now he's rollin' in a Gee, the Gee is on E
He's quick to hit you up with the two fingers spreaded (Wassup?)
Don't roll that shit (Wassup?) and hold that shit (Wassup?)
Now you know what fuckin set he's claimin
A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin
And just when you think everything is calm
That motherfucker is the first to bum
Like bang, ping, catch you with the sleeper
He'll draw down and then check his beeper
He's clockin them chicks and bucks
Gettin, his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the OGz
You fall to the ground and beg please
Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed
12 years old, got bumps they can't keep
A straight killer, a fool, a lil' ass gee...

Lil King had the shotgun racked and held it under a green rag before he discharged the shotgun striking a light skinned black female wearing a dark purple jacket. She was actually quite pretty but he knew she was the enemy. She stood next to an ugly black ass nigga that was dressed up in purple with a mini afro. Lil King almost wanted to hesitate the way Paul had but then decided that was a punk move on his part. He fired striking her in the side and in the chest with the blast. He threw up the F with a freer hand before pumping and firing again this time striking the dude he presumed to be her boyfriend.

An even darker skinned black male wearing a black jacket who was not in colors but was still with the set tried to reach for his piece. Lil King knew him. His name was Dre. The nigga almost never said nothing when around people from outside his hood and when he did, he said something stupid. He had terrible taste in music. Lil King fucked with that old school west coast shit and occasionally some more cent east coast shit like Nas and DMX's newer shit while these bitch ass niggas were listening to niggas from the south like where he came from. It was funny cause niggas expected Lil King to like Loiusiana rappers. Aside from Boosie and maybe Master P he mostly didn't like niggas from back home's shit.

Plus this bitch was never sober. When he wasn't cheefing he was always on lean or spice. "Yo what up, Dre...?" Dre tried to aim his pistol but his hands were shaking. He was no real killer. He dropped it King sneered, "Deuces, Dre!" Before firing into his face. His face was blown apart and since he was wearing a black hoodie it just looked like a red mangled mess inside of it. Peaches spotted some more Ballas one was light brown skinned clearly a girl mixed with white. Her eyes went wide with fear and Peaches had no mercy. She opened fire with the AK-47 and the girl fell to the ground with ten rounds in her side.

Lil King recognized a darker skinned male Baller. "I remember you...you remember me?"

The guy had a gun but had been too slow to grab it. "Naw man..." Lil King spat, "Yeah you jumped me when I first got to town...about six months back..."

"Hey look man...I aint..." Lil King fired striking him in the stomach ripping a hole in his red sweater. "We straight, g. It's all good."

The dark skinned man with the mini afro was crawling towards his wounded girlfriend. "T...T...Tanisha..." She coughed up blood and was in tears. He could barely talk himself. Lamar got out of the car and pulled out his 9mm. He fired into the back of the man's skull. "For G Note!" Peaches forced Tanisha to her feet and slammed her against the hood of a parked dark red Picador. "Nah whats really good, ho? I remember you. Talking that loud shit on Life Invader saying anybody from the Hils can catch them hands. Well throw em, bitch!"

She whimpered in fear and Peaches pulled out a switchblade. "I said take a shot!" The girl, about 19 maybe 20, begged, "Please...for trhe love of God..."

"God? Naw you dealing with me..." She stabbed her in the stomach and she cried out grabbing her shirt. She felt her stomach seeing that the light skinned Baller affiliate had a navel piercing. "Look at this bitch. Got that belly bling like Brittany Spears and shit..." She ripped it out with a piece of flesh attached to it and the girl screamed in agony her mouth seeming like it had damn near expanded a foot. Her eyes squeezed shut and she crumbled to the ground. Peaches wiped the blade off but made sure to swipe the blade across her cheek and she fel blood and tears rolling down her cheek as she wailed and writhed in the ground in pain. She wanted to finish her but decided, "Fuck that. It's worse for her if she survives...let's roll!"

Lamar got back in the car as did the other two. Tanisha's eyes looked at Lil King as they drove off and he looked back seeing her eyes big and brown as a doe wounded in the street. Her eyes asked him Why did you do this to me? I didn't kill your homegirl or jump you. He couldn't answer that himself. It was crazy. Maybe in a different life if all this gang banging bullshit hadn't gone down maybe he would have asked her out. Hell he might have been on her side had they not fucked with him.

He forced himself to look away but the look of her would be burned in his mind for a while. He wasn't sure if he wanted her to live or die. If she lived at least she would still have a chance at life but he didn't want to look at her again and have to explain why he did what he did. But if she died, it wouldn't get that look of her seemingly silently asking him for help out of his mind.

Meanwhile

The four Davis gang members pulled up on Brogue Avenue. They had the song Casket Drops by Buccet Loc blasted as they rolled through. They spotted three Ballas nearby and Big Sway spotted an overweight light skinned black male wearing a white t shirt and blue jeans shorts. He hit him dead on in the chest and stomach and laughed as he fell. "Fuck you Least Side bitches! 165 punk!"

Ain't giving a nigga no help
In the octagon mad cause they ain't no more space
Cause there's 30 mo' murder victims
Born everyday, in every state
And niggas be killing over colors, smoking other brothers
When death ain't giving a shit about your family or your mother
Ain't no mistaken, I was shaken
As I sat back, contemplating
A little homie, Tune
Bleeding death at the gas station
A big homie set trippin'
Ready to find the punk fool, when fools going out solo
We squabbling at the funeral, the devil got my brothers
Killing the Bloods without breaking a sweat
Now they chugging forties and shit
Won't even let my homie rest
And where was my brother when this bullshit came about
Doing 25 to life
That's something he wasn't thinking about
So every time you pull your nine and buck holmes
The other man killing two birds with one stone
One black in a grave, the other black in a jail cell

Dead, bunked out and their moms in a living hell

Living in a city where them killers are grown
I struggle to get out but I still call it home
And you don't wanna ride on them wicked ass streets
Young Baby Gangstas walkin' around, packing heat

