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.

53. For Life

Ivan

As he got back to Davis he approached Sugar. She wore a black blouse and blue apple bottom jeans. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, She was putting has in her car which was a purple Pheonix. "I'm sorry..." He told her. "I didn't...know about what happened. I wasn;'t there. I only found out what Leondre did later..."

"You don't get it do you?" She said as she pulled her Glock 19 from her purse and he heard the click clack sound of it as she pointed it at him. "Even if that's true it doesn't matter. The fool that shot my son? He maybe aint mean to do it or maybe he did. Cause there's niggas out there in Davis Neighborhood Families that just want to hurt me. But they got boys that didn't kill my son. People from the other side that was there. Should I forgive them too? You ride with a baby killer you're no better than a baby killer!"

He told her, "Finish pumping your gas. Let's go for a drive. When you're done just hear me out. I'll tell you my side of things. If you want you can kill me yourself after that. You have every right to be angry with me. We'll go somewhere secluded where you won't be caught."

"You're crazy! And stupid. You don't want to die. You're just trying to find your dad. That's all it's about for you. He may not even be alive but you don't care who gets hurt as long as you get what you want."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but you realize you're talking about the son of an Azteca? Somebody from the other side. Do you know what the Aztecas think about people from Covenant Avenue?"

"It doesn't matter! We don't all think the same they probably don't all think the same way either. And from what I know about their OG he wouldn't kill a child no matter what! You just don't get it. Leondre was my dog. To find out he was involved in that shit? Drugs or not, grief or not...I mean what the fuck, Ivan? My child was killed my CHILD and you don't see me using that as an excuse to just go and kill somebody else's child. Now maybe...MAYBE after the fact I thought about shooting their families up but only if they were grown. And even with that I didn't do it."

Just then, a large imposing black male with light brown skin and a tear drop tattoo a shaved head wearing a purple and white varsity jacket and a Boars cap on and baggy blue jeans approached with two other men, one a darker skinned man with dreadlocks wearing a black wife beater and gray baggy jeans, the other a man who's skintone was intermediate between the two wearing a checkered purple and black shirt and baggy blue jeans. They all smelled of weed. "Yo Suge, is this peckerwood bothering you?"

She turned to him and said, "I got it handled, Roscoe. We good."

"You sure? Cause we can handle this fool for ya..." Stated the man in the 90's style shirt. Ivan recognized they were from East Side by the Brogue Avenue tattoos. "We're having a conversation. It's not your business. Fuck off."

Ivan, all though he was a man of deadly skills, wondered if he made the wrong move saying that. It was true he was on edge after what had hapened to Mai and having fought with Neto. But he was supposed to be a better tactician thamn that. Even if he was a deadlier shooter, this was still their neighborhood and he didn't need to be getting into shootouts at the gas station. After all, even if he knew he could easily take these three down before they got a shot off at him, it would also put Sugar in between the shooting and sure she was a de facto lover but she was also a Baller and even if East Side was not her hood, she was supposed to back them up if an invader started trouble.

"The fuck you say?" The bulky leader demanded revealing the 9mm tucked up under his shirt. Ivan pulled his Makarov out. "You like American? I prefer Russian..." The dread locked gangster sneered saying, "Then take your ass outta here and run that game on some Russian girl, fool. Those bitches be BBC addicts you don't see me all up in your neighborhoods though disrespecting like that..."

Ivan reached for his zipper. "You want to see mine? BWC's exist too." The gang member reacted in disgust. "Man, I don't want to see that shi! What are you a fag?" Asked the dread locked gangster. Ivan chuckled and then put his other hand on his weapon. "Fine, we'll stick to my harder steel..."

Ivan readied his pistol and they readied theirs. The gangster in the checkered shirt shook his head. "You don't want it with us, blood. Think it through. It's eyes all over this gas station and I got my niggas just a stones throw away if shit pops off. You might get one or two of us. Maybe even three if you lucky and that aint happening but if you do you still gonna have a gang of more riders coming through to get to dumping on your ass. This is your last chance. Walk away."

"Guys, I got this...he was just leaving. We're gonna talk but I can handle myself..." She looked at Ivan with a scowl and then, referring to his offer said, "If it comes down to it, I'll shoot him myself. I'll catch ya'll later. Just do me this solid. Please..."

The bald headed OG sneered putting his piece away. "Russian pistols got nothing on the millimeter homie. Them walls came down. We give you a pass just this once but you a long way from Hove Beach, patna. Remember that."

He got into her car. They drove off. She made it clear he was not to talk until they got to where they were going. Raton Canyon was where they were headed and it was a long four hour drive. She kept her Handgun trained on him the whole time. It was dark and she told him, "Okay...you wanted to talk... so talk..."

He sighed. "Okay...in order for me to tell you..about why I stood by Leondre even though he did what he did...you would have to understand what me and Vasily did...after the Soviet Union fell...the KGB became . Federal'naya sluzhba bezopasnosti the Federal Security Service. We played a major role in the 2002 Chechen Civil War. I was given a job after the Union fell and we mostly focused on the civil war...I temporally put my intelligence duties on hold to fight in the Air Force. I ended up flying missions over Dagestan, Chechnya, and Georgia. A lot of planes ended up getting shot down."

Vedeno Gorge, Chechnya

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September 6, 1999

Ivan was flying above the mountains in an Sukhoi Su-24. They were going to be bombing a camp full of rebels. Thre Russian Republic of Dagestan had been invaded by the Islamic International Peacekeeping Brigade. This had been the start of the war.

"Mat' medved', kakov tvoy status?"

(Mother bear, what is your status?) He was contacted by the base.

"My nad Emiratami."

(We're over the Emirates.)

He looked down to see what he could observe despite the darkness. "Sushchestvuyet pryamougol'noye zdaniye. Vozmozhnyye deystviya modzhakhedov-vragov."

(There is a rectangular building. Possible operations of Mujahideen hostiles.)

"Podtverdite, chto vy ne mozhete strelyat', poka ne uvidite glaza na eto pryamougol'noye zdaniye, kotoroye my podozrevayem, chto eto prosto mechet' v etot moment."

(Confirm, you are not clear to fire until you have eyes on that rectangular building we suspect it's just a mosque at this point.)

"Kopirovat'. Ne yasno, chtoby strelyat', poka my ne poluchim vashe razresheniye," Replied Ivan.

(Copy. Not clear to fire until we have your permission.)

Another private, Mikhail Agapov, a man with blonde hair and blue eyes and pink skin was up there with a gunship of his own.

"U menya yest' glaza na zapadnoy storone mecheti"

(I have eyes on the west side of the mosque)

"My v shesti milyakh otsyuda," Ivan added. (We are six miles out)

Meanwhile

Vasily was on the ground and had infiltrated the group. He was posing as a Chechen national as he could speak fluent Chechan as well as Russian and his Chechen accent had a touch of Gronzy to it. He was talking to one of the Mujahideen leaders, a man of Caucasian descent with pale skin black hair a a black beard and brown eyes. He was wearing a . He was named Borya Basayev. he was aged 24. Next to him was an older man with a snow white beard a jihadist of Georgian ancestry standing at six feet tall wearing a black Chokha. The older man's name he was not yet sure of.

While Ivan had temporarily left the Security Service to join the Air Force due to his love of airplanes, Vasily had maintained his job and was part of operations to try and infiltrate the subversive movements. They had not had much luck but luckily he had some credibility and a good spy always told the truth when the situation called for it. One of the men that was wanted dead or alive was Borya himself. He had been involved in the Georgian-Abkhazian conflict, the Nagorno-Karabakh War and the First Chechen War.

He had distant Russian ancestry but was primarily Chechan. "Tak. Petr Ivanov. Vy iz Rossii, da? Pochemu ty seychas predal svoyu stranu za nas? Vy prodali nam oruzhiye, chtoby pomoch' borot'sya s Rossiyey." Asked the old man.

(So. Petar Ivanov. You are from Russia, yes? Why do you betray your country for us now? You have sold us guns to help take the fight to Russia.)

" YA byl odnim iz mnogikh Sovetov, kotoryye pereshli na afganskuyu storonu. Togda ya byl podverzhen slovu Bozh'yemu. YA vse yeshche izuchal yego. YA pomog im srazhat'sya. Togda Soyuz upal. YA dumal, chto eto podarok ot Boga. YA ponyal, chto dazhe pri tsare nam bylo luchshe. Yedinstvennoye pravitel'stvo, boleye zloye, chem tot, iz kotorogo ya rodom, - eto Soyedinennyye Shtaty. Vy schitali, chto Sovetskiy Soyuz plokh? Vy dolzhny vstretit' nekotorykh amerikantsev. Moya strana ... YA lyublyu yeye, no ona vse vremya korrumpirovana. Bludnitsa dlya drugikh ideologiy. Pervyy marksizm, a teper' i kapitalizm. Oni unichtozhili nashu stranu. Oni snova nachnut eto delat', yesli byvshiye Sovety prodolzhali upravlyat' etoy stranoy."

(I was one of many Soviets who defected to the Afghan side. I was exposed to the word of God back then. I was still studying it. I helped them fight. Then the Union fell. I thought it was a gift from God. I realized that even under the Czar we were better off. The only government more evil than the one I come from is the United States. You thought the Soviet Union was bad? You should meet some Americans. My country..I love her but she is becoming corrupted every single way. A whore for other ideologies. First Marxism and now Capitalism. They destroyed our country. They'll destroy it again if ex Soviets continue to run this country. )

"Znachit, ty vse eto govorish', chtoby skazat' chto?" Asked a man who was Saudi born named Ibn Al Mahdi. He was thirty years old and had a thick black beard that would put a member of the Angels Of Death to shame. He was just as much a target as Borya. He had fought in the Soviet-Afghan War, Tajikistan Civil War, Bosnian War the First Chechen War and now

(So you're saying all of this to say what?)

" YA mogu rodit'sya grazhdaninom Rossii, no v Islame ne sushchestvuyet nikakikh stran, krome Islama. Po nashey vere my vyrovneny. Ne strana."

( I may be born a citizen of Russia but in Islam there are no nations that matter except for Islam. It is by our faith that we are aligned. Not country.)

Borya spoke on Vasily's behalf. "On sredi veruyushchikh. Iz etogo ya uveren. Peteru mozhno doveryat'."

(He is among the believers. Of this I am certain. Petar can be trusted.)

The old man grunted but then said, "Poydem ... my budem gotovy k reydu. U nas yest' nebol'shaya komnata, gde my sokhranili oruzhiye s vashey posledney partii."

(Come...we will get ready for the raid. We have a small room where we kept the weapons from your last shipment. )

"Moya poslednyaya otgruzka? Nedostatochno oruzhiya dlya ataki takogo masshtaba. Vy khotite izgnat' Federalov iz etikh zemel', da? Vam nuzhno bol'she, chem eto.

(My last shipment? There isn't enough weapons to mount an attack of that magnitude. You want to expel the Federals from these lands, yes? You will need more than this.)

Ibn disagreed. "Boyus', u nas net vremeni na eto, brat. My dolzhny idti za nimi seychas. My vyigrali pervuyu voynu, no eti vlastnyye sobaki ne vyuchili svoy urok," He said running a hand through his beare.

(I am afraid we do not have time for this, brother. We must go after them now. We won the first war but these imperious dogs have not learned their lesson.)

Vasily followed them into the mosque as he was told to. "Ne volnuysya, Petar. U nas men'she chisel, no u nas yest' Allakh na nashey storone. Vot pochemu my vyigrali v pervyy raz, i imenno poetomu my snova pobedim. Eto snova voyna s Rossiyey v Afganistane. Oni tozhe ne vyuchili svoy urok desyat' let nazad. Ili tri. Ochen' legko bombit' ni v chem ne povinnykh afganskikh zhenshchin i detey daleko, no ne tak legko vspomnit', chto veruyushchiye byli v Vostochnoy Yevrope v techeniye dlitel'nogo vremeni," Assured Borya.

(Do not worry, Petar. We have less numbers but we have Allah on our side. That is why we won the first time and this is why we will win again. This is just the Russian Afghanistan war again. They did not learn their lesson ten years ago either. Or three. It is very easy to bomb innocent Afghan women and children far away but it's no so easy to remember that the believers have been in Eastern Europe for a long time.)

It was of course, true that they had taken about twelve mountain villages with just 2000 militants in Tsumadi and Botlik. They had also been shooting down a number of Russian aircrafts. Chechen, Dagestani, Arab and international mujahideen had been the ones who comprised the majority of the 2000 militants. They had of course, been using Thermobaric weapons against the Russian Air Force. Vasily knew Ivan was up there somewhere so what he was about to do was of importance not only on the basis of the mission and their fatherland but also their friendship. Vasily saw several men handling the Assault Rifles, Sniper Rifles, Surface To Air missile Launcher and a few Anti Material Rifles that Vasily had supplied them. He was grateful they had not used them yet. There was enough for a small army. Certainly enough for 2000 militants.

