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.

54. A Warrior's Suicide

2013

Mai

"Dad? What are you doing here?"

"Kuv tuaj yeem nug koj ib yam nkaus. Vim li cas koj thiaj muaj cov tswv cuab?"

(I could ask you the same thing. Why are you among these gang members?)

She sighed. "Zoo miv yog tawm ntawm lub hnab. Tam sim no koj paub tias kuv tau mus txog li cas. Kuv ua hauj lwm hauv ib qho chaw ua haujlwm thaum kuv tsis nyob hauv tsev ib hnub tab sis kuv tabtom ua qhov no thaum hmo ntuj. Koj paub kuv muaj kev txawj ntse."

(Well the cat is out of the bag. Now you know what I've been up to. I work at an office when I'm not home by day but I'm doing this by night. You know I have the skills.)

Romeo stepped up. "Yo, your pops is the motherfucking OG?" Asked Romeo. Khoi changed to Vietnamese. "

"Im lặng nào cậu bé. Tôi không nói với bạn."

(Shut up, boy. I am not speaking to you...)

"Dad, what is he talking about?" Asked Mai. She then switched back to Hmong saying, "Zoo, koj paub kuv txoj haujlwm yog dab tsi. Koj paub kuv nrog lub koom haum zoo li koj. Qhov no yog ib feem ntawm qhov kuv xav tau."

(Okay, you know what my job is. You know I'm with the Agency the same as you. This is part of what I need to do. )

She did not realize it yet but all though most of the DNB members did not understand her, Mao did. The Cambodian Hmong understood every word.

"This is not the way to be...you have a good job...and a fiancee...does he know you're up to this?" Asked the older IAA man.

"No..." She lied. "And yeah, I have a job but it's boring. I need to blow off steam and I don't make enough money. I know that jobs like these come easy for veterans too and a lot of people are happy to have work but it's not good. Dad, don't you know that you're not supposed to sit at a computer for more than four hours a day without taking breaks? And typing too much gives you carpal tunnel?"

"These sound like millenial problems..." Stated the older Vietnamese man. "I was crawling around the jungles when I was your age. I would have killed for a desk job!"

"But daddy...!" The Asian gang members, in addition to the awe that Mai was related to one of their alleged founders were also laughing at her who many of them referred to as "Mom" behind her back due to the lecturing nature of talks she had with a lot of the younger gangsters. They found it funny that she was now the one being lectured and they each knew all too well how much within their own culture, standing up to your parents even as adults was frowned upon. "No buts..."

"No seriously...your generation was hard worker and were in the jungles fighting Communists I know that! But that's why your generation should be looking at this one and thinking desk jobs are a joke. Carpal tunnel and back problems? Migraine headaches from a computer? That's first world problems..."

"DO NOT CALL IT FIRST WORLD!" He growled. ""Rog khaub thuas txias lawm ... Kuv tuaj yeem tiv thaiv rau sab qab teb tab sis kuv pom tau tias ob tog siv ... thiab yog tias muaj ib yam uas kuv tsis nyiam nws yog lub ntiaj teb thib ob thiab lub ntiaj teb thib peb bullshit. Lub teb chaws As Mes Lis Kas thiab Fabkis yog thawj lub ntiaj teb, lub teb chaws Asmeskas Union thiab Suav Teb yog ob lub ntiaj teb, thiab Vietnam, Laos thiab Cambodia, Central America thiab Africa tau ua Third World. Lub sijhawm ob lub ntiaj teb tsis yog siv txawm tias Tuam Tshoj tseem tseem yog Communist li puas tau, Peb yuav tsum qhia cov lus zoo li thawj peb lub ntiaj teb no thiab!"

(The cold war is over...I may have fought for the south but I can see now that both sides were used...and if there's one thing I never liked it was the fdirst world second world and third world bullshit. The United States and France is first world the Soviet Union and China is Second World. And Vietnam, Laos and Cambodia, Central America and Africa gets to be Third World. Like we are pawns. We had no say in the matter. The war is over. The term second world is no longer used even though China still is as Communist as ever. We should let terms like first and third world die too)

"Dad...I told you what I'm doing here...now please tell me what you're doing here...because I know mom wouldn't like what I'm up to but she wouldn't with you either..."

He sighed. "Let's find somewhere we can talk."

Mai told the Vietnamese gangsters she would be back. Jill and Baby Face were not paying much attention as the two had proceeded to make out. She wondered if they'd fucked yet or not. They went to a Vietnamese restaurant inLittle Phnom Penh called the Eastern Sun. It was a place that had Vietnamese, Thai and Cambodian food. Mai was contemplating going vegetarian so she ordered Mì Quảng Chay The broth was cooked from white radish and mushrooms which created a fantastic flavor for noodle soup. It was combined with fried tofu, roasted peanut, grill rice pancakes and Quảng noodle. Her father ordered Ca Kho To which was essentially caramelized fish in a clay pot. The thick clay walls retained heat and moisture, helping to soften and caramelize meats when braised. In this dish, the fish developed a sweet-savory gooeyness from the sugar and fish sauce over the course of the long braise.

"Dad...this is a Psychos neighborhood. We shouldn't be here...how is it possible that you were involved with the Da Nang Boyz?"

"Mai..." He said looking straight into her eyes. "Do you remember when you were little and you used to ask me about the palm trees? You used to have these memories...of us staying in Vice City. I told you that we had gone there on a few vacations when you were little. Do you remember that?"

"Yeah but I don't see how..."