H Bomb let the AK bang and hit one of the Ballas who ran up the street firing his Beretta over his shoulder but the light skinned Davis gangster hit the man with fifteen rounds in the back. The gang member fell as the rounds tore through his spine and tail bone Aisha had two Mac-10's and she sprayed both of them unloading on two curvy ESB members one was dark skinned with a nose piercing and dreads and wore blue jeans and a gray t shirt and she hit her in the breasts and the stomach, the other was lighter skinned and slightly smaller in size wearing a pinkish midriff top and blue jeans with her hair in a ponytail. She mowed her down hitting her in the stomach and the thighs. "BK MOTHERFUCKER!" She screamed. Sticks leaned out the window with two Glock 18's set to fully automatic and let both 32 round magazines ring out. He struck a dark skinned Baller of Belizean descent with sixteen rounds in the chest and the gang member fell over blood pouring from entrance wounds and exit wounds.

He aimed next for a Baller who was half black and half East Indian but looked more black. The guy wore a Panics jersey and a Boars cap. He had almond brown skin and curly hair and he was about twenty two. The rounds hit him in his upper back and exited out of his chest but the rounds that exited his chest also hit his beer bottle and drenched it all over himself. He fell to the ground and seemed to get back up but was down just long enough for the remaining slugs from Ace to miss. Still, the rounds hitting the alcohol was enough to cause the man to stand up in flames. Ace laughed maniacally yelling, "Eh! I was gonna say better pour one out for your boys but I guess we're past that, huh?!"

The man screamed as the flames ate away at his flesh. He ran in the street panicking. "Stop drop and roll motherfucker! Didn't you ever pay attention in school?!" Cried out Big Sway. Aisha swept her SMG as she saw two East Siders returning fire from ahead of them. She swept the rounds at them and she hit one and barely missed the other. A Baller emerged from his house with a purple bandanna tied around his head. He had an AK-47 of his own. The four DNFG members wasted no time.

You killed every brother that you see with your Glock
But if the cops flock and tell you to stop
You quickly let your strap drop

The lyrics blasting as they fired were true but none of them had time to reflect it. Ace was in the midst of reloading and Aisha emptied the last ten rounds in her magazine. H Bomb had his foot on the gas but not the steering wheel so he could shoot too. He fired off twelve rounds until his shit clicked empty and he didn't see how many had hit the Baller but he saw at least half of the slugs hit him in the back of his legs. On top of that, a blast from Big Sway hit him in the back. He was crawling. "Hey I know that nigga, man! Yo, H pull over man. That's their big homie."

They pulled the car over and got out. He saw the wounded gangster was still somehow alive. "Damn, cuz. He's still breathing. You got mad heart lil nigga..."

The gang member coughed up blood and said, "Lil nigga...? Motherfucker I'm OG...we're finna light you West Side niggas up for this shit..."

"Bitch please we chased yall through your own hood with the strap and you couldn't even do nothing. This is for the homies you smolked today. And the sister G Note from Chamberlain."

"The fuck...? Aint none of my hittas ride on CGF today nigga...! You better check with them South Side bitches...they're the ones live around Strawberry...I don't give a fuck about them fools over there mane! It's you 165 bitches...we hit up ya'll bitches...take your hood...and we kill Va ho's... aint nobody give a fuck about Hills, blood..."

Big Sway, always the heckler said, "You wouldn't just be happening to say that cause you got the strap on you would you? Don't bullshit me, now..."

"Man...you niggas ...gonna do what you gotta...but you kill me...my people gonna cone back on you..." Ace sneered. "Good. Then I got a message for em. Tell em we said this..." He pulled the trigger emptying another thirty two rounds into his face. By the time the 9mm bullets finished sawing through flesh, bone, cartilage, and brain mater as well as destroying his nose, it was evident that only dental records would identify him now. "Ball sack bitch! Fuck a peace treaty. It's on."

They got back into the car and took off. "Man, you think that fool was bullshitting?" Asked Big Sway as they drove off. "I don't think he was..." Stated H Bomb with a solemn expression. "I was sure I wanted to do this when I strapped up but now I don't know."

"Fuck that. You know niggas lie to try and save they life..."Ace said as he lit up a blunt and took a hit. "I don't think he was lying bro. He had to know he wasn't finna make it out of there. We already shot him with more holes than swiss cheese. He knew his number was up. Yo, could you not smoke that shit around me?"

"What you too good for a lil indo, nigga?" Ace demanded. Big Sway chuckled as he was passed the blunt. The more jolly overweight gang member took a hit and said, "This fool aint touching bud and no brew ever since he been out the pen. But hold up, g how you gonna be with that Allah bullshit if you out here in theses streets peeling niggas wigs back? You aint no motherfucking Muslim. You basically gave up pork, bud and beer for nothing. Hey is it true ya'll can;t have no white bitches either?" He and Ace chuckled and he assed to Aisha who rolled her eyes. "That's the Nation, fool that's different. Sunni, we can if she's a rightous woman."

"Rightous woman? All you had to do was say no, Hassan..." Said Aisha as the other two male Families members laughed. H Bonb said, "Look, I aint perfect, aight but I'm trying to better myself nobody said I'd get it right the first time. Muhammad was a killer too."

"Yeah but he was smoking idolators and Christians and Jews...infidels and shit...you ask me it's all bullshit homes. Believer non believer, all that. Shit I aint believe all that shit biut even I know there's a difference between war and killing fools on the streets. You got your holy wars. And you got your straight up murder. I aiint no punk ass Muslim but even I know you can't claim it's about war. Something about how you save a life it's like you saved the whole world but if you murder somebody it's like you murdered the whole world. Something to do with Cain and Abel."

"Why you reading that shit if you aiint converting?" Asked Ace. "Cause reading is what you do in the joint homie," He then chuckled and said, "I like the bible too. And Gita. I love fiction."

H Bomb scowled at the disrespect.