It was rumored that they had as many as 10,000 militants now and while it was not likely that his weapons that he had made a lot of money from both officially on his mission and unofficially was enough to arm all 10,000 men if there really were that many, this certainly was enough of a stockpile to arm more than half of them. He had been arming them since August 10. Weekly they did weapon deals which meant somebody wealthy had to be funding them. But of course he also knew that even if what he had here could only arm 5 maybe 6 out of 10 men, the fuel-air explosives they had used to shoot down aircrafts would surely be enough to make up for the rest of them. Plus whatever weapons Al Mahdi and his men had before Vasily came into the country had been enough for them to seize Tando.

All though there were plenty of them inside this room where Muslims normally would cleanse themselves before shalat, he had heard rumors of men up in the mountain, names he had heard of but never been acquainted with who had RPO-A Shmel's and had used them against the Federal air force. If this was true, that would make this the first use of such weapons in this area. It was a bad situation. Not even the first Chechan War had this occur in the mountains all though plenty of aircraft had been shot down in the first war too but that had happened in the cities.

He wasted no time. He retrieved his SR1M handgun, and as the old man turned to see him with the pistol in his face, Vasily wasted no time. He pulled the trigger shooting the old man in his left eyebrow the gray eyebrow soon burned by the bullet and the hairs turned red with his blood and brain matter. The other militants, about seven in total, fired at Vasily cursing in Chechan. Vasily snatched one of the flares and ran as fast as he could exiting the mosque. There were several civilians who had been in there praying who also fled when they heard shooting.

He set off the flare and tossed it before ducking behind a jeep as Borya and Ibn fired their Kalishnokov's at him. "Ty, sukin syn! YA sobirayus' vyrezat' tvoye otstupnichestvo! YA znal, chto ty ne iz nas!" Screamed the Saudi.

(You son of a bitch! I am going to cut your apostate heart out! I knew you were not one of us! )

"YA ne znayu, pochemu saudity prikhodyat v Kavkazskiy region, vyzyvaya problemy. Vy zhivete v odnoy iz samykh bogatykh grebanykh stran na zemle, i vam vse ravno udastsya yeye isportit'! Navernoye, eto to, chto sdelayet ideologiya nazad, da?"

(I don't know why Saudis come to the Caucasus region causing problems. You live in one of the richest fucking countries on earth and you still manage to fuck it up! I guess that is what belonging to a backwards ideology will do, yes?)

Borya screamed, "Ubey etu federal'nuyu sobaku!"

(Kill that federal dog!)

Vasily returned fire striking down a second militant with five shots to the chest. Vasily looked up at the skies. "Davay, Ivan ... davay ..."

(Come on, Ivan. Come on...)

Ivan

He got the go ahead. "YA vizhu vspyshku vnizu. Pryamo za mecheti. Pokhozhe, chto obstrel obmenivayetsya..."

(I see a flare down below. Right outside the mosque. It looks like gunfire is being exchanged.)

A second flare was then set off and Ivan realized what this meant. "Materinskiy medved', nash tovarishch na zemle podtverdil, chto mechet' - eto mestonakhozhdeniye modzhakhedov i ukrytiye. Vy ponyatny."

(Mother bear, our comrade on the ground has confirmed the mosque is the location of a mujahideen stockpile and hideout. You are clear to engage. )

Ivan let off the payload and watched as the blast went down to the mosque below. He hoped Vasily had gotten clear. The mosque went up like a Christmas tree. "Tsel' neytralizovana..."

(Target is neutralized)

He wondered if Vasily had managed to kill or capture the two main militants while he was down there.

2013

"I got shot down that day...and I saw...I saw what happened in that mosque. We killed seven out of nine militants that day. All for some fucking weapons we sold them in the first place for the intention of a sting. But thirty one people were inside that mosque...we had to fight for our lives that day...me and Vasily both...I couldn't believe they shot my plane down either. You see...Vasily said that many aircrafts were shot down in Afghanistan by the Taliban but never an SU-24. So these people were getting better at tactics. I hated those people that were trying to repel Federal Forces. Even with the Soviet Union gone I had a sense of national pride and these were traitrors putting their religion over their country. We were supposed to be secular. Just like your country...but then I saw dead children as young as five. I saw a child...who had lost his head... saw a mother who had her baby with her...both of them...lying bloody next to each other...not even death could separate them..." A tear rolled down Ivan's cheek. "The worst part? Is that while Vasily did execute a veteran terrorist invader, Ibn Al Mahdi and Borya Basayev escaped. More Federal soldiers came and engaged the hostiles that tried to surround us after the bombing but those two killed more men and they escaped. The invasion they made in those mountains was used as the justification for the second civil war...and once we got to that point..." His voice choked up.

He looked into the OCB homegirls eyes. "So if you're going to kill me...do it quickly but I hope you have a shovel. Because at this point you would be doing me a favor..."

She lowered her gun. She hugged him, tears in her eyes as well having listened to him. "I forgive you...but if you want to redeem yourself, I don't know what you can do...you tried to save Leondre...I know why you did it but...he was too far gone. I lost him as a friend too. You realize that, right? It hurt me because it felt like a betrayal. I thought I knew him but I didn't..."

"You did know him..." He said. "He was exactly who you think he was. But he changed. Trauma always changes you. It never makes you a stronger person. That's Los Santos Therapist self help bullshit."

"Maybe you can't ever be the same with trauma...but you're not the same man as back then...and what you did...no matter how bad...it isn't the same as deliberately targeting somebody's son. You have a weight on your shoulder. You have to let it go. I know you're tired of being a soldier. Well...I'm tired of being a Baller. It's getting old..."

"

Neto

Revenge

He pulled up the Azteca gang hideout. Ortega was smoking a joint. He had a shiner on his left eye. "Que onda, pues? What happened?"

"The Lost MC caught me by myself and jumped me. Cowardly pieces of shit. I'm gonna get back at these redneck assholes. No wonder they get along with Marabunta they're bitches just like them."

Ortega was pissed as well. "If you're gonna be giving us kickbacks, homes now's the time."

"Let me drop by the bank and I'll do that. The Lost got outta line?"

"Simon," Ortega stated. "We gotta make sure they know what we'll do to them if they ever try and run at us..."

"Look, that's my mistake. You want me to ride with you? I'll take care of them..."

"Johnny has to get taught a lesson but it wasn't him that was the main guy behind this. It was those chavalas that were Uptown Ryders before they got the patchover," Stated Pajaro.

"We caalled for an old school rumble, homes. Just like we used to do back in the day. Sabes que, fuckers in the 60's and 60's would get down with bikers..." Ortega stated. "They always tried us but they could never beat us."

"Yeah but we're from VLA, man..." Neto said. "We never had a foothold in East Los. It was those older school varrios that had a hand in that shit. No Azteca is cool with people from East Los."

"Weren't you making nice with Cerco Blanco after they got sot at after Demon's son died?"

"Yeah but I can't guranmtee they aint gonna just beef harder with us. At the end of the day Vagos have been trying to bully our cliqua for longer."

"Maybe...but it's uis that got run out of the city. Not you. Not Demon. But we tapped into the hillbilly market out here so it worked out just fine for me. Gave the paisanos representing a foothold to get in too."

"What do you mean a foothold it's north of LS..."

"Yeah but INS expects us to be there. And I guess they'd expect us to be out here too but we're harder to find out here. Mira, loco...get in the car with me. We're taking a ride to LS. We knuckle up with the bikers at 3:PM. I want to beat traffic. We got fuscas in the carro just in case they try some other shit."

"Where's this going down at, eh?"]

"Under the LS Freeway..."

"Orale...somewhere we can have some privacy..."

"Is that gonna be a problem?" Asked the Azteca leader. "Cause I know that's where you and Trevor and all of those people offloaded the goods."

"Yeah it's fine. By the way how did you know that?" He asked. Ortega rolled his eyes as he drove. "I wouldn't be on top if I didn't have eyes and ears on the streets. For Trevor's sake and yours, hell for Demon's sake I'm glad he didn't attack us. It would have been open season on that puto if he had. He was smart not to attack us. All though it wasn't too smart of him attacking the Vagos either. If he thinks that's over where it was he's wrong. Los Vagos don't forgive and they don't forget. Shit I wouldn't have been exiled to Blaine County if that was the case!"

"That's another thing hermano, how did that even happen anyway? I think I missed the worst of that war. I mean I saw a lot of it but I think a lot of it the war for Rancho was going on before I got here too right?"

"Si mon. Honestly over twenty years got kicked out bro. Forced to the outskirts of LS. It happened in 92' the Vagos kicked us outta our varrio."

"Guess history repeats itself..." He said. As they were on their way to Los Santos. Neto had his Mondragón Rifle. He looked down at it as he loaded up a ten round magazine. He was glad it didn't have the five round stripper clips from 1908. "Hey I appreciate you getting this thing for me. Gracias...I thought it was lost for good..."

"Hey I'm just surprised they even have those things anymore. That thing being over a hundred years and all. Crazy shit homes...that was used to liberate Mexico from the pinche Porfiristas..."

"Si mon. Five score...and three years ago Ignacio Sanchez got a hole in his culo with one of these babies...when Tenochitlan fell."

"The ten tragic days...depends on who you ask..." Said Ortega with a smirk. Neto then said, "But we're trying not to use cuetes for this, right?"

"'Yeah...that's just cause I like getting down mano y mano. Show these redneck fuckers that pachucos can thrown down same as bikers. They throw chingasos in their bars every day. Well we throw dogs in the pinta and out here. So let them try that shit they tried on Pajaro with us...they want to thump on my carnalito? They can try me..."

"Yeah, Pajaro is getting back at these lames for that shit. We all are. Truth be told, I never had any love for these biker faggots. I always saw them as dead weight. I dont think anybody enjoys their company except themselves."

"Just so you know, that cut you gave us, I sent it off to the pen. Gotta look after the carnales."

"I get that but the carnales better be looking after us, wey. Gangs have existed since the beginning of...as long as I can think of. I get the need to control the joint but vatos act like it can't ever go back to the way shit was back before there was an Onda or the pinche farmeros. Or the AV and BGA..."

"Yeah but then we don't come together as one cliqua inside and it's anarchy. Come on, man you did time in Arizona. You know better than that."

"Yeah but I saw division out there, hermano. I don't know what's worse. Out here they group all 'Latinos' together unless you're from Southern San Andreas or Northern but the nationalities are put in the came places usually. They probably figure other countries are flagging too. But that's our division here but in Arizona it was fuckin worse. Paisanos like me versus Chicanos versus the Indios versus peckerwoods versus mayates. It's weird shit having to fight your own inside just as much as other races."

"Yeah but that's what you did down in Chiapas right?"

"Si mon. But Mara Cucas..they're fucking animals. Every varrio every cliqua aint saints none are but we all started for similiar reasons. Protecting the neighborhood, culture, shit like that. But now Marabunta is killing more Salvadorans in their country than any Chicanos or even mayates did in the 80's. But they hate Mexicanos? Fuck that. At least Aztecas have all kinds of Raza."

"So do they but they got some cliquas in Virginia that wouldn't let us in. And their leaders in Salvador feel that way. But Mexico...yeah you can't really refuse to recruit Mexicanos in Mexico," Said Ortega with a laugh. "Those chavalas know that's strategic ground. They know they need membership there. That's where the cartels are. That's where their butt buddies in the Zeros are. Pero, pues, you need organizations like Onda, Even if you don't believe in San Andrean Onda, if nothing else it makes sure fuckers out west act more right than San Salvador...or the east coast."

"Yeah but that's not really the problem, is it? Yeah, the homegrown Mareros out here are gonna be loyal to Onda. That's not news. Thousands of soldados on the streets but they're not being smart by not making any of them a Carnal inside yet. As long as Marabunta on the west coast can only be Onda associates it'll just make guys on the east coat be able to say that it's more proof that they're never gonna be equal to Mexican varrios."

"Hey, I'm not denying that. It aint smart to deny the Guanacos that. But this shit out here in Blaine is different. Just because it's San Andreas doesn't mean you don't still have illegals from Salvador coming up here under the leadership of their Ranfleros back home. That's not just gonna be a problem for us if they get too loud out here it's gonna be a problem for the Maraeros that have fallen in line. It'll be on them to deal with the problem. If not other varrios greenlight them both."

They drove in silence for a bit. "Hey,hermano, ¿Cuál es el trato con Madrazo? Vas a mover sobre él o qué,ese?"

(What's the deal with Madrazo? You gonna move on him or what,ese?)

"En este punto, solo estoy tratando de ayudar a Demon a mantener las cosas juntas. Eventualmente, sí, ese es el plan. También me dieron algunos compas desde el sur que van a venir hacia el norte pronto."

Neto looked out the window and replied, "En este punto, solo estoy tratando de ayudar a Demon a mantener las cosas juntas. Eventualmente, sí, ese es el plan. También me dieron algunos compas desde el sur que van a venir hacia el norte pronto."