"And I'll tell you like this too baby brother. You can stay with me if you ever need a place to stay but I love my pitbull too and if one of em gots to get out it's you. Youse a grown man and a dog is man's best friend. No matter what Muhammad say."

"Look I know I fucked up and I klnow I'm far from perfect. But I was on a rightous war tonight,. Our boys aint deserve to go out like that and G Note aint deserve to get shot either."

"What, so is you waging jihad on the Ball Sacks? Shiiiit. You gonna convert em?Shit maybe you can convert them Vagos and Aztecas and Marabunta to stop killing niggas. Get them to shave off that Pancho Villa mustache and grow out a lil Arab beard. Maybe they can pass for an Iraqi. I mean they'll have TSA up their ass instead of border patrol but shit...I'm down with that...!" With that, he Aisha and Ace laughed. H Bomb still was not amused. "Look nig...Negro...we just killed some brothers out here when we aint even have to. I'm trying to get right by God but that don't make me a punk and I'd still die for my Family. And my hood. I don't gotta prove myself like when we were younger. But if I just killed these dudes out here just cause they Ballas? That aint enough reason...we got the wrong guys and that's wrong."

"Nigga, you need a contact high chill the fuck out..."

H Bomb growled, "Stop blowing that shit in my face I gotta drive!"

Meanwhile, Lil King arrived back in the hood. He saw Paul walking away from Stretch. "Yo where you going?"

"Stretch sent me to take care of a little something..."

"Why? Look, you should have been at it with us tonight..."

"Did you get the guys that did it? I mean do you know for sure that you got the guys that did it? It couldn't have been South Side Ballas or OCB?"

Lil King thought a moment. "Naw I mean...OCB's too busy beefing with Aztecas to worry about much else. Plus I'm pretty sure they're maybe gonna get an injunction. I don't think the cops is finna charge them with a hate crime. I aint seen niggas get charged with hate crimes against Latinos yet...and my niggas from Davis just bucked on the East Side fools..."

He turned to Big Sway. "Was it their hood?" Big Sway shrugged. H Bomb shook his head. Paul and Lil King looked at each other uncertain as well. They both knew that they had done damage against the Carson's to frame them for the drugs stolen from the Lost and while that might not have had any bearing on what the Ballas did, at the same time if there was even a chance that any of the Ballas that Paul had ripped off for that bud got wind of it and came looking, it maybe explained why G Note was shot.

At the same time, though neither knew what the other was thinking, it also occured to the two youths that this could have also been payback for any number of the shit that Rhino had done. It didn't matter that they thought what Rhino had done to Ballas was reprehensible. It didn't matter that the women in that Ballas hood he had smoked were not affiliated. The Ballas still had cause to retaliate. Then again, it also occured to Lil King that pssibly, just maybe, since Paul had framed Carson for killing Rhino and plus with the fact that the Carson's had already dressed up like Ballas before just to snatch up Lil King and take G Note and rape her, even if they had some sick and twisted agreement with themselves and Rhino to rape her, it occured to Lil King that Carson could have a reason to ride on them now too.

Plus he had heard about the massacre that went down where Marvin Washington had been killed by some OCB so maybe this was an elaborate way to get back at them by pretending to be Ballas. It made sense. They hadn't really been hit back by the Carson's just yet. And Trey Ball and Scratch were some twisted motherfuckers. On one hand, Lil King sort of respected them cause Trey Ball's g days went back to the 70's and he had met the founder he had been the little homie to the originals. But since their hood had been at war with CGF since the late 70's he did not dare speak on said respect.

Lil King broke the silence. "So what Stretch got you doing?"

"He wants me to go hit up some Carson guys. Said we need to get payback for Rhino."

They both knew that they hated him but Lil King agreed that he probably did need to go do that to keep up apperances. He found it weird that they were sending him alone but then it made it easier to no trace it back to the hood. "You wanna come with?" Asked Paul. "Nah homie, I'm good. I had enough for one night. I'ma go see my mama and my sister. Stop by and see G Note in the morning. Pray to God. You should too..."

"I'm not really the praying type."

"I thought Indians were spiritual?"

"Most are but something about Christianity and the whole fire and brimstone thing killed it for me. I might pray to my ancestors now and then cause I could believe they care about me but if there's a creator he doesn't care about any of us. My tribes beliefs tell me he does most religions say that. Experience tells me otherwise. Why would a giant care about something that's microscopic to him?. Besides if he is real, it's not like I have to worship him to get to the other side. We don't have a hell."

"What ya'll do for the bad people? Gotta be punishment for them, right?"

Paul was about to answer but Stretch yelled, "Hey! Hurry up! I aint paying you to chit chat! Move!"

"I'll have to tell you some other time. But for now? Let's just say if there is punishment, guys like us are screwed."

"Naw, homie cause we aint evil. Neither of us is. We just bad. Bad people can change. Evil people can't. Aight stay safe..."They slapped hands and bumped shoulders. "I'll try and drop by the hospital when I'm done."

"Fo sho. Get her some flowers too. She likes lillies. I'll see you in the morning fam..."

Little did the two of them know, this would be the last time either would see each other for three years.

Later That Night...

H Bomb was doing his usual prayer. He was praying to the east bending down doing the salat. "Ya rab yaghfir li 'aelam 'anani 'ukhtat..."

(Oh lord forgive me I know that I have sinned.)

He turned his head to the left and he turned his head to the right. Despite the fact that Sway would mock his religion constantly, he never disturbed him when he was praying.

Mai

Set Up

Mai sat on the porch of the Da Nang Boyz. "Hey your pops fought for the south, right?" Asked Romeo. "Yeah. Why?"

He sighed. "I don't know. You ever feel like he fought for the wrong side?"

"I'm pretty sure Communism is pretty evil, Ro."

"Yeah but aint capitalism? Look we're out here in these streets dying every day. We're immigrants came here for a better life. Just to be blasting each other like back home. I mean that's the system we're under you know? Back in Vietnam it's not perfect but at least motherfuckers wouldn't look at me like I don't belong cause of how I look. Think about it. The Ese's think we're soft the brothas think we're model minorities and the white boys? They think we're stealing their spots in college. And you gotta realize that the Vietnam war was wrong."