(At this point, I'm just trying to help Demon keep things together. Eventually, yeah that's the plan. I also got some compas from down south that are gonna be coming up to the north soon. )

Ortega turned the radio to East Los FM and the song Baila Esta Cumbia by Selena played. "¿Amigos? ¿Son de tu antigua cliqua en Chiapas?"

(Friends? From your old clique in Chiapas?)

"Not exactly," Replied Santa Muerte. "Sin embargo, son de Chiapas. Simplemente no de Tapachula."

(They are from Chiapas though. Just not from Tapachula)

He then answered, "They're coming from Comitán. That's in Chiapas too. That's all you need to know..."

"Mira you can tell me I support La Causa. I may not agree with el communistas but I agree with the main principal behind it all. I know who you are and what you've done. If you can trust Sione you can trust me, ese we've fought together just like you have down there."

"Sí, supongo que tienes razón. Pero si te digo demasiado hombre, podrías ser un accesorio. Obviamente vamos a tratar de desmantelar los cárteles. Todos ellos. Tal vez eso no es realista ... y tal vez estoy a medio camino entre un gángster y un revolucionario, pero me siento como el equilibrio entre los dos me da la perspectiva de lo que hay que hacer. Una vez que caigan los cárteles, y mis padres y Nenetl y mi hijo finalmente pueden descansar en paz, estamos llevando la lucha al gobierno siguiente."

(Yeah, I guess you're right. But if I tell you too much man, you could be an accessory. We're obviously going to try and dismantle the cartels. All of them. Maybe that's not realistic...and maybe I am am halfway between a gangster and a revolutionary but I feel like the balance between the two gives me the perspective on what needs to be done. Once the cartels fall, and my parents and Nenetl and my son can finally rest in peace, we're taking the fight to the government next.)

Ortega took them through Chumash. Neto looked at the OG from his side vision. He hated to admit it but the crystal was making him more impulsive not just in action but in words. He didn't think Ortega was a traitor but in case he was, he had just told him some serious shit. He wondered if he would have to kill him even if he was a two striker, if he ever wanted to avoid a 3rd strike, he might snitch. It wouldn't be the first time a gang leader had snitched. People assumed in the streets that it was always a soldado snitching on el mero mero but sometimes el mero mero snitched on soldadados or other vatos at the top. After all, if it had been a longer time since el jefe had killed somebody and he knew what some younger guy had done and he could tell the chotas where the bodies were, he could get himself a nice juicy deal.

One of the top heroin dealers in North Holland back in the 70's had done that by snitching on the mafia. Despite the man's claims to have never been a pawn of the mafia he had sure known enough of their business to drop a dime on them. By the time he got out in the 90's the mob was already too crippled to even retaliate and gangsters from his own neighborhood didn't seem to know him enough or care enough that he snitched. It was a funny world with rats. In the pen snitching even on enemies was a no no yet in some cases when a gang member would snitch and would refuse to snitch on anybody from his clique even though he was a raty there would somehow be a strange amount of respect. In a way it made sense. You could get mad that your old homeboy snitched but if you didn't suffer as a result, you dodged a bullet.

As he looked at Ortega he considered killing him after this was all over. He would have to blame it on somebody else but the more logical thing to do was just bury him in the desert. The rational part of his brain told him, No. Ortega is a carnal. You're not killing him based on your own paranoia and fuck up. You know ice is bad shit and you keep using it. Your pain is gone. That's why you took it, pendejo! But now? Now you're causing yourself a whole new world of pain. How do you fix pain with a new kind of pain?

Ortega's response, however surprised him. "Descansa en paz, ¿eh?" He smirked but then it quickly faded. "You gotta start living for you, homes. Whether or not there's an afterlife...whether it's heaven, hell, or you gotta go through the cenotes to get to your parents and Nenetl and Emiliano...or whether there's nothing at all on the other side, their problems are over. You still have a set time. You're still young."

"Fácil para ti decir. Eres viejo," (Easy for you to say. You're old.)

Ortega laughed. "No soy viejo. Estoy en los cuarenta y todavía es joven. Ni siquiera tienes media edad en mi opinión hasta que tengas 50 años. Pero tal vez tienes razón en cierto sentido. Tengo dos chicas y un hijo y todos ellos han crecido. Tengo un nieto en Sonora también. Todavía eres joven, wey. Estoy a favor de llevar la pelea a los gavachos. Aztlan necesita ahorrar. Pero ustedes hablan de luchar para que puedan descansar en paz. Así que ... si matas a Martín y Javier y luego vas después del resto de los treinta restantes Zero, entiendo la necesidad de venganza, pero mejor asegúrate de que cuando dices que sus almas pueden estar en reposo, que el tuyo está en paz también. No estoy diciendo esto para ser un predicador. No hay sermones bautistas. Te estoy diciendo esto porque eres un carnalito para mí tanto como Pajaro."

(I'm not old.I'm in my forties and that's still young. You're not even middle aged in my opinion until you're 50. But maybe you're right in a way. I got two girls and a son and they're all grown up. Got a grandchild down in Sonora too. You're still young, dude. I'm all for you taking the fight to the Americans. Aztlan needs saving. But you talk about fighting so that they can rest in peace. So...if you kill Martin and Javier and then you go after the rest of the remaining thirty Zero's, I understand the need for revenge but you better make sure that when you say that their souls can be at rest, that yours is at peace too. I'm not saying this to be a preacher. No Baptist sermons. I'm telling you this cause you're a carnalito to me as much as Pajaro is.)

They pulled up to the spot. They got out of their car. Other lowriders had shown up. Neto saw variations of blue and teal and black and brown including a brown Hermes, a black Voodoo, three Slamvans, one brown, one a Royal blue, another a gray, there were three Glendales, one gray, one silver and one teal, a dark red Picador and a white Emperor. They got out and he saw cholos and cholas dressed in varying dark blue clad, and teal and turquoise. A dark blue Baller SUV pulled up. Ortega stood next to Pajaro as well as Demon, Renata, Gata, Dimples, Chela, El Camello, La Calaca, Zorra and Licha were there too. Another Azteca, a scrawny man with a dark blue and black wool pendleton jacket over a gray khaki and with a fedora on, took a drag on a cigarette. Neto didn't know him but he was from Rancho he'd seen him around the varrio. "There's that faggot Lil Maniaco. Pinche mayatero. Surprised that punk even showed up..."

"Tu calmate, homes..." Demon warned. "He's a carnal too. He might be in the rap game but he's still got stripes and he's still putting the varrio first."

The scrawn banger flicked the butt out. Neto remembered what Paul had told him the other day about how littering was destroying the envioroment. It might be true that there already was a hole in the ozone layer but that was no excuse to keep trashing the place. Neto told the cholo. "Pick it up..."

"What?" Neto told him, "The frajo. Pick it up. Now..."

"You aint the shot caller, fool. You just moved here this year. I grew up in Rancho my whole life, ese who are you to tell me...?" Neto cut him off and slammed hm to the pavement twisting his arm back. "You should ask around the hood who I am. Ask them who Santa Muerte is. Ask them what he did to Gordo in front of everybody in broad daylight. Then ask yourself. Do you still want to get on my bad side?"

Demon told him, "Neto, let him up. We're here to fight bikers not each other. We need to be a united , pick the fucking cigarette up. You got an ash tray..." The cholo glared at Neto. The cholo who Pancho had expressed dislike for walked up. "Damn, you taught that fool a lesson in manners. Respect...You must be Santa Muerte. I'm Lil Maniaco de Strawberry."

Pancho chuckled. "Yeah from 106th street. That clique is an embarassment. You guys lost against the East Side Ball Sacks," Lil Maniaco had three friends with him. The first was a shaved headed gangster with a black wife beater and tatttoos on both arms and he wore shades and blue jeans. The second was a gang member with a teal plaid shirt and gray khakis. The third was a gang member with two tear drop tattoos on his right cheek under his eye and he wore a Pounders cap on forwards and he wore a blue and black striped shirt. Lil Maniaco was a dark skinned Chicano with a shaved head wearing a Navy blue shirt and baggy blue jeans shorts. He too had on a Pounders cap but his was to the back. His three homeboys stepped up ready to fight over what was said. "Yeah serio, homes. Chamberlain Hills had you levas on the run too. It's funny cause usually Aztecas and Vagos kick their asses but not you guys."

"Hey you wanna make this shit ersonal, ese? I'll see you in the streets," Gata challenged, "You gonna come down to Rancho? You'll have to get on the 10 to get there. If you can remember that. You know since you live in Vinewood now..." Lil Maniaco said, "Fuck thisl... we're outta here..deal with it on your own."

Demon stepped up saying, "Nah carnal, look this is just shit talking we all talk shit sometimes. The rest of you shut the fuck up. The Lost isn't just coming at our varrio an Ortegas. Any Aztecas. The Lost already has been at war with the Vagos and they want to be friends with Marabunta. What did I tel all of you?"

Pajaro, Pancho and Gata rolled their eyes and said in unison, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend..."

"Orale. Remember that, alright?"

Neto shook the hand of Lil Maniaco saying, "I've heard your name in the streets but I can't say I've heard your music. I'm more into Banda, Narco Corridos, Nortenos, Mariachi and Cumbia."

"Hey, so you're on that paisa shit eh. Hey that's cool homes we appeal to both sides. But we can chop it up about that later, dog. Like the homie Demon said, these little biker bitches make a lot of noise where we live too."

Nata asked the rapper, "You saying they jumped your boys the way they did Pajaro?" Maniaco shook his head with a smirk, "Nah. We're just here to whoop some ass cause these bitches with their Zombies are too loud when a homie's trying to get some sleep. I don't want to be hearing that shit at 4 in the morning these fools need to lay off that ice."

Chela smiled saying, "So you're here just to kick their asses for the noise they make?" Lil Maniaco grinned shrugging. She smiled wider looking at the three Aztecas who doubted him and said, "Sounds pretty hood to me, bro!" She slapped handd and hugged the rapper. "Yeah! See that's that double nine love, baby!" Ortega let out a whistle as he saw the bikers pulling up.

He spotted Johnny K and Terry Thorpe and Clay Simmons and Malc and Deshawn and Al Carter. He figured that among the many Lost MC members pulling up, Al Carter had to be one of the men among them. He knew who that was by name but not by face. One of the gang Burritos had the song Revenge by TSOL blasting.

They walked towards each other. Men and women in plaid, khakis, Eris sneakers and bandannas against men and even women in denim and leather. Ortega walked up to Johnny. He had a frajo of his own in his mouth. "Your boys fucked up. We can do this shit or you can punish the vatos that did it. Or you can turn them over to us. We're both old school...so I know you wouldn't do that. Which is why I expect your men to punish them."

"We're not like you gang bangers, man! We don't just jump in somebody and then call them our brother. What kind of brotherhood is that? And you expect us to what? Give him a violation? We don't beat anybody that didn't deserve it. An MC has more discipline than that. Your friend there? If he got his ass handed to him he had it coming. We don't start fights but we will sure finish them."

"No, you don't jump in people," Ortega said in a patronizing tone. "You just make them get you beers for over a year while wearing clothes that everybody in the club pissed on first. You just humiliate them in any way possible. So yeah jumping chavalitos in maybe harsh but they'll also probably get jumped. That happens. They only get a violation if they fuck up. My question is when are you motherfuckers ever going to have to go through that from your enemies? What purpose does it serve? You gonna wear clothes with piss on them for a year when the Angels give you a golden shower?"

Johnny sneered. "If you know anything about me, you'd know the only shower Angels get from me are lead showers."

"Yeah, based on your personal hygeyine I;d say that's the only shower you're involved in too. What the fuck is wrong with you? I know your history and it's because of that that I expect you to discipline your men. You killed Billy Grey. You killed Brian Jeremy. They were in violation you dealt with it. I'm not even asking you to do that. Do something."

"Sounds like you're just trying to get out of this shit, princess...you guys called us out here. Either we're gonna fight or we're not. You want us to punish our men? We'll do it as soon as you give back the shit you stole and you tell us who you stole it for. I believe you when you told me that you din't personally have a hand in it. And I believe Big Demon too. But I know for a fact..." He pointed an accusing finger at Neto. "That this scandolous piece of shit was involved in robbing us! If you dont want to serve him up, better yet if you don't want him dead, you can give him a violation and I'll give my guys a violation. Or you can just give us our shit back, you let Neto get away unscathed if he tells me who the other three assholes were that robbed our stash. And who put him up to it."

Johnny looked at Neto. "Was it Trevor Phillips? He's done a few things behind my back. Let me know now. We can all take him together..I caught him with my girl once..."

"She's not your girl, homes..." Neto said. "Excuse me?" Johnny demanded. Clay growled, "Johnny let me teach this young punk some respect!" Johnny shook his head. "Not yet, brother...no go ahead. Speak your mind."