"Yeah it was but you can't act like the north didn't commit some attrocities too."

"Sure but the south were seen as traitors. When it was France invading us we were united fighting back,. Same as with Japan. Ho Chi Minh was a hero but motherfuckers act like he was the worst guy on earth. Even though we won that war more of us died than them. Your pops fought for the enemy."

"My dad didn't see it like that. He didn't see himself as selling out. He was aware of how bad Russia was. He also knew what Mao did in his own country. Yeah, I know now that the Americans did us wrong. Even though we fought for the south I see that. And it would be better if France never invaded but then I might not be here. I'm 25% European myself."

"Yeah I thought you look a little mixed. Still. Who's to say you wouldn't have just been born purely Vietnamese? You can't say what would happen in an alternate timeline. That's just a big game of what if would have could have."

"But isn't that what you're doing? You're basically using the Vietnam war something you weren't even around for as a reason to blame on your failures."

"For real? Well then why are you out here with us then? You got some job in the city, right? You're a veteran too. Doesn't that mean the GI Bill unless you got a dishonorable discharge? So what the fuck are you out here slumming it with us for? Don't you got a nice ass apartment on the west side? Whatchu doing down here. Cause see me and my family we stay fighting, sister. My pops busted his ass out here and he been down with this banging shit when he couldn't take being a working stiff. My grandpa...he actually fought in that shit. And he founded this shit out here. Look, my family had to flee out here cause my grandpa? He killed as many GI motherfuckers as many Southern traitors, including Hmongs...but they still napalmed his village. He had nothing and nowhere to go. He had to immigrate. He's lucky they let him in. And I see how they looked at other Vietnamese that came here even though a lot of them were fleeing communism but they look at my grandpa the same way. Little did they know back in the day he would have been slit their throat. Bad as we are on the block? Grandpa's harder than all us."

"Well, Romeo, if you want to talk about being forced to leave a country because of the war, my family had to come here too because Saigon fell. If your grandpa had stayed he would have probably been killed in battle. If my dad had stayed he would have probably been executed as a traitor. We're the same now though. We both had to come here. But that doesn't prove that Communists are good."

"Look even if Vietnam and China aint perfect it aint all bad. You can't put it all in the same box as North Korea cause that shit goes way just capitalism versus communism, yo. They're just crazy out there. But I could say Saudi Arabia is fucked up too and they're capitalist."

"You know you're smarter than you let on you at least know about history. You could go back to school. It's not too late."

Romeo sneered folding his arms. "Yeah and it aint too late for you to stop fucking around in the hood and go back to that civilian life. Make that GI bill paper. Wasn't your tours over there enough?"

He sighed and pulled out a stack of money. "Look at these fools, man! We're dying in these streets over this shit. These motherfuckers killed people too same as us and they gained entire countries. But they get to be heroes memorized on money. You aint ever gonna see a gook's face on a dollar bill. The best we can hope for is a big turn out at the funeral. Maybe a mural on the wall. We aint Americans, girl. Our citizenship only goes back to the 60's. Doesn't matter if we were born here. We'll always be 'others' out here. And when we're gone nobody's gonna remember us."

Mai chuckled. "Maybe in a hundred years it'll be different. Maybe we'll be telling a martian my family's been here since the 1960's or the 70's and get xenophobic towards them."

Baby Face, overhearing the conversation said, "Yeah if we don't all nuke each other into the stone age."

Just then, Mao walked up the Cambodian had a stoic look on his face. "Yo we need some homegirls in on something. You down, Mai?"

"You paying?" She asked the Cambodian gang banger. "Yeah. You saved my ass from the Va Ho's. I'm paying."

"What did you have in mind?"

TV walked up swigging a 40 and he said, "It's gonna take you and Gina and Cherry. You know what? Better call your homegirl Jill. The more the merrier and with her in the mix shit'll be more convincing."

Ivan

Sins Of The Father

He had chickened out of telling Sugar what he had done with Natasha and even about doing what he had earlier today. He had asked he to have dinner with him tomorrow and she had agreed. He was on his way to Leondre's now however. He had heard something that he didn't like. He looked to see him and Stone in each other's face. "Nah what the fuck is wrong with you, L? We're murking lil kids now?!"

"Fuck you! You aint got no love for them either, fool. Matter fact when you got out the pen you were the one acting all hard and I was the nigga being reserved. Now I lost my relative. I got the right to act a fool."

"You put a child in the ground, blood! How stupid are you?! It doesn't make you look hard! I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to show the other side that we're just as raw as they are. That we don't give a fuck. But all you're really doing is giving their way they look at us legitimacy, fool. You're also making it look like to the police and even the news like maybe there is two sides to this shit after all. Like maybe they aint the only ones in the wrong. They aint hit us with no hate crime injunctions yet."

"I aint call him nothing. I don't have to. They know what they are...and any talking I need to do I do with the strap...he killed my flesh and blood I killed his."

"You know what? Out of courtesy, dog, I aint finna kill you but I talked to the brothers inside. They agreed to give me back my turf in Grove Street. OCB is gonna be split into two cliques. Grove and Covenant. I ran Grove back in the day I'ma run it again."

Ivan got in Leondre's face. "You really killed a kid? I was going to ask yiou if it's true..."

"Man fuck you, Boogeyman you aint a part of this! Aint you stuck your nose in our business enough? And your dick up in Sugar's business? Bitch don't love you. She just fucked you outta curiosity..."

"You're druk...and high..." Ivan growled. "Nah what I am is cystal fucking clear...Stone...how you gonna betray me like this? You went and talked on the phone about this shit?"

Stone looked at him. "I spoke in Swahili, dog. Look, the Army would ordinarily think your ass needs to get clipped. I convinced them not to. But don't make me regret I did some foul shit in my day and yeah I hate Vagos and Aztecas. But I aint never killed a child, man. I'm proud of that. If I die tommorow, if I go to hell and all that, I'll still feel alright cause I never killed no child. You know how the bible says you shall not murder? As in take innocent lives? You ask me the only people that are innocent in this shit is kids, man."

"Naw, Stone you getting soft. How you know that motherfucker wasn't teaching that little punk how to shoot? They start early..."

Stone walked off and said, "You know what, man? You lucky you even get to run the hood you do. Really I'm starting to think I made the wrong choice. Not by concincing em not to kill you. Just by telling them to let us split the turf. I been instituioninalized and even I aint that foul. I think you need some time off. Go to Venturas, go to Vice City. Fuck some bitches, gamble, whatever but right now the last thing the hood needs is you running around like a mad man. Yeah, I been gone and you hed it down while I was but you aint at peace with what happened to your brother and it's fucking you up. And another thing. You said Sugar don't love Boogeyman? I bet she loves him a hell of a lot more than she would if she knew what you did. Black or brown,, baby toddler, or 7, you forget she lost a child too? And that was to a Tranny nigga that was bad at aiming. What you think she'd think if she knew you smoked a child on purpose? How are you any different than those motherfuckers with face tats and machetes? And how do you know she aint found out already?"

He walked off and Leondre screamed, "Man fuck you! You aint lost a brother and you didn't care when OD died, man! You aint my homoie! You better not show up around here again. Stay in Grove Street you fucking traitor!"

Ivan told him, "Leondre...you need to calm down..."

He sat down and put his hands in his face. "I fucked up man...I don't even know how I feel about it...I just...it aint even what I done that fucked me up it's just how people look at me now..."

He sobbed and then looked at Ivan. "I'm tired of this shit...Leela's gone..OD's gone...I went too far...I'm the last in my family. You got kids? I aint got kids but I'm trying...excet now...what if I have one and somebody does the same to me? Karma and shit..."

"I'm an atheist. I don't believe in karma...actually...well...I'm not atheist anymore...I've been looking into Epsilon..."

"That cult...?"

"You wouldn't understand...anyway I don't know what they would say about forgivness for something like this...maybe karma is real after all. Or maybe what I think I saw...was just an illusion of a dying mind. I don't know. But what I can say is this. If you know what you did is wrong...and you raise your child up right...if you have one...you can teach him better than you were taught. Get him out of this neighborhood. I understand that a lot of people want to fix up the ghetto instead of leaving it and I understand this sentiment but ex gang bangers probably should not have any part of it. It should be law abiding citizens with no gang affiliations who do that. It's either that or gentrification. I know my enemy and my enemy is capitalism so I know what comes next for places like this if there isn't a change. They're doing it all the time in Liberty City. Anyway, teach your son not to do what you've done. Tell him about the conflicts here and on the street. But help him understand. Whether it was a rag ort skin...these wars...they lost you two siblings. If I had a child I would not want them involved with the Bravta. The truth is I probably won't have descendents either. And that's probably a good thing."

"Me and this girl from Strawberry...remember the fine ass one with the banging titties?" He said, "I believe so. The one from when we attacked Carson?"

"Yeah...look, fuck what I said out there earlier man. We're brothers you and me. You and me we got revenge for Leela, dog. I don't know how I'll ever be able to explain what I did to Sugar but...I don't know maybe I never can...but she's gotta have heard it by now."

"I've done something I'm not proud of either..." Leondre asked him, "What?" Ivan paused. "Come on, man I'm dying out here. Tell me."

"I...fucked another woman. Grisha's sisters..." Leondre's eyes widened. "That's pretty big, dude. What if Grisha finds out? As for Sugar man...she's been through some shit she aint no punk she's known to snap but deep down she's sensitive you might just break her heart...guess we both fucked up."

"I don't agree with what you've done. But I've killed more children than you have. Granted it was accidental...well...on purpose...and an accident."

Leondre was in tears. "How do you accidentally kill somebody and do it on purpose at the same time?"

Ivan sat down next to him. Me and my friend Vasily...we were in the Air Force back home in the 90's. This one day we had to fly over hostile air space. Some Chechnayan rebels had been shooting down helicopters in the area. It was a hot spot for terrorist activity. So one night we fly by and drop the worst kinds of ordinance you can imagine. And it's true there were about twenty five insurgents in the area. But there were also women and children, families who wanted no part of the war. Babies blasted apart ...tiny arms in their cribs and very other part of them blown up..." Ivan's voice choked in his throat. "Old women...impaled by debris...little children...on fire..."

He looked at Leondre's shocked face. "So it wasn't intended...that we would kill innocent civilians but we had a mission. We knew the possibility of collateral damage was huge. But we figured we'd be saving lives by killing them. It's one thing to know that you could hit innocent bystanders...it's another thing to see it..."

Leondre looked at Neto. "How did you see it though after the fact?"

Ivan was about to answer when he heard the screech of tires. An automatic went off and and three OCB members dropped. "Shit..." Ivan grabbed his Mararov and returned fire. A few more cars pulled up and blue clad gang members were spraying up the streets and Leondre got his Handgun ready as well a Walther P99. "I knew it! You see this shit?! These Ass Takers won't let me sleep!" Ivan drew down and fired at one of them, a bald cholo with a dark blue rag around his face and he hit him with a headshot. "Ivan come on I got bigger straps inside!"

They went in and he handed Ivan an AK-47 and took one for himself. Ivan came out to see four more OCB members drop. Leondre fired striking a female Azteca in the chest with eleven rounds. Ivan took some rounds in the chest himself and fell over. A bulky man of aboput 5'8 fired and struck Leondre in the chest with the remainder of his magazine. It wasn't that many rounds maybe four at most as the guy had already dropped some OCB soldiers but Leondre fell over in the grass bleeding. "Shit..." Ivan looked up to see a half Chicana and half Colombian woman with lighter brown hair and a nose piercing wearing a black midriff top and blue jeans and a teal bandanna around her forehead aiming a Smith & Wesson SW Model 7 SMG at his face.