"You were't with her in the days when you were cleaning house in Alderney. We al heard the talk about it. That puta talks a lot especially when she's high. You sent her an email saying she was dragging you down. You buckled. You got back with her.," Neto wasn't going to mention the fact that Johnny had also bought meth from him on multiple occasions since he was using too but he did say, "If there's one thing I don't respect it's a man that won't put his foot down. You can put your foot down on your bike but you won't with your hyna?"

Johnny snarled, "You wanna go, fucking right now, asshole?!" Neto snickered, "That's why we're here, right? As for Trevor, puto please he's the only thing holding us all together. But I never had love for you lames. Marabunta is our enemy and you faggots are cool with them. I finaly figured out why. It's not cause they were your last option. It's cause you live right next door to each other in East Vinewood."

Ortega looked at Johnny. "I'll agree to that. We'll give you the other three..." Johnny stated, "Yeah? Well do tell..." Ortega took a drag of his cigarette. He then blew smoke in Johnny's face. "Chinga tu madre..." Johnny swung with a left hook hitting him in the face and Ortega staggered back falling on his ass. He got up and somehow still had hold of his cigarette. He flicked the still lit butt into Johnny's bad eye. "Oh, I'm sorry, mijo! I should have gone for your good eye!" Johnny cried out as he was hit by burning orange pieces of ash as it faded out over his skin turning black but burned him all the same as a few black pieces of ash got in his eye.

Ortega threw a right hook hittint the man in the face. Malc stepped to Johnny's defense tackling the heavyset Mexican and the two rolled in the dirt throwing punches but Malc landed on top and began throwing more blows. Deshawn squared off with Pajaro. Big Demon cracked his neck looking at Terry. The two then grappled like wrestlers. All though El Camello was scrawnier than Clay, he was still in okay enough shape and was younger by about fifteen years. He threw a punch hitting the oldest Lost MC member in the jaw. The older member growled hitting him back with a left jab to the face.

Neto looked to see Ashley was there and almost laughed when he saw her getting rushed by both Gata and Nata the two Chicana women punching and kicking her as she tried to defend herself. A Lost MC female, who he presumed were either property or could be an old lady, helped Ashley by grabbing Gata by the hair and throwing her to the ground. Johnny closed his bad eye but he tackled Neto. He forced him to the ground and hit him with a hard left blow. Neto kicked him in the chest and he fell back gasping. Neto got to his feet and punched him in the jaw and followed up with a right hook to the nose. He grabbed Johnny K by the collar of his jacket and hit him with an uppercut. "Your patch means nothing to me, BITCH!" He roared.

Johnny's nose bled as he fell back. He got up however with his fists readied. "Real tough guy Ortega is!" He roared. "Gotta try and blind a man in a fight!" Neto scoffed, "Whatever, Juanita! You could barely see out of that fucking thing as it is. Might as well have a bad leg while you're at it! This is what your club's come down to. A fuckin handicap as their presidente!"

"I'll show you who's gonna be handicapped!" Johnny screamed. As he and the Lost MC president exchanged blows, the Aztecas and Lost members from both sides were rushing at each other. In this particular instance the Aztecas mostly ranged from age 17 to 26. The Lost members averaged age 34 to 43. The two sides clashed exchanging blows. A Lost MC member, a large muscular Caucasiian of six foot six, with blonde hair and dirty but pale skin who would be considered a dirty white boy in prison, a man of Nordic stock, was throwing a punch at a Mexican man of about five nine from Ortega's clique, though Neto could barely call him a man as he was barely eighteen while his rival was thirty.

Neto wanted to help but he had his hands full with Johnny. Meanwhile, an Azteca from Rancho, a dark skinned brown pelon with a round face and angry eyes wearing a white wife beater and dark blue dickies, standing at five six, threw a hard left hook into the face of a Caucasian Lost MC member who was six feet tall, a man with curly brown hair age 35 while the younger cholo was twenty. He hit the biker with a jab to the gut and then body slammed him into his own bike knocking it over. A Lost MC groupie grabbed an Azteca girl and was slamming her head in the door with her own lowrider.

Gata had a bloody lip from fighting the Lost old lady she was fighting but she had given her a bloody nose. Gata was on the smaller side and the Caucasian female was taller than her by several inches but Gata had a lot of fight in her. As the female Lost member tried to grab the half Colombian woman by her hair, she hit the white female, a blonde with large breasts and tattoos all over her cleavage with an eye gouge. As the blonde staggered back, she grabbed the blonde and threw her headfirst into the window of the lowrider where the other Azteza girl was getting a beat down. The woman went headfirst and shattered it busting her head open. The other Lost member went after her leaving the bleeding beaten swollen faced Azteca writhing on the ground.

"You want some too, puta?!" She hit her with a hard left jab to the abdomen but the Lost girl hit her with an elbow to the forehead.

Pajaro and Deshawn were rolling in the dirt. Pajaro had a bloody nose from the black MC member. "I used to make mincemeat of lil bitches like you back in Liberty City, b! You LS cats aint shit!" He tried to make Pajaro eat the dirt but Pajaro hit him with a hard right elbow and then pounced on him, the Salvadoran bombarding him with jabs to the nose and Adams apple like a boxer. He knocked the man's helmet off his head. "Yeah, I remember you, punk..." Pajaro growled as he spat blood from his busted lip into Deshawn's face. "You're one of the motherfuckers that jumped me."

"You was asking for it! You and your boys disrespected us! You don't see me shitting in your backyard!" He caught a punch from Pajaro and threw him to the ground following up with a kick in the ribs that winded him. Three Caucasians grabbed Pajaro and held him while Deshawn punched him.

Ortega, meanwhile, head butted Malc who had just punched him in the gut. "Fuck you, pendejo! You're no real bikers! Real bikers don't ride Japanese bikes and real MC's don't patch in fuckers who would! Trust me! I know guys from the Huns!"

"Yeah? What kind of OG lives in a trailer park, son?" He hit Ortega with a left blow to the jaw and followed with a kick. Cabello was having a hard time against Clay as Clay hit hard and fast for an older man. Camello kept coming, however no matter how much he got knocked down. He threw a punch hitting Clay in the face. It seemed, however, though that for each punch Camello landed, Clay would hit him with four. Camello was trying to drop the older taller biker with all his strength and it was wearing and tearing on Clay's body but the old man wouldn't give in easily. He was going about it the wrong way. Clay hit Camello with five more blows. The older man was fast but he was also bulkier.

"¡Carnal! Utilice la velocidad no la fuerza bruta!" Called out Ortega as he shoved Malc back and hit him with a hard right hook.

(Carnal! Use speed not brute force!)

Camello did that charging at Clay hitting him with two jabs in the gut and followed up with a kick to the groin but Clay caught it and head butted him knocking him down and he yelled, "I can do this all day, baby boy! I was in bar fights when you were still in your daddy's nut sack!"

Camello brushed the blood from his lip. "Me Vale madre, puto!" He responded. He charged at him but the large black male grabbed him around the side punching him in the face but El Camello head butted him in the stomach. Clay staggered back as the shaved headed gangster caught him off guard. El Camello got behind him and started hitting him from behind with five blows to the back of the head.

He kicked the older man in the back of the leg and punched him three times in the side of the head. Meanwhile, Ashley and Nata were still still at it. Nata grabbed the biker chick by her hair and began punching her in the throat. "Fucking bitch! Come on!"

Chela squared off with a female Lost member, a bitch in a black leather midriff top and black jeans with curly black hair. She threw a punch at her and the female grabbed Chela and pulled her to the ground and began pounding on her and Chekla threw another blow to the side of her head.

Calaca, Zorra and Licha were getting down with three Lost bitches as well and Calaca was doing good throwing down bombarding the blonde woman with punches but Zorra and Licha were having a harder time as the women they were fighting were also tweakers and experienced bar fighters. The same was true for Lil Maniaco and his homies. He was throwing a punch at a taller biker of Caucasian descent who was six foot six and he head butted him but the guy drove an elbow into his back. He threw the gang member against the hood of a Hermes and followed with a kick in the side. Lil Maniaco's homies were tusslling in the dirt as well.

Chela head butted her oponent and broke her nose and as the Lost MC female fell over, the Central American hit her with a hard right hook knocking her out. There was a nearby red haired male Lost MC member staring at her in shock. She then grabbed him by his demin jacket and hit him with a left blow to the jaw screaming, "Let's go, cabron!" The chubby chola and the male biker began to exchange blows and though he was stronger, she kept on him and before long he was bleeding from the nose and lip. He punched her in the face hitting her in the left cheek and he followed with a drop kick to the stomach and he threw her to the ground expecting her to stay down as she was winded. He kicked Chela in the back.

She got up once she got her breath back and she punched him in the groin. He doubled over in pain and she did it again and followed up with her knee. He fell over clutching his groin and she stomped on his balls with his hands over them but it still hurt. His eyes welled with tears and his face turned red.

El Pajaro was hit by one of the Lost MC members who had a chain wrapped around his fist. "Fucking wetback...not so tough now are ya?"

Pajaro spat blood in his face. "So much for you vatos being a United Nation club!" Deshawn grabbed him by the shirt. "Naw fuck that! You took our shit! You gonna tell me where it's at right now or I'm breaking every bone in your body!" Pajaro dropped to the ground. More Lost MC members were arriving than the agreed upon amount. There was about six more so now the Aztecas were outnumbered. The female members from both sides were just as bloody and tattered as the men.

Neto punched Johnny in the face again and again and blood ran down the side of his head. Johnny defended himself throwing a jab back and Neto's lip was bleeding and he did have a cut from hitting the ground but he barely felt it. He hit Johnny as hard as he could in the gut.

Meanwhile, Demon and Terry were both bloody faced too. Demon took three punches from the Caucasian biker and the biker even head butted him while he had his helmet on. He went to try and tackle Demon but Demon drove a knee into Terry's groin stopping him in his tracks and Demon followed with a blow to the Adams apple followed by a left hook to the jaw. "What the fuck are you lames doing following Johnny?! You and the mayate are older than he is. One of you should be leading. Fuck that meth head puto!"

Terry head butted him again and Demon proceeded to knee him in the gut and he followed up with a punch to the face. He grabbed the helmet of his head and he smacked Terry over the face with it and he then began to try and choke him with the straps.

Pajaro got up swinging hitting the man who had called him the slur in the nose and he bled, and he swung at the second white biker. He went after the third but he was kicked in the back and he fell over. Deshawm had a chain over his fist and he hit him in the face with his own chain wrapped up. Pajaro spat blood onto the dirt. "You're getting your ass whooped twice in one day, homie I hope it was worth it!" Pajaro growled, "We agreed no weapons...!" He flicked out his switch blade and with a quick slash, sliced open Deshawn's coratid artery. He growled through gritted bloody teeth as dark red liquid sprayed from the biker's neck. He brought the blade down in a second slice bringing it down from his neck into his shoulder. The three bikers that had been attacking Pajaro looked in shock at their fallen comrade.

Beaten and bloodied, Malc was still duking it out with Ortega. They were equal with neither side wanting to give in. Ortega was having trouble with stamina however as he was overweight. He huffed but he kept swinging. However, as Malc saw Deshawn fall he yelled, "DESHAWN! MOTHERFUCKER!"

Neto was bombarding Johnny with blows and every time the biker tried to come at him he would grab his arms and throw him to the ground utiziling the maya fighting style. He came at him but Johnny had a handful of dirt which he threw in Neto's eyes and the cholo staggered and Johnny hit him with a hard right uppercut. The cholo fell on his back hard. He ran over to Nata as she was pounding on Ashley. "GET OFF HER!" He screamed pulling the chola off. He then back handed the Yaqui woman before she could react. The chola fell on the ground a line of blood dripping from her chin from where he smacked her.

She had the upper hand on the chola now as he grabbed her in a headlock and proceeded to hold her in a chokehold as Ashley started throwing lefts and rights causing the Chicana's face to bleed more. "Hold her, baby! I'm gonna teach this little ghetto slut a lesson!" Ashley then grabbed her breast and said, "You sure you don't wanna swing by the clubhouse later, baby?!" Nata grunted with each blow and she fell over in Johnny's used her meth head rage kicking her in the sides again and again. Nata coughed up blood.

Johnny let her fall to the ground and Ashley continued to kick Nata in the side. "You ganged up on me, bitch! Now let's see how you like it!" In truth it wasn't exactly the same. She and Gata had jumped her but only briefly. They had both punched her but they hadn't had one hold her down so she'd be unable to defend herself. Pajaro stood with the blade in hand as the three bikers circled him. "Vamos, puto! Cholos en el oeste contra los rednecks y en el este nosotros somos engrasadores usando fillero contra gabachos!" He swung the blade slicing the first biker across the cheek.

Malc got his Glock 17 out and he fired at Pajaro. Pajaro grabbed one of the bikers in front of him as he let off six rounds. The man who had talked shit to him was the one to take five of them in the gut. Ortega got his own pistol out, a Glock 22 and he fired at Malc but Malc had on a vest and as four rounds hit him in the back he went to cover behind a Burrito. The other Lost MC members went for their weapons too and so did the Aztecas. What had started out as a gang fight had turned into a shootout. "Fucking cholo punks can't ever fight without using a weapon!" Screamed a bald headed white male.

"Fuck you!" Screamed an Azteca with a turquoise bandanna around his forehead as he fired an Itacha 37 and he fired at the Lost member striking him in the chest yelling, "Chains are a weapon, fool! And you brought six extra people!" The Azteca was then struck down as a Lost member fired an Uzi.

Ortega saw Deshawn was still alive but just barely, the Lost members who had not been stabbed were trying in vain to stop him from bleeding to death. Ortega fired a shot into the side of Deshawn's face taking off a chunk of his right cheek bone. Pajaro wo had been ducked behind a Hermes to avoid gunfire came back with the knife and he stabbed the next Lost member he had already cut earlier in the wind pipe. "This is for Deshawn!" Screamed Malc as he fired into Pajaro's back. The Salvadoran collapsed and the round went through his shoulder. He was already coughing blood up. Ortega wasted no time. He fired a shot into Malc's right hand disarming him.

The biker screamed in pain. He fired another round into his left shin. The biker fell over writhing in agony. Ortega knee capped him.

Neto went for his Rifle as he saw the shootout occuring. Terry and Clay had five Lost MC members with them and they fired at the Aztecas and on the other side of that was Demon and Camello and two male Aztecas and two females. The males, the first was a man with a .50 Desert Eagle with a shaved head wearing a dark blue and white plaid buttun up over a black t and brown khakis. The second was a Chicano with a crew cut with dark skin racking a Mossberg 500 and firing hitting one of the Lost members. The two hynas were carrying heavier steel. The first, a woman in a black midriff top with a tirquoise button up, a light brown skinned woman with blondish streaks in her brown hair and white khakis. The next chola had shorter black hair and darker skin and a white wife beater also a half shirt and brown khakis and a teal bandanna around her head. Her homegirl had an Uzi while she had an AK-47.

They both fired at the rival members. Terry shot at Demon and Clay fired at Camello.

Calaca, , Zorra and Licha all had AK-47's and they opened fire the three of them mowing down nine members of the Lost all together. Four Aztecas fell from the Lost as five gang members took cover but returned fire from behind a Burrito. "We're killing all of you!" Screamed a red headed member of the Lost as he fired his own AK. "The Salvadorans will want to give us keys of that white shit for dealing with you pricks!"

A Chicano gangster of Tarahumara ancestry fired an M4 screaming, "Your Cerote butt buddies can't protect you now!" He struck one of the Lost members in the forehead but was brought down himself as one of them fired a 20 gauge which hit him in the sternum. Neto fired his Rifle aiming at the neck of a Lost member striking him right in his neck tattoo. He was trying to get over to where Ortega stood over Malc. Neto watched his skin come apart and a river of red erupted from the entrance wound.

Neto fired striking another Lst member in the chest and it exited out his back. One of the Old Ladies had grabbed an Uzi and was firing at Neto and he ducked behind a Glendale and the windows were shot out and he came back around the back side of it moving toward the passenger side and he fired striking the Lost MC female in the belly. She was a blonde skanky looking woman in short blue jeans shorts and wore black and pink boots, a pink bandanna and a black belly shirt that barely contained her tits. Blood ran down her ivory skin as she fell over whimpering in pain. Neto fired again striking her in the right breast in a burst of blood, flesh and fat.

The Lost were starting to retreat as more of them especially the ones who had arrived on bikes had inferior weapons to the Aztecas who had two armed weapons in their low riders. Zorra, Licha and Calaca caused four more Lost members to fall off their bikes as thy unloaded at them. Neto dragged Malc under the bumper of one of the lowwriders of a deceased Azteca member who had been shot in the head. Neto held him down. "LET ME GO...! JUST SHOOT ME, MAN! GIVE ME AN HONORABLE DEATH!" Neto sneered. "Not a chance. Your homeboys didn't fight with honor."

Johnny had retrieved a P90 from a Burrito and he managed to take down two Aztecas. "Johnny, help me, man!" Cried out Malc in a panic. Johnny heard him and started to make his way towards him but he was forced to cover as El Camello fired at him and the two Azteca hynas behind him sprayed automatics. He returned fire. Ortega began to hit the switches and the hydraulics kicked in as the car began to hop.

Pajaro was now helping Neto hold him down, by some miracle he was still alive and able to help despite being bangged up and bleeding from a gunshot wound. He stomped on Malc's legs to make sure he didn't try and wiggle away. Malc screamed like a bat out of hell.

Finally Ortega brought the bumper down on Malc's head and they heard a sickening crunch as his skull was split open. He did it again and bounced his head off the ground and another sickening crunch followed. Ortega asked, "You alright, carnalito?" Addressing Pajaro. He coughed blood but he said, "I just need Kayla's husband's help and I'll be fine, bro..." He then smirked looking at the crushed head of Mal which no longer resembled a human head but instead looked like a smashed up tomato if tomatoes had black skin and bits of white bone fragments sticking out of it. "I didn't know you wanted buster colors on your ride, homes..." Neto jolked. Ortega chuckled at that saying, "I don't think he's got enough sangre in his body for a coat for the whole carrucha, ese..."

Neto looked at the pieces of forced out brain chunks on the ground also bloodied as bits of broken skull had sliced into his brain inside the skull before it had erupted from the skin. "I don't think he's got enough brains to paint it gray or pink either, bro..." He then let out a maniacal demonic laugh. Pajaro said, "I think I can help with that..." He spat out some of his blood all over the car's hood. "Hey, you're fucking delirious, ese we gotta get outta here carnal and get rid of the evidence..." Neto went back to Ortega's car grabbing a grenade from the trunk. He pulled the pin and Ortega helped Pajaro walk.

"We gotta get going home! The juras are on their way!" The Lost and the Aztecas had stopped shooting at each other and many had retreated to vehicles and collected their wounded and dead, though this was easier for the Aztecas than the Lost. Some stayed behind.

Neto took a round in his right arm from Johnny. "NETO! you motherfucker!" He ran out of rounds as Neto took cover behind a Tornado. He came out as Johnny was reloading and tackled him. Johnny screamed with rage punching Neto twice in the face but Neto shoved him back and head butted him. He then slammed him into his own bike. Johnny fell over and Neto growled, "You fucked up, big time, puto...you're lucky the cops are coming or I'd finish you right here..."

He brought Johnny's bike down on his leg and the Lost MC member cried out shrieking in agony. Neto stomped down on it putting extra weight on it. He then reached into his pocket and tossed a bottle at Johnny's bloodied face. "You can forget about any crystal from me again. The next time I see you, you're dead. But here's a little something for the paimn in the mean time. There's only a few left. THAT'S all you get."

Johnny, trembling with pain took one of them and Neto sneered. "Just like a true junkie...you're even worse than me, homes! This makes me strong it turns you into a little bitch!" He then went back to Nata and helped her walk. "Está bien, mija. Vamos a ayudarte."

(It's okay, mija. We're gonna get you some help...)

Neto had been holing the grenade with his good arm. He tossed it at the car that Malc was under that Pajaro spat blood onto throwing it inside. The Blast exploded obliterating the car. He rode back with Gata who, banged up as she was,was not as bad off as Nata.

"We gotta get her some help, pronto! Her ribs are broken!" Neto said as he tried to keep her calm while Gata sped down the highway.

Four Hours Later

Neto sat at her bedside as she rested up at the motel room. They'd gotten her a place to rest up at a motel in the Blaine County cliques turf. She had been in pain every time she breathed in or coughed but he knew enough about that aspect of first aid that he told her not to avoid coughing or taking shallow breaths as this would only increase the chances of a chest infection He wished almost that he hadn't given that piece of shit Johnny the last of the amphetamines but he didn't want to give her that either as he was unsure how she would react. Luckily, Gata had scored some strong pain relief pills.

She was resting now. "That was some shit today..." Gata said. "I can't even believe it..." He nodded. "I know...hey, let's not wake her up.." He lead her into the bathroom. He offered her part of a blunt. "You want a hit?"

She nodded. "Gracias..." It would help her with the pain. "You two showed some balls out there...well I mean..corazon..." She laughed. "I knew what you meant. That bitch, Ashley is loca, ese. She's a serious tweaker. I mean I got preoccupied by some other puta and that bitch was hard to take down too but I don't think even Ashley would have been that tough if it wasn't for the shit she was on..."

"You're right she wouldn't have," He said. She took a hit and he inhaled on the joint himself. "Fucking bitch...she's the one that fucked Nata up so bad..."

"Yeah, cause of Johnny, right?" The high pitched voiced chola asked. "Yeah...that bitch is his weakness. That and ccrystal. He was supposed to be done with her."

"In a way, as fucked up as it is cause Renata's my compa but...that's kind of sweet. After everything they've been through together. He can't let her go and I don't think she can let him go."

"I guess. They seem toxix for each other...that bitch is gonna be the death of him. And he'll be the death of her. Whatever happens first..."

"I know, it's just it'a weird. Those two keep trying. More than a suburban divorcee does. It just seems like people don't try no more. My parents, they tried to give me a good life we were poor but there was plenty of love...I fucked up and ran away...but...I don't know they wanted me to be a good Catholic girl. Get married. But they're still together...I miss them sometimes."

"Ah. What's that got to do with Johnny and Ashley?"

"I don't know...maybe I've watched too many novella soap operas..." She said with a laugh and he chuckled. "Esa, that's bad TV..." She giggled. "I know but it's my guilty pleasure."

"You're a romantic at heart, huh? I wish I shared your sentiments."

"Si. It's the part of my parents values I didn't let go of. I may not have stayed a virgin and I may not have stayyed in the church but..it can't hurt to hold out for love, right?"

Neto sighed. "I had a woman I cared about...that way..." He had a hard time expressing softer emotions. "But I lost her. That was the closest thing to...THAT...I ever had. But she's gone. Someone like her they only come around once in a lifetime. So I guess you can say I don't believe in love."

"That's too bad...with me. it's like I do and there's vatos I been with...homeboys you know? Like I cared about them and everything and you could say it was a kind of love but not like that. Like they weren't the one. You know?"

"Yeah...sometimes life gets lonely and just a companion ..a friend, temporary lover...somebody warm next to you..Even if it's just for a night."

"Yeah...that's the thing. I don't love them but sometimes I just want to feel something. And...you know...I look at Demon and his relationship...their poor son...he lost them...he lost his son and the love of his life...all cause of one asshole. It's al so fragile..."

He nodded. "I know...I loved my son...even if I don't think..I know what love is with a woman...I know I cared about him...and I barely got to know him...that's why Demon's mi comarada por vida. Not just cause of having each other's backs but we went through the same shit."

"I know...and I can't imagine what it's like to lose a son...¿Es por eso que no crees en el amor? ¿Por qué estás cerrado?"

(Is that why you don't believe in love? Why you're closed off?)

Neto sighed. "Yeah...I'm not saying I don't care about Nata...i do...more than a friend but...less than...what I was with Nenetl. I don't know. I've been with tons of women but Nenetl was the only real relationship I can really claim. Aside from some rucas down in my varrio. Tapachula. But that was just friends with benefits and I cared about them too but it was the same as Nata...I aint gonna play with her cora...but I don't know that I can ever be anything normal to her. Or anyone."

Gata looked him in the eyes. "There's a part of you that's sweet..." She said. "I think she sees that too. Even if you don't..."

"What...?"

She was beautiful. Her skin golden brown in the bathroom light. She wore blue jeans, her blondish brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Her cuts had been cleaned up. Her shirt was black but cut off a bit at the bottom and her oval but slightlty almost diagonal shaped navel was revealed. She kissed him and his eyes widened. "What are you doing?"

"You don't..want me? Before...you asked me to join in..."

"I know..I just...I don't want to...hurt her..." She put a hand on his arm. "You won't. Ella no dijo nada contra mí viniendo a la cama con ustedes dos."

(She didn't say anything against me coming to bed with you two. )

He kissed her back. He was alone right now and the close brush Nata had with death as somebody could easily die from broken ribs, plus the conversation with Ortega, made Neto realize that he was not at peace. Of course, this wasn't really news. His life had been war for almost fifteen years. He had nearly forgotten the peaceful days before '99 and he feared that one day he might forget his parents faces too. Some memories had happened so long ago and felt like they were a different life to the point where it almost seemed like it hadn't even happened to him. Like it had been somebody else entirely.

Each part of his life that was different seemed like a different person each time. Neto the Yucatec Maya schoolboy. Neto the Azteca trying to survive the streets. Neto the cartel sicario and soldier. Neto the zapatista. And now where he was now. He was not a Sicario for the Madrazos anymore but he was still a sicario in a way. He had domne jobs for the Madrazos up here and even though he said that he wasn't their pawn anymore and that it was just a means to an end, it didn't truly justify it. He was a sicario for other assholes he'd done jobs for. Lester, Simeon, Trevor Phillip. He was an Azteca but his old clique was scattered. He was unsure where they were or if they were even alive. After all, the Confetti clique of Marabunta was their mortal enemy and as much as Neto and others like him constantly shot and stabbed and beat as many of them as possible, it seemed they always had more and they were always more brutal.