"Wrong place wrong time..." He heard a familiar voice, "Hold on, Esa..." Ivan looked to see Neto. "What the fuck...what are you doing?!" He saw a muscular half Chicano and half Mexican man and he saw a Yaqui Mexican woman. He also saw a middle aged Mexican woman he didn't recognize. "Ivan...you gotta take a walk, bro. This is the motherfucker that shot mi carnal's son. He's gotta pay for this shit!"

"Wait...you could have just shot me...you're willing to kill me too?"

"If you were hit it was cause you were shooting back but I didn't pull the trigger if that's what you were asking...Ivan, go home. Sugar's not here I know you care about her. Go stay with her or go back to the canton and chill with Mai. Go..."

Ivan stood up getting in the way. "You'll have to go through me. I told him about what I did in Chechnya. I'm no better than he is..."

"Baba Yaga what the fuck are you talking about homes?! What you did back there was an accident. It was beyond your control."

The woman that Ivan did not recognize kicked Leondre in the side and he grunted. "YOU KILLED MY BABY! YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Big Demon grabbed Leondre dragging him by the throat and shoved him into his own house. Ivan went to go and stop him but Neto grabbed him. Meanwhile, more OCB members that lived up the street were coming to try and stop the Aztecas. Nata and Gata, and Chela and Dimples and several cholos rmed with Assault Rifles, Shotguns, Handguns and SMG's shot it out with the OCB.

Ivan tried to help but Neto still held on. Ivan yelled, "Let me go!" He drove an elbow into Neto's face. Neto held his lip bleeding. "You're picking a child murdeer over me? You're picking a child murdfere over a child? Did you forget I was a father? Who had his child die the exact same way? Didn't Sugar lose a son? What the fuck is wrong with you, homes?!"

Ivan went for his gun to try and go in and help. Neto got him in a headlock. "Stop!" Ivan drove his elbow into him again and tried to hit him with the butt of the gun. Neto grabbed the Rifle and wrestled it from his hands. Neto cold cocked Ivan knocking him back. Ivan fell over dazed staring up at the night sky. He got up spitting blood andput his fists up. "Ive been through enough shit today! I almost lost my life! I lost a friend today!" He screamed. He threw a punch at Neto who caught his arm and flipped him to the ground and followed up with a strike to the jaw. "Stay down, Ivan! This isn't your fight!"

Ivan tried to focus more. He threw a left hook that was a fake and Neto easily evaded but Ivan followed up with a right hook and caught him in the side of the face.

Meanwhile, Demon forced Leondre's pants down and pulled out a pocket knife. "You know what I heard, puto? While I know the puecos are out there looking for the tinto that shot my son? I also hear you're out there in Strawberry with some hood rat trying to have a legacy of your own. Do you know how ironic that is?"

"Fuck you! It aint like ya'll ever just have one baby! You'll be fine."

"Wrong answer. I could have her killed too but unlike you, I'd rather go straight to th pendejo who does me wrong. Understand that I didn't kill your hermano for no reason. I wouldn't even know he existed if he hadn't shot Tiny. If you'd had that much of a problem with it, you could have killed me. Oh bit don't get me wrong you gotr revenge and it was cold. You broke me..."His voice cracked and his eyes watered. "But you fucked up. You should have killed me too..."

With that he forced down the wounded Baller's pants and boxers and he said, "You know...it's a trip what you can find out online...just Eye Finding shit que no? Some people can learn how to become a minister online...kind of cheapens the whole thing if you ask me. But me? I learned how to do vasectomies, puto..."

He sliced into his ballsack and Leondre screamed like a pig in a slaughterhouse. He bled like one too. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER! AHHHHHHHHH! JESUS HELP ME!" Big Demon got a sadistic grin. "Now you know why they call me Demon, puto. I'm gonna torture your sorry ass and the hell I send you to will be like heaven when I'm done with you..." Two Azteca males came in and helped hold him down. There was enough to hold off the Ballas. Both sides had set up blockades with cars and shot at each other.

He cut the OCB leaders vas deferens from each testicle. He shreiked and shook. "You better not move too much or I might just cut an artery..."

Finally after a lot of cutting and blood he chuckled. "Glad I got gloves on. I think I'm still gonna wash my hands when I get home...just to be safe..."

With that, he stood up and Demon aimed his Assault Rifle at him. Just then, his wife stopped him. "No!" He looked at her. "Por que?"

"This piece of shit took our baby...I blamed you at first Sionne...this lifestyle is no good...but this time I know it's not your fault...even if I know that Foga's death could have been avoided...but that's between you and him...you'll have to anwer to God for that. But I know you'd never hurt a child. You're a good father. But him? He denied our son a chance at a life."

"I'm sorry..." Whimpered Leondre. Demon growled. "No you're not. You just don't want to die!"

She got out some thread and needles. "Mija what the fuck are you doing? Don't touch his balls!"

"It's not klike that..besides if I'm a petrolera for touching a eunuch then you're a fag for touching them."

"At least put some gloves on..."

She was given a pair by one of the Aztecas and she began to sew him up. "AHHH SHIT!" Screamed Leondre. She gritted her teeth. "I'm doing this becuause I'm not a nurse but I know how to stitch shit up. You'll still need to go to the hospital but this could maybe stop you from dying. Truth is, whether you live or die, you aint having kids."

Leondre was getting pale. One of the Aztecas laughed. "Look vato he;'s turning white...hahaha."

She slapped him as he looked like h would pass out. He had blurry vision. "You're not going to die today. But this isn't me having mercy on you. This is a worse punishment for you. You get to live the rest of your life knowing you'll never be able to have kids. And it's your fault. I didn't do this to you. You did this to you. Deathj would be too easy. Whether you die in an alley a year from now or an old man or next week, your bloodline will die with you."

"No..." Leondre groaned hoarsely."