But she saw him as something more than that. Her mouth was warm and tasted like cinnamon. He liked that. He moved his hand up her bare sides feeling her. She had changed clothes and bathed too so she smelled good. His tongue soon filled her mouth and she followed him their tongues colliding together. He moved his hand down her stomach wih one hand reaching for the button on her pants with one hand while he felt her breasts with the other. He grabbed her let breast feeling her chi chis. He moved his hand down to her panties and he pulled up her shirt. She unbuttoned his and she moved her hands up his torso kissing him and he finally freed her breasts. Her nipples were dark, perky and puffy all at once. He lowered his mouth onto her breasts and she moaned against his mouth as his tongue found her private flesh. "Mmmmm...! Chuparme chico..." Her high mousy voice whimpered as his tongue flicked against her hardening nipples. She let out a shaking breath and he saw her treemble involuntarily like a knee jerk reaction to a doctor tapping your knee.

He picked her up sliding his hand up her back and she wrapped her legs around his broad back. "Ven aquí, flacita..." He said in a soft teasing manner before his lips went back to her. It wasn't that she didn't have a sexy body she was just small and cute. Her chi chis were small and her butt was only small in the sense that she was small because she small at five one compared to a woman more five seven five eight but her butt was still a bubble butt. It was big enough to twerk. He wondered if sshe knew how but for now he wasn;t going to ask he was already getting her.

He pushed her against the wall kissing her and his hand went down to her chest. He began to move along to her bronwn toned abdomen his tongue snaking to her navel piercing. He licked it and she let out a low whimper . He unbuttoned her pants and he turned the shower on. He felt her with his finger and she was indeed wet. He pulled her jeans and panties off and began to stroke her nipples. He kissed her again and he lifted her up in the shower letting the water hit their sore bodies. He entered her and he began to penetrate her his cock entering her womanhood and she moaned as he slid in. Her curly hair was messed up in the shower as he held her up and fucked her as the water was all over her face and she let out a squeal blowing water into his face but he continued to fuck her and got out from under the steam. He pushed her back into the wall and thrust deper inside her. "Uhhh...!" She cried out as he hit her g spot and even though her breasts were small, they bounced with every thrust as he took her. His mouth found her soaking wet breast his tongue savoring the taste of her drinking the water from her breast as he licked her hardening wet niples as her damp womanhood took him.

He got the hotel bar of soap and began to soap her breasts and her back up even as they fucked. It was different for him. A bit more intimate than he had been. He vowed to in some way do the same for Nata when she got better. Her fingers scratched at his chest a bit unable to help herself as the feeling of him inside her made her a bit primal and animal like. "Esta es la ducha más sucia que he tenido!" She cried out as he gently and tenderly soaped her body running the soap down to her stomach and sudding up her pubic area.

(This is the dirtiest shower I've ever had!)

"Hay duchas más sucias que eso..."

(There are dirtier showers than that..)

"No seas un marrano..." She warned. (Don't be a pig.)

He continued to penetrate her and she moaned her lips crashing into his again. "Se siente rico..." She whimpered as he held her up and he lifted her legs up. Her thighs dripped with shower water and her own juices. He looked and saw a few drops of blood on his peck where she scratched him. "¡Jesús, aparta las garras de la mujer tigre!" He joked.

(Jesus, put the claws away tiger woman!)

She licked the blood off him and he warned, "You shouldn't do that..."

She said, "Sabes que algunas mujeres son vampiros. Que beben sangre. Y baje en ella..."

(You know some women are vampires. That do drink get off on it.)

"Ese es un fetiche blanco. No es seguro."

(That's some white boy fetish. It's not safe.)

"Usted no debe desalentar las fantasías de una mujer ... además de que sólo esta vez fue un accidente. No quiero ser adicto a la metanfetamina ..." She panted with a teasing smile. "Plus you did it once remember?"

(You should not discourage a woman's fantasies...besides it's only this time it was an accident. I don't want to get addicted to meth...)

He pulled her from the wall but kept her in the air as he pounded into her and he spanked her ass and she let out a squeal and a giggle as he began to bounce her off him as he went in. She moaned louder despite trying to quiet herself. "Hey don't wake Renata..." She giggled her white teeth amidst her brown skin bright and beautiful but she said, "Then we're gona have to do a different position this is too intense...¿Estás intentando ir hasta el fondo de mi barriga?"

He grinned wickedly. "Sí, voy a hacerle cosquillas desde el interior..."

(Yeah I'm gonna tickle it from the inside)

" Yo quiero hacerlo a cuatro patas..." She said with a teasing smile. (I want to do it doggystyle)

He began to enter her from the back and he began to toy her folds. "Ooooooooohhhhhhh...!" She cooed. She tried to be silent. When they did finish twenty seven minutes later they got dressed and tried to act as if nothing happened. Nata was awake. She had a lit cigarette and Neto was pretty sure that wasn't food for her so he was about to tell her not to when she said, "Eh for a couple of horndogs trying to be quiet you were loud enough to wake the dead...you'e all like...oooh..." She imitated Gata and then she jokingly asked, "So what was it like being with the bull?" She then imitated Neto's flaring nostrils during sex. She didn't seem angry at least. "Well at least you're not dead..." Gata said. "And you shouldn't make fun...you guys did invite me in before."

"Hey, we're cool. You gotta get off too. Now I'm all fucked up in my ribs. Maybe you know how some women's periods sync? Maybe we're the opposite except with sex. Whenever one of us gets it on the other will be too fucked up or it'l be that time of the month."

Neto thought, At least she's ok. Her sense of humor is intact.

Four Weeks Later

Neto had heard about Johnny's death as well as Ortega's. He knew Trevor Phillips was behind it. All though he knew Trevor had likey been plotting this shit a long time he also knew what an instigating piece of shit Ashley was. After Neto had banged him up he had finished his amphetamines. Likely giving her some as well. He had to get meth from Trevor and he became weaker. He had tried to confront Trevor over fucking her again but this time he didn't stand a chance. Then he had attacked Ortega. Neto stood with the cell phone in his hand looking at her Life Invader post. He was no hacker but he knew about IP's. He was on his way to deal with her.

He arrived at the South Seas apartments. He knew where she was staying. He kicked in the door to see four Caucasian males. The first was an overweight white male with graying hair in a ponytail and a pepper and salt colored beard. They were using heroin. There was a crusty looking hippie type dude looking around eighty, with a gray beard and long hair and a red bandanna and a denim blue jacket. He looked like Willie Nelson. The next guy was fifty five and another was sixty seven. He quickly punched all four men knocking each of them unconscious with one hitter quitters. "What...what are you doing here? We didn't attack Ortega! That was Trevor! Johny tried to tell you all he wasn't trustworhy!" He grabbed her by the hair. "You still broke Nata's ribs. You got that punk to hold her down. I get that gangsters often don't play fair and Nata and Gata jumping you wasn't fair but one of your homegirls got Gata off. You almost killed her."

"But I didn't! Please...Trevor likes fucking me! If you want...I'll suck your pecker real good too..." He smacked her in the face. She whimpered. "Big tough man! Hitting a woman..." He sneered with an evil grin. "I believe in equal rights. And lefts."

He opened a briefcase he had brought with him. He got a spoon from her kitchen and began to melt the heroin. He took the syringe and extracted the smack after melting it with a lighter. "Give me your toe..." He growled. "No...!" He said, I SAID GIVE ME YOUR TOE, BITCH!" She did. "I don't want to anymore..." She said in tears. "Really? Looks to me like you're having a good time."

"Not anymore...I miss Johnny and I'm tired of this shit..."

He shook his head giving her enough to get her fucked up but not enough to kill her.

"Alright...I'm leaving..." He told her. "I did it in your toes cause that's what a junkie does. It'll look less like I gave you a hot shot...and trust me Trevor is going to get what he has coming to him."

"You're...killing me...?" She whispered. "No...I'm killing them though..." He proceeded to give them all hot shots. He then left her the rest of the heroin. "Whether you live or die is entirely up to you. I'm going to test you..." He also had a drill. He began to drill the door shut. He drilled nails into wood over the door so she couldn't leave. "I'll check back on you tonight to remove the boards. Your life is the way it is because of your choices..."

"No...don't say that to me..." She begged. "IT IS!" He growled. "Everything that happened to your man was caused by you. I know all about it. Everything that happened in Liberty is due to your actions and dishonesty. You cheating with Billy Grey strained his and Johnny Klebitz' friendship, which eventually led the gang to civil war. Your debt with the Russians made Johnny kidnap Roman Bellic. Your affair with Ray Boccino sucked Johnny into the diamonds scheme. Finally, your cheating with Trevor Philips led to Johnny's death. And Clay. And Terry. All because you're a selfish junkie whore."

"Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black...? Fuck you, man! You use meth too..."

"I do but I support my own habit and I don't leech off the people I'm fucking getting them into all kinds of shit. If anything I get them out of shit.I gave Johnny a choice. He could have taken what he needed for the pain and been done with it. He didn't have to go on hands and knees to Trevor. The Lost MC president at the whims of a low level meth dealer. It sounds as bad as it is. But you're right...I do use this shit. And I should have only used it as long as I needed it for the ain. So maybe I'm a hypocrite. Maybe we all are. But I never traded sexual favors for meth."

He then got open one of the CD's. "Appetite For Destruction, eh? You know my homegirl Mai introduced me to more American Rock. This was a good album. You'll get to hear it while you think about what you've done. I checked the fridge. There's no food. There's water in the sink but I don't think you want to drink the water around here. So I'll come back with food and water for you later tonight. You have a chance to pass my test. Johnny failed."

He put the CD in and put it on full blast. He didn't plan for it to go on all day and all night it just needed to go as long as the album took. He got out the window taking the boards and he drilled the windows shut sealing off her escape. The album was roughly 53 minutes for every song to play. Her got back into his Glendale and began to drive off. "This isn't fair!" She cried sobbing looking at the heroin on the floor. "I'm sick!"

He took off down the street. He needed to get back to LS. He had taken this detour and all though Nata was healing and had gotten better he still wanted to make sure she was okay.

2014

Paul

Southern United Raza

Sleepy was approached by some woods on the yard. The main man speaking to him was a man who had been blonde but had a shaved head. He was a member of the Most Hated gang. He and Sleepy were talking over a plan to hit the black car as well as the Asian car and the Samoans. "Now I want us to stop having a problem. Are we gonna have a problem here like the boys did up in Central San Andreas? Cause they may not have your Farmer boys here but they got niggers and gooks."

"Mira, we can have it be business as usual if you stop fucking with my guys."

"You mean the green eyed spruce nigger, right? He's half ours by right."

"Give me a break homes. Since when do you claim halfbreeds? And I don't mean those lame asses in the SHU you fools roll with," He was referring to the Surf Nazis. The gang had been known to accept vatos that were castizos in the past as long as they identified as white and they were willing to accept white Hispanics as long as their anestry was from Spain. They had been the soldiers on the yard for the Aryan Vanguard since AVers were in the SHU but now they too had been considered a flight risk and were in the SHU which meant that Most Hated was the main soldiers for the AV. "I mean genuine woods. A genuine wood wouldn't accept anybody mixed. Or retarded. Or Jewish. Oh shit, that's right homes. Wasn't your crew started by a guy that was half Jewish himself? The only Hitler ploy que no?"

The gang member got in his face. "I think you better watch what you say. Anyway, what I'm saying is we can leave your guys alone no problem. I know you've taken a liking to the gas huffer but he's not a Vago or Onda is he? Unless there's something you want to tel me. Because it's nit just the Families and the Ballas that asshole fucked with. They fucked with us topo. Now we have had an understanding for years. You want to throw it all away for wagon burners?"

"You realize we got Indio blood to, right? They're Apache, Navajo, Chumash, Mohawk, we're Maya, Chichimeca, Tarahumara, Mexica, and Lenca. You wanna take it there? Have us play favorites about the tribes in your raza?"

"Yeah but the Maya had some civilization. Writing systems and shit. Same with the Aztecs. But the fuckin Indians in this country were illiterate savages that didn't even have writing systems before we gave it to them. That's why you boys have done alright for yourselves and they haven't."

"We do have an understanding against busters and mayates but don't get the wrong idea. The carnales that founded Onda still had Indio pride and you're right they are a small enough group," He said referring to Native American inmates not considered Latino, "But we back them in riots same as you. Now I hear a lot of complaining in other pintas that the jueros don't like it when South Siders attack woods that aint validated, right cause that's still your car, right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So...it's the same deal. If you don't want a race riot between brown and white in here, you leave red alone. We're willing to stop carnales from fucking with them and definitly any mayates. But we'll also stop you if you try shit."

"Is that a threat, Sleepy?"

"We don't make threats we make promises. Besides...you're a realist. The mayatyes got the Samoans and the Chinos as crash dummies. With the rez boys, we got three on three. Plus the elemant of surprise. Soy Indio but this is their home first. It's less my home than theirs but more than yours and I'm telling you. You show a man respect in his house."

"Fine. You got a deal. We'll be the ones who even start whooping on the toads first just like we planned. But you and your own crash dummies better have our backs."

Sleep walked up and let the other Ese's know what was going down. He told Paul, "Oso...you gotta led the hermanos know what's going on. The mayates and chinos have been trying the Indian car all week so I think it's time we make a move back."

Paul, not yet an Onda member but a man well on his way to being one and who was a Vago now, asked, "But with the Woods though?"

Sleepy nodded. "Yeah the whole wood pile's in. I don't like it anymore than you do but politics are politics. That said though, watch your back, bro. They might try something anyway."

"What can I do to not end up in SHU? I can't just be part of a riot."

"Loco, you're forgetting who you are? You're with usnow. You don't get to say no. If you wanted to tell everybody to fuck off you should have lone wolfed it, homes but I can tell you it's a lot easier to lone wolf it on the east coast than out here but you're not doing time in Alderney State you're doing it right here."

His tone lowered however and he said, "But...if you don't want to end up in SHU, then just try and stay to the middle when we rush the niggers. Don't do anything that would let the placas single you out. Throw chingasos like a madman but don't go trying to be a straggler. Cause they're not just gonna let off the tear gas. They're gonna be shooting. They got Mini 14 Rugers."

Cero also responded. "Remember that shit that I was telling you about that went down in Eagle Bay 14 years ago? For the most part we caught them by surprise. But there was one of them that I admit he could throw his dogs like a man. He was keeping vatos back. Mayates like to brag about that shit cause he was keeping multiple fuckers back but the truth is he wasn't just doing better than the dudes coming at him. He was doing better at defending himself than most of his own race. Everybody else was getting beaten and stabbed. Except there was one carnal that did catch him with a good shot and he fell over and just as he was gonna stick the cuervo? BAM!" He made the loud noise for emphasis and started a few of the younger Vagos that had just joined up. "He took a .223 to the cabeza. Don't let that be you."

A white inmate approached a member of the Families a guy from CGF specifically. The wood was about six foot with reddish blonde hair in a shaggy hairstyle and a reddish blonde mustache. He was not tattooed but he was looking to earn stripes. The man he approached was an African American of about six foot three. The man had just finished doing a set of reps. "Hey, you fucking nigger. We're taking the ball courts."

"Fuck you say to me, cracker?" Demanded the black male who had dark brown skin curly hair and a narrow but muscular frame. "You looking to get your ass beat?" The man spit in his face and the black male threw a punch. "Oh shit! Fuck his shit up, Levon! Bust that wood, cuz!" Cried another black male. The AV wannabe threw a punch to Levon's stomach and the two began throwing down. Three members of CGF rushed the shaggy haired white inmate. Before long, the Most Hated gang members came over to assist their friends and like two different drinks being poured on the pavement, the two sides crashed against each other like waves. A Baller from Strawberry with dreadlocks head butted a wood twice his size and then followed with a hard uppercut. "Yeah, motherfucker what's hood now?! This aint Bean Machine, homie!"

A black inmate who was not gang affilaiated was nonetheless having to fight a member of the AV who was roughly his size. The man tried to grapple him and the young man, a light skinned black man with a shaved head and hazel eyes standing five nine declared, "I aint looking for trouble, man! I'm just trying to do my fucking time!" The skinhead sneered spitting blood out through his teeth as the man's punch had caused him to bite his tongue. "We'' you found some, punk..." He threw a flurry of punches at the younger inmate and the man defended himself fending off three punches and taking two and following with a left hook to the jaw but the wood pulled out a shiv.

"I don't think you heard me..." The wood growled.

Paul crashed into a member of CGF who was about six four. He would be more than willing to go after Ballas and the Asians too as well as traitorous Samoans who he felt were on the wrong side of this but he was especially out for blood of Carson and Chamberlain Hills members. Carson's had given him trounble since he'd been here and they had on the streets and CGF had set him up. He couldn't be out there on the streets to exact revenge on the exact men who did it but he would be sending their homies back to Strawberry and the Hills in coffins. He hit the man in the nose with a hard right. The man, a dark skinned black male with cornrows stagered back as Paul beamed him. He defended himself quickly, however as he grabbed Paul by the shirt and swung hitting him in the gut. Paul staggered back and he would have fallen over except there was too many people in his way to even hit the ground including fellow Vagos who were swinging steel shivs into black and Asian stomachs and chests.

He rolled off the back of one of the comaradas, a cholo from Rancho and the guy yelled, "Watch out, cabron I'm working here!" As he drove the blade into the throat of a member of the Da Nang Bouyz from Cypress Flats plunging it into his wind pipe and the youngster of about eighteen or so of Vietnamese descent, fell over his mouth ajar as blood bubbled from his gaping mouth.

Paul replied, "Dispensa, carnal!" He rolled up on the ground not falling and he came back at the CGF member tackling him with a headbutt to the abdomen followed by three punches. The black male staggered back gasping and Paul hit him with a hard left causing his already bloody nose to bleed further. "You just mad cause the homies played your ass for a fool, cuz! Aint on us!" He threw a hard left kick but Paul grabbed his leg and flipped him to the ground. Paul got a punch from another black inmate this guy was a mixed looking black male who clearly had a lot of white blood in him as his skin was light and his haitr was straight though it was likely a perm. He was a couple of inches shorter than Paul but he was still coming at him fast.

"Fuck this five dollar Indian, man! We're the real Aborigines, baby! Autochthonous for life!"

Paul laughed. He'd had blacks say that before. Historically to call somebody that referred to white men who in Oklahoma paid for Cherokee citizenship o that they could undermine tribal leaders who did not want to sell their land by speaking for them. It was always meant to mean white men but blacks it seemed took this out of context and called Indigenous people whether full or mixed but especially mixed with white. Their was no time to explain this. He would have to dumb it down. Paul grabbed the scrawny black male by the throat and punched him as hard as he could in the jaw and he felt it crack. As the man fell with a few teeth spat out Paul growled, "if we're 5 dollar Indians I guess that makes you 1$ Indians. Or better yet 5 cents. You out your tribal status on layaway."

Curtis and Ben were fighting through a group of Asian and Polynesian inmates both armed with shanks and they had several skins backing them varying of Apache, Navajo, Mojave, Chumash, Tongva, Miwok, Paiute, Olohne and Kumayay. A lot of them were on the shorter wiry side of size but they were still fighting like copper colored Kamikazes even though the men they were stabbing were more likely closer related to actual kamikazes. Curtis kicked the stomach of a Samoan man who had five inches on him. "We should be fighting together, fool!" Screamed Curtis. "Why would you be on the same side as these nips? They bombed Pearl Harbor!"

"That was Hawaiins, mothafucka!" Screamed the Son of Polynesia member. "You're the same people!" The man body slammed the smaller Indigenous man screaming, "Fuck you! We're not the same and we definitely aint the same as you!" Ben put his shiv into the brainstem of the Samoan gang member and he went down. He helped him up. "Where's Paul?" Asked Curtis. "He's fighting that Negrowatha, Darnell!" Replied the Tuscarora. Darnell was well known among the American Indian inmates. He claimed tribes that were nowhere ear where he lived which is fine if you actually were and looked Native but if you were white or black you should have to prove it and especially if you weren't living n the part of the country the tribe you claim lived in. And since Darnell claimed Choctaw the idea that he was from South Central made the claim that much funnier. He made absurd claims with regards to black rappers who wore headdresses by saying that it was a test by having them wear fake headdresses until they had earned feathers for the real thing. It was one of those things that sounded like it could be true when it wasn't. No plains tribe had a custom of wearing fake war bonnets with chicken feathers.

It was often reserved for chiefs. It certainly was not worn by women so the supermodels, white or black, were not only culturally wrong but were the wrong gender for that.

He went to go and assist his fellow Iroquois brother as did Curtis as soon as he retrieved his own shank that had the blood of a Psycho fresh over the handle and blade. Paul had gotten in some good licks busting up the perm haired inmate, Darnell but he had seized the opportunity of having the CGF member who Paul had thumped on earlier grabbing him and putting him in a headlock. He punched Paul as he had him and Darnell threw punches and kicks to his stomach. He went to grab a dropped shank to stick the Mohawk hitman when suddenly the larger CGF member staggered bleeding from his under arm and his armpit. Paul had stuck him and hit him in the brachial artery.

He staggered. He swung his blade at Darnell next shanking him in the face. "I'm not dying today!" He growled. He stuck him again his blade sticking him just below his right eyeball which still ended up shanking him in the eyeball so it hung by a thread anyway as blood sprayed everywhere.

A couple of Asian imates then rushed at Paul. He stabbed the first one, a man almost as tall as him in the juggular. The next was a shorter man of Filipino descent and Paul wasted no time either. He stabbed him twice in the chest and then shoved him aside. He saw two more Asians in his way. He didn't know if these two were Psychos or Da Nang Boyz and he didn't really care. They looked like immigrants and they had shanks but they looked scared. He saw red. He stabbed the first one in the gut five times and then flung him aside using his own body weight against him just as Tanaka had taught him. The next he swung his blade at the man's necck and watched him fall down in disbelief clutching at his wounds.

He saw Sleepy was surrounded by five gang members. Two Ballas, two Son Of Polynesia and a Psycho. He was fending them off with punches as his shank had been dropped in the scuffle and he was trying to fend them off long enough to grab it. It was very reminiscent of th black guy who had been at Eagle Bay fighting better than anybody else on his side of the yard while the others were getting stabbed and beaten. He wondered however if he would be hit by a punch just as that same guy had and if the guard would be as quick to shoot as had been the case at Eagle Bay. There was smoke bombs let off as the alarm was going off. A lot of the Native, white, black, Asian Samoan and Mexican inmates that were not gang related who had been fighting to defend themselves hit the ground but the hardcore bastards were still at it. All though Curtis and Ben were not gang members, Paul feared they could get in trouble fighting for the benefit of a gang. The only way they ight not is if this could be seen somehow as more racial and less gang related.

Benjamin was using his fist as much as his shank he used the blade when he had to but he was preferring to punch people knocking them out rather than having to stab or kill. Curtis was different. He was swinging the blade like a gladiator. He stabbed a Tongan who claimed Families in the throat and the face and stomped on him. Luckily the two American Indians were still surrounded by enough people that they weren't singled out.

Paul wanted to go and help Sleepy but he knew that would probably single him out. With Sleepy, all though he was a documented validated Vago he was not validated as Onda and at least here he had the benefit of the doubt of five people attacking him so he could claim self defense. Paul got to his feet trying to make his way over there. He may have been harsh at first but Paul did owe Sleepy his life. Just them, as he felt the smoke choke his lungs he felt the swipe of a blade on his right arm. Two of the peckerwoods, including the one who had been trying to tell Sleepy he would come after Paul was swinging at Paul now. To avoid retaliation from the Ese's and being singled out by the guards for that matter, they were holding their shirts over their noses and trying to attack Paul in th smoke and confusion.

"You didn't really think we were gonna let you get away with all you've done did you, boy?" Asked the shaved headed Most Hated member. Paul kicked him in the stomach with his left leg and his shirt dropped and he got an air full of the smoke. Paul stabbed him as hard as he could in the stomach. "You're looking a bit pale and anemic, BOY. You could use some iron in your diet..." He pushed the bleeding white inmate to the ground letting him fall. Luckily they were covered in smoke.

Four more woods had come to assist the remaining one. Ben and Curtis got to him and began swinging but the smoke bomb, that was another one had landed close enough to them that they were all coughing and huddled over so even as Curtis and Benjamin did cut a couple more of them, they tried to get away from the smoke and they dropped their shanks and tried to find a good spot to get face down. Paul took one last swipe at one of thew white inmates slicing the man's right eyelid open causing a howl from him before he dropped the shank and ducked down.

The fight had not stopped with some of the Vagos, however as well as the black, and Asian and Samoan gangs. The blacks had done a number on the woods and several Vagos, Marabunta and Aztecas also had shank wounds from the black inmates and their Asian and Polynesian auxiliaries but the woods had taken a bigger loss. However still, even as Lefty was trying to keep the five inmates that kept trying to jump him off, and as other Vagos tried to go assist him but were blocked by Ballas and Families with shanks keeping them at bay, Cero got up from his place on the ground.

He saw that one of the Ballas had grabbed Sleepy's shank off the ground. "CARNAL!" He screamed. He ran faster than any black inmates could get to him. Paul looked and thought, They're gonna single him out! Cero had his own shank in hand as he ran. A .223 round narrowly missed his head as he came running. Paul feared the next would not miss. The Baller held Sleepy's shank as Sleepy kept his bloody fists up trying to fend off any had several cuts on both arms. "Whatchu gonna do now, bitch? I got your motherfucking blade, homie..."