Meanwhile, Neto and Ivan were slugging it out. Both men had blood on their faces. Neto had the upper hand initially but now Ivan was more focused. He caught a punch from Neto and he drove his knee into him, flipped him to the ground and kicked him in the chest winding the cholo. Ivan's nose bled but he ignored it for now. "YOU STAY DOWN! I'M NOT LOSING ANOTHER FRIEND!" He heard Leondre scream and he scooped up his Rifle. Neto weakly got to his feet trying to breath. He tackled Ivan but Ivan grabbed him and though his Rifle fell, he threw Neto against the fence and kicked him in the chest and followed up with a left blow to the jaw. Neto hit the fence hard. Ivan tried to go back for his Rifle but the way the two had wrestled, the magazine had come out. "Shit...fucking asshole..."

Neto weakly got up again. It wasn't a matter of beating Ivan. He needed to keep him from getting into the house and at this rtate he couldn't do that by keeping at him head on. Even when Neto would get in his licks, even when they were on equal ground, and when he managed to not fall into Ivan's grapplres, he noticed they were getting closer to being inside the house. Neto saw Ivan had dropped his Makarov in the fight too. He grabbed it. As Ivan was putting his magazine in his Rifle and was about to aim at Demon, Gata and Nata saw this and were about to try and shoot Ivan. Ivan stepped in the doorway and into the house. He knew he had only a second to act. Either the two cholas would riddle him full of rounds and his body armor was no longer any good after having already taken slugs or Ivan would kill Demon. He pistol whipped the ex KGB agent from behind.

Ivan hit the ground face first hard, dazed. He rolled around to try and defend himself but Neto punched him in the face, once twice, three times. Ivan kicked him in the stomach and tried to spring for the door. "NO!" Neto punched him in the back of the head however and put him in a headlock. "Stop!" Neto yelled. "Let me go! They're mutilating him..." Neto told him, "Not until you calm down...if you want to make the shit you've done right...you need to let this happen..."

"No..." Ivan groaned as his air supply was cut off. Finally, Demon and his wife finished the procedure. Neto let him go and Ivan gasped for air. "Now you can go..." The wife turned to Ivan. "We didn't kill him. We just gave him a surgery to remember us by. I suggest you get him to the hospital. I did the best I could but I'm not a registered doctor. That was amature and he's lost a lot of blood. But he should have enough time for you to get him to the Central LS emergency room."

"This isn't over..."Ivan said as he carried Leondre who had passed out from the pain. "You're fucking right it's not. You shot some of my soldados. I'll give you a pass today cause Santa Muerte spoke up for you as a friend. But next time? That's off the table. Get this piece of shit outta here...you know, Paul almost killed him once. You gonnaa try and fight him too?"

Ivn glared at Neto. "We aren't friends."

"You know what, homes? You said you lost a friend today? I guess I lost two today. You cause you fucking sided with this asshole...and Paul. We had a misunderstanding...nowhere near this amount of shit but he still is pissed enough at me to move out."

"Good. You're driving everybody apart..."

"I aint the one that defended a child killer. I'd love to see you explain that shit to Sugar. People think I'm the most evil motherfucker they ever met. I thought I was too. But you know what? You are, homes. No actually, Leondre is but you're worse than me..."

"And you're a coward...you couldn't beat me so you hit me with my gun?"

"It wasn't about beating you. I could have killed you. Or let my homegirls do it. It was about stopping you. And as for hitting you from behind some call it cowardly. I call it pragmatic, leva. Don't act like you KGB fuckers never did sneak attacks to win a fight."

Neto panted. "Yeah you know I lost you as a friend but I aint sure we ever were friends. But you lost your homeboy that got killed earlier, I aint your friend, and you're gonna lose Sugar when she finds out the kind of people you side with."

With that, he left and Ivan got Leondre into the car trying to get him to the ER before he bled out.

12 Hours Later

Neto had gotten high after what had gone down. He did it in Ivan's room. He didn't care. He hadn't been back yet and Mai wasn't here either. Paul's stuff had been moved out Neto was depressed that it had gone that far. He watched the news.

"Weazel News with your crime update. Police are still searching for any leads in the whereabouts of the suspects involved in the shooting at the Crystal Heights Housing Projects in which multiple casualties from both sides of the rival street gangs the Families and the Ballas were killed including a notorious gang member and suspected sex trafficker Marvin Washington."

They then showed a new news story on the subject of the shooting between Russian rival factions up in the Hills. He got a call on the landline. "Hello?"

He listened to what they had to say. "What? SHIT...yeah...I'll be there as soon as I can..what? A lawyer? Fuck..."

He got off the phone and dialed Mai the only person he wasn't beefing with. It rang until it went to voicemail. "Shit! Mai, I need you to call me back. Paul just got shot today and they said he's gonna be arrested for something in the Carson neighborhood. We gotta get him bail money. Call me back...or just meet me at Mount Zonah..."

He tried to decide if he should call Ivan but thought, Fuck that punk.

New Arcadia

December, 2014

Marcus walked into his home and he heard gunfire. He walked in to see Jimmy decapitated on the ground and Dave and Eddy lay next to him with bullet wounds in their entire bodies. Ed's brains leaked out of his exposed skull while Dave's right eyeball hung on just barely. His heart began to pound when he saw Ana being gang raped by members of ran to her. "No! Hang on..." He was disturbed by the fact that she was moaning like she enjoyed it all though also like she didn't want it as she was penetrated anally and vaginally.A tattooed gang member got ready to put himself in her mouth. He fired his Handgun. He didn't know where he got it from. He killed each of them but it was too late. She had died in his arms. Lee was wounded himself from having taken on the Salvadorans a gunshot wound in his stomach. "They got Bucky, brother..."

He said with tears in his eyes. He looked to see a faceless figure go to the fridge. He had no face but he could tell he was a Vago. Mark watched him grab Jimmy's severed head from the fridge which was set up like a turkey on Thanksgiving. He removed the Applre from his mouth that for whatever reason, was there and he put Jimmy's head on his own so that he finally had a face. "What's the matter, brother? Nothing to say?" Asked the head thief.