Cero swung his blade and stuck it in the right side of the neck of the Baller who was trying to stab Sleepy with his own knife. The gang member let out a gasp as blood poured from his neck wound. One of the Cambodian inmates that had been among the five rushed at Cero now but Cero buried his blade in his stomach and withdrew it.

Finally, the fight was al over after five more minutes. There was about fifty eight people wounded and 26 dead. This riot was far worse than the 2000 Eagle Bay riot. Paul hoped there would not be any personal crackdown on him but he knew there would be no visitors. A lot of them would be transferred to maximum security or the SHU pending an investigation. Of the 26 who died, Six had been Chicano seven had been black, seven had been white, one had been American Indian, a Miwok brother, one had been a Samoan and one had been Asian.

If nothing else, the DOC would be forced to reevaluate who would be the groups inside of the "Others" grouping. Sadly, Cero would end up on death row for killing the Baller. Paul had not been caught for it as he had stayed in the middle and he had been in the tear gas when he fucked up an AV soldier but he would later see the Asian inmate he thought he killed. He saw one of the black inmates had 9th ward tattoos. He was the guy they were supposed to hit. He had a stab wound to his sternum. He was the one that had tried to reach out to Lil King. A Vago from El Burro Heights had been the one to pull his was a carnal named Risky.

The 9th ward gangster did not die on the yard but he would die after an infection after surgery. It didn't matter if he caught the infection in the hospital ward. The Vagos were responsible even if they would not brag about it. And the inmates from the other side would see it that way too. Most likely so would anybody from New Arcadia. There was no way they would blame the prison staff and not the cholo who had stuck him.

Two Weeks Later

They were watching TV after two weeks of lockdown. A lot of people had been brought to the SHU. The TV had the sitcom Neo Nazis At Work on.

A shaved headed Neo Nazi was at a warehouse that was racially diverse. He approached first a man of Chicano descent. "Hey! Are you enjoying that job?! You better work hard! A lot of Americans could have used that job!" The Chicano replied, "I was born in El Burro Heights, pendejo!"

"Listen, Paco I don't care what part of Me-He-Co you come from. Just keep the cocaine on that side okay?"

He then approached an African American worker and asked, "Hey! How's that affirmative action treating ya?! I got this job cause I worked hard. You got it cause of what you look like!" The African American replied, "If you want to talk about affirmative action look no farther than Jim Crow. That was when white folks got affirmative action for over a hundred years. To the privileged equality feels like oppression."

He then approached an Asian worker and said, "Hey! Why don't you tell your Emperor that we don't want American jobs outsourced to support Juche propaganda!"

"You just mixed up three different countries and I've been at this job longer than you, asshole. As a matter of fact, I'm your boss and your lunch break is over. Get the fuck back to work, Chad."

Chad, the Nazi then approached a white worker and said, "Hey brother! You working hard?! Youre representing the Aryan race! Don't want to be leeching off taxpayers like the Mestizos and blacks. So how about it champ?! You a hard worker?! You doing our race proud?!"

"Goddamn it, Chad, I'm the one that got you this job. I just felt bad cause you're on parole and I wanted to help an ex con turn his life around. But now I'm regretting it."

"You working hard?!" The guy asked with his eyes bugging out and turning red. "You working hard?! YOU A HARD WORKER?! YA WORKING YA WORKING?!""

An African American inmate said, "Fuck this show we're changing it to some real shit," He changed it to the semi historical war show Eazy E Company. The Jherri curled rapped was among a shit load of soldiers ducking down as Germans fired at them. "What the hell outfit are you from, son?! I thought the 92nd division was in Italy!"

"I traveled back from 1995 to now where Aids doesn't exist!" A blonde character said, "Wait doesn't that fuck alternate timelines? I've been reading up on Einstein n shit and I think you're gonna cause a butterfly eff..." Before the soldier could finish his sentence Eazy E put a hand over his mouth. "Nah, g. Don't say the name of that movie. I died of Aids in a hospital and that movie is still the worst thing I've ever encountered."

"Is the future integrated?!" Asked another soldier. "What the fuck's that supposed to mean?! I get that times is different but damn if you niggas aint racist you could at least make this desegregation shit happen sooner."

"I'm only asking.." Said the Lt. "Cause if irs and you really are a musician why the hell would you wanna come back to the 40's?! Most of us probably won't see tomorrow let alone the 90's. You got to get rich! I just watched my friend's intestines hanging out of his asshole!"

Another soldier said, "Luitenant there could be as many as two Kraut companies by that dike. We gotta rush them now before they flank us!"

Eazy E replied, "Nigga what you got dykes? Where at?! Ya'll got some live action lesbian porn around here? I know bitches back in these days got some furry pussies too I don't really like how bitches in my time wax that shit."

They all were forced to duck down as the Germans laid down heavy Machine Gun fire. "We're sitting ducks!"

"Hold on, now let a ruthless villain handle it..." The man stepped out with his two Handguns. "What the fuck kinda pistol is that? Is that an M1911?!" Cried the Captain.

"Standing on the corner straight slanging rocks awwww shit here comes the motherfucking SS! So I blast I duck and I hides behind a tree making sure the mothafuckas can't gas me," He began firing the two Handguns striking down Nazi after Nazi. The episode ended on a cliff hanger with the title of the episode being Tha Crossroads and the credits rolled with the song of the same name.

"Stay tuned for scenes for the next episode of Eazy E Company. It's not historical. It's not funny and it's not worth watching again," Stated the announcer

Paul was approached by Sleepy a he brought him lunch. "We voted bro. I got word to the carnales in the box. Tu eres carnal."

(You are a brother)

Paul's eyes widened. "Serio?" He was now Onda. "I don't want you to get any placasos though. It would make it easier for the DOC to validate you and that will just make your life that much harder. There's a chance you might get out one day. I know it hasn't ben easy but maybe if you can behave thesenext two years without incident...you can earn some puntos back with the placas too look good for the parole board. I know you were in college on the outside but didn't finish. I think you should try and get some schooling in here. Get out on parole. Let's just say if you get out...there's a priority on the lista we need taken care of."

The two shook hands. He was Onda. For life. No turning back now...in for a penny in g for a pound. Still, he wondered who it was Sleepy wanted him to kill on the outside. "There's one more thing. You got the keys officially as far as the placas are concerned to the Indian car but at the same time you need a vato to be runing shit under the radar. A man who will really be the one running things. They'll still correspond to you. I saw a lot of corazon out there. Based on what I saw, Curtis and Ben are the two that showed the most. It's up to you but if it was me in your shoes, I'd pick one of them."

Paul agreed. He just had to decide who. On one hand, Benjamin was older and he was more reserved in the sense that while he sid shank motherfuckers on the yard, he tried to minimize the amount of which he had to and had actually caused less deaths by knocking some enemies out. Some might frown on that sort of thing but Paul understood the tactician in him and why he did it. It was nothing if not restraint. At the same time. while young, Curtis had been riding with him as far as when Vasquez was still alive. Paul couldn't pick favorites he would have to go with the more logical choice. While Benjamin was closer to him by tribe, Curtis was younger and had a lot of the same anger he did and he had the same amount of testosterone towards enemies all around. But he was loyal as hell and he had helped him get revenge for Vasquez and he hated to say this cause he wished Vasquez was alive but he felt that if Vasquez had been as hardcore as Curtis, he would still be alive.

It was a hard choice. He wished he had a penny to do a coin toss. He would have to decide some other way.

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That' it for this chapter I know the sex scene with Gata wasn't long that's because right now I'm angry at women and couldn't really focus so I'll have to do it more long in a later chapter. The fact that I was able to write any of it in as bad of a mood as I am is a miracle. Seriously I'm depressed and i feel like beating the shit out of complete strangers. So the fact that I was able to do a fucking lemon where a guy who is essentially Raymond Cruz taking Karrina Arroyave to pound town is...well I barely was able to. Today was not a good day. The other day was but today was not.

Now now though. I wanted Neto to have a larger part in Ashley's death since you can say that Deshawn's death is largely due to Ortega and Pajaro while Ortega and Neto both killed Deshawn so I wanted to have Neto kill Ashley but not kill her. I know that's kind of like stroking your own dick having your OC impact a main event in a way but blame Rockstar not me they're the ones who left it up to either you killing her or having her overdose in an orgy. I mean do you honestly think if Neto did leave her heroin and had the place boarded up until nightfall Ashley would resist? I also had him say what he did to her because if you think about it every bad thing that happens in TLAD which he mentioned was her fault. He also mentioned hygiene too because as much as people talk about Trevor's he can change clothes Johnny never does.

And the scene with Ivan attempting to whiop his dick out is based on something that happene to me in HS where a black chick tried to say little in reference to mine cause i was saying i wasnt waiting for marriage (And she didn't either shes a JW but she got knocked up anyway) but she hadnt seen mine but assumed it was cause i wasnt black i was gonna whip it out to show otherwise but she was like i dont wanna see it well then don't talk shit. So this is kind of a more homosexual version of that.

Also the Baller that threatened Ivan is based on the rapper Compton may appear later. Lil Maniaco is based on King Lil G I made hin an enemy in Ballad but since hes from 18th street even if i dongt like him that much he is from 18 so it makes sense he'd be Azteca.

The insult that Ben used Negro-watha is a play on the word Negro and Hiawatha the co founder of the Iroquois Confederacy. It's not meant to be a racist term as in against regular blacks only blacks like the character Darnell who by the way that actually is based on a real guy on facebook who gets into it with me and my friends he lives in Crenshaw and claims Choctaw but he can't speak it. And one of my good friends actually is Choctaw and she clowns him hard and he just tells her to shut up and calls her a bitch. If it's any consulation we call white people lie-awathas. Especially when they claim Cherokee.

As for the fake sitcom Eazy E Company that was meant to be like a really weird parody of Band Of Brothers involving Eazy E somehow being alive and traveling back in ti,me to the 1940's. It's kind of this stupid idea i had in my mind after watching the Crossroads episode of Band Of Brothers. And yes I played on that episode being called The Crossroads by making it Tha Crossroads as in the song Bone Thugs wrote dedicated to Eazy E. I also had to do a word play on dyke and dike because I'm not mature. I'm not funny. And I'm not worth checking out again. XD self deprecating announcer/writer. And yes that line here comes the SS is taken from the song For Tha Love of Money he did with Bone Thugs and his opening line standing on the corner straight slinging rocks aww shit here comes the motherfuckers can't see me.

The Neo Nazis At Work sitcoms is kind of like my own play on how white supremacists and alt righters go on about being hard workers and whether ethnic minorities are hard workers or not. even in American History X we saw Derrick Vinyard pull that hard worker trope that White Supremacists are so proud of as far as what built the nation.

GTA V didn't really show what happens to Malc and Deshawn Malc is in Online but not V so his fate is unknown. I wanted to have this chapter be somewhat longer and have Pakie in it but I am having a stressful day which is weird cause the last couple were pretty decent. Anyway, I don't have much to say right now. So the prison riot at Boilingbroke was based on the rtiot scene from Shot Caller.

As for Ivan, I wanted to sort of show more of what he went through. So Ibn Al Mahdi is based on the real terrorist Ibn al-Khattab, and Borya is based on Shamil Basayev.

Let's just say one of the Asian guys Paul stabbed in that riot is going to be permenantly fuicked up and honestly i Paul and Lee talked and they will I ca see Lee having issue with that if he heard about it somehow this is just a hypothetical of course.

Also so the rumble turned shootout between the Aztecas and the Lost both in mission name and theme is based on the song Revenge by the band TSOL. In the video you see bikers getting ready to fight a varrio based on the way some of them look and the fact that some of them had white boys in it I'd say it was Venic3e 13 but beyond all that in LA Chicano street gangs have a long history of little wars with various biker gangs from the Hells Angels to the Mongols and back in the day all gangs rumbled whether you were a pachuco from east LA, an Angel in a Fransisco bar or a black dude from Southside Chicago in the 60's and 70's with a jacket and your club name instead of rags and tattoos. Plus I feel like even though gangs shoot more now I feel like if two gangs did agree to a rumble fist to fist it would still probably end in a shootout. That conversation Neto and Ortega had will be the last one they do have.

If any of you are interested in war history and want to learn more about the Chechan Civil War 1 and 2 look it up they happened within three years of each other I mean goddamn. At least the Sudan waited a little bit before jumping to a second one. One thing I do know about Chechnya is you don't want to be there if youre gay. They will kill you. Anyway, as far as Benjamin and Curtis, I leave it up to the reviewer as to who he should have as the guy with the keys to the Indian car. It doesn't make a diference to be both have their reasons that are in their favor. And whatever you decide it's not really gonna be a big ealusy thing with the one who doesn't get picked beause right now there's sort of a vacuum with Vasquez dead.

Anyway, until next time.