He came to another room where he saw Neto holding a knife to Allison's throat. "Let her go!" Neto replied, "Trade me your life for hers."

"I will. Just let her go."

Neto grinned and slit her throat anyway. "I believe in having your cake and eating it too."

"NOOO!"" He threw a punch at Neto's face hitting him right in the jaw. It didn't seem to do damage and as it landed, Mark's fist felt weak as it hit him as though he were an ant and Neto was omnipotent. Suddenly, he looked to see Ernesto and Miguel coming behind Lee. "WATCH OUT!" Ernesto fired two shots from his .44 into Lee's back. The BSU member's mouth dropped open. Suddenly, Lee put a broomstick against Lee's neck and with a twist, broke it.

He took a swing at them but they suddenly vanished as did Neto. He looked to see the Apostles with Martin and his wife on their knees blindfolded and gagged as Doom fired shooting the blonde in the back and Queen shot his brother. Victor and Miller at on the couch with purple skin. "Hey, Mark. How's it going? What's new with you? Not that I'd know... as you can see we've been outta the loop. How's the crew?" Asked Miller. Victor looked at him with empty eye sockets. "I hope it was worth it brother. We'll be here waiting for you."

He woke up sweating and his heart pounded. "Fuck..." He needed a shower.

After showering he put on a suit getting ready to attend the funeral of the OG that had been gunned down. He hoped it wouldn't be no drama from the Apostles after what had already happened but he knew the New Arcadia Police Department would be deep there and the Carcer gang would be stupid to try. Just then, a pigeon with a piece of paper landed next to him. It seemed to approach him. As if it wanted him to take the note. Some considered pigeons rats with wings but sometimes Mark fed them. They weren't his favorite animal per say but he didn't hate them enough to shoot them like a lot of people did. He took it. It read, You can't kill me even if I'm not Death. Revelations 9:6. Mark's eyebrows raised at this.

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He smirked. It wasn't just a matter of having an enemy who was not only good at fighting or with tactics. He was into cryptic and nuanced messages. He wondered if indeed this was Neto or maybe it wasn't. Perhaps it was the same man who marked Jimmy. That's it for this chapter I hope you enjoyed just reached the 50 chapter milestone and the Series A funding heist is done. Poor Trevor can't catch a break. I mean you would think his instincts would tell him to not meet that guy before but at least it was enough to not fall for it. I thought in the cutscene they'd show somebody giving the Impotent Rage statue as a gift but I guess not he just has them but I figured if any of my four protagonists are like Trevor it's Neto so who better to give him a gift that appears in GTA V?

As far as what Neto sent to Mark that's something Zilla can reference and maybe try and figure out why Neto sent it and what he meant. I had to look up just how carrier pigeons work and how it is is they go back and forth to places they know food is. They can go long distances but still given the distance between LS and New Arcadia (Los Angeles and New Orleans) Mark probably has to wonder just how close or how far away from did Neto send that?

As far as the phone call that was something Zilla meant to have happen but instead had me do it cause he forgot.

As for Aisha she is visually based on nautori norton from Power I didn't realize she was a musician before also Ace is based on Tyrese Gibson he is from Watts and what's funny is there is so,me video where he was acting like a super crip and dudes with him were like calm down. He is from Watts though.

So we say goodbye to Andrei but honestly it's about time the Markovich family took a loss. As for Mai what do you think she's gonna be up to? As for what Ivan called Ramy a Zyid that's like saying Yid in Russian.

And as for G Note I'm undecided on whether she will survive or not. Either way, Paul will be in prison so that was the last time he'll see her. As far as H Bomb I wanted to expand on his moral dilemna between his faith and gang allegiance much like his visual basis BG Knocc Out. Plus with the songs that Lil King was riding on the Ballas too versus what Big Sway and H Bonb were playing as they both rode on the Ballas I wanted it to sort of represent their mentality and in a way kind of their age too but the song Lil Ass Gee represents more the starting out point while Casket Drops points out the in too deep stages of gang banging.

Where do you stand with what was done to Leondre? Do you think Ivan was right to stand by him and do you think his reasoning behind it was good enough or was it too different? And no he didn't die he made it to the hospital but does Leondre have nine lives or does Leondre have nine lives? And as for who shot Paul in the first chapters if you look back to a previous chapter where Paul helped Lil King plus he met two Families members named Flash and Lil Banks like i said one of those guys is the one that shot him. And obviously Stretch and Gerald set him up.

Also what do you think Ivan should do should he tell her about what he did killing Evsei, and losing Andrei or should he tell her everything and do you think she will be understanding since it's technically been friends with benefits or do you see her as being hurt by him? I also wanted to show Stone taking a stand and having that conversation with Leondre cause in a way their roles have kind of switched.

And the scene where Ace fired on that East Side Baller was from a music video Strange by DK Toon in which two Bloods kill a crip by shooting him while he's carrying a juig of liquid i couldn't tell what it was it looks like it might have been gasoline but putting it in a juig instead of a gas can was weird he could have been siphoning but they didn't show him doing that anyway it's a fucked up way to go cause booze is flammable yet in gangster flicks when we see dudes with 40's shot through the bottle they don't ignite.

Also what Andrei said about a woman who challenges your mind and makes you better it's a reference to Oleg in SR 3 who Andrei is based on and how he sees Kinzie. That also reminds me initially I wasn't gonna have her be in this but then I could always probably use another hacker for Neto's side in addition to Lester in this war Neto has Lester Mai has Paige. And all though I don't want Kinzie to be in this per say I want to go with the actress I could most easily see playing her it's Melissa Rauch from big bang theory. so yeah I don't know when or ig but IF I decide to have her on here in the aftermath of Andrei being shot, it'd be her. Noty as Kinzie but as the Kinzie type.

And the scene with H Bomb praying after what he did is based on that scene where Salim is praying for forgivness in Slumdog Millionaire.

Anyway until next time