He sighed. "I'm so sorry..." He had guilt in his dark eyes. "I lied to you...that was't Vice City...you see when me and your mother first lived in the United States it was hard for immigrants. It still is in a lot of ways but even more so back then. The war had just ended and it didn't matter that I was supposed to be one of the good guys. To them I was most likely a communist sleeper. Believe it or not as late as the early 80's there were home owners that didn't want to sell or rent to us. They wanted housing to go to veterans of the foreign wars. I was upset and so was your mother. She was even more upset. She used to tell me 'how can thety say they're building homes for veterans of the war when we know that back home people were spitting on them in demonstrations?' She was right. Unlike World War II and Korea the soldiers weren't embraced as heroes this time. So on one hand we knew that they were seeing even American 'Baby Killers' as better than us even if we knew they weren't really taking care of them. And n the other hand, I fought with the Americans but if they would have found out I was fighting for the south, on the off chance it was an Anti War real estate agent, they would have seen me as just as bad."

"Dad...?" He sighed and explaimned as their food was brought to them by an attractive female waitress of Thai descent with dark brown skin almost shaped eyes and a curvy figure including large breasts and a shapely ass. Mai tried to not check her out. Not while with dad. "So...we moved where they would accept new immigrants from South East Asia. This area. People from Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand...but the Latinos...they didn't like us. Neither did the 'soul brothers' they both robbed and beat us up. I didn't really understand it. I don't think any of these East Side Vagos back then hd fought in the war but then they say gang members had joined the army for years and brought what they learned back home. So what if there wrre veterans of Vietnam that were part of their gang that came home?"

Mai listened carefully. "Anything is possible..." Normally growing up before a meal dad would make them pray but he didn't now. "You have to understand...we didn't want to be in a gang. We just wanted to protct ourselves. So me and a few other men banded together. Some of them weere on the other side of that war. We had some Northerners. They could have stayed home after the victory in 75' but many of them lost their villages and had to leave long before that happened. In those days we all had jobs. We didn't know how the slums worked in this country! But we started to stoop to their level...you don't remember a lot of it..we ended up getting in gunfights. Just like the Salvadorans when they first came here...we were fresh from a civil war. We started flooding in around the same time too..."

He sighed. "There was one man...who had been Viet Cong..he killed maybe GI's back home. He was one of the men who founded the gang along with me. I never really liked him but he was a ...homeboy..."

Mai's eyes widened upon hearing her Christian socially conservative father say that word. They ate and talked but he did not eat as much. "We backed each other in fights. We didn't like each other but we respected each other enough. Well...a lot of Americans during and after the war started bringing in heroin from the jungle. He had been involved in that himself. He had been doing business before with some Thai's...and some men who were involved with some very nasty businessmen from North Holland in Liberty City. Men who smuggled dope in coffins. Pretty soon, we were doing that to buy guns. And flooding our own neighborhood with the same poison many of us were killed back home for..."

He had a tear run down his eye. "Do you remember...Uncle Anh Dung?"

She nodded. "Yeah...when we were in South Yankton...the first time I ever saw snow. You said he was running from some Cubans back in Vice City but he was otherwise okay and that he went back home to Vietnam...why?"

More tears rolled down his cheeks. "They were really Vagos...and they shot him... they shot him eight times. We had to run because as much as were fighting and killing a lot of their soldiers...they were killing us more. The 80's were a bloody time. When I first got here I thought American ghettos were a joke. Compared to Vietnam they were. But then I saw men I had grown up with back home who had survived the war with me gunned down. Can you imagine this? Surviving the worst war in our modern history...only to be killed in a drive-by."

"Oh god..." Mai said her eyes widening. "Dad...then you have to understand why I'm doing what I'm doing. You hate the Vagos just like i do. Worse evem. I forgive you, dad...you moved us out of Los Santos to get us to safety..."

"Yes...and unfortunatly.. do you know who helped us get our house in South Yankton? None other than Devlin..."

Packie

Earlier That Day...

Holed Up- Burton

He got to the apartment where Neto, and Mai were. Neto answered the door. Packie wore a gray jacket over a black t shirt and blue jeans. Neto wore a dark blue and white Hawaiian floral t shirt. He asked, "What do you want?" Packie asked, "Paul here?"

"No. He's on a job of his own. I haven't heard from him yet."

"Well, I came by looking for work. I don't know too many people out here. Some guy did give me and a friend a lift from a job but I'm willing to start small. I know I aint from LS so I know I gotta start at the bottom."

Mai called for him to come in. "Hey, come in. We do got a job for you. Madrazo just called us and he wants us to come one of his associates."

She showed them the text message.

Why can none of my men look after themselves? A chief lieutenant can't even leave his house without being shot to hell by random thugs. I sent some men to try and protect him, but now they're not even answering their cells. Go to the apartment, collect the imbecile, and bring him safely back to my place.

Mai turned to Neto. "Is that gonna be a problem? I know you hate the Madrazo cartel. If you don't want in, let us know."

"Actually..." The Mexican national said, "Juan's one of the few fuckers in Los Madrazo Cartel I don't have a problem with. Stoic but he's loyal. Barton, huh? I'm wondering which clique it is? He and I used to lay out Mara Cucas together on the other side of the border so I bet it's them. Laid out a whole clique of those rankers que no? They made the mistake of being bodyguars for Zero shipments."

"Cool. Let's go fuck em up,"" Packie stated. "I got my car out front."

Mai, who was wearing an all black leather outfit and shade. Packie had a black leather jacket on over a white shirt and blue jeans and Hinterland boots and he wore a 4 leaf clover necklace. They got into the dark blue Willard. "We need one more person for this. I can't get a hold of my friend Jill. And my friends down a the beach are just too far away to call to help on such short notice. Any takers?"

Neto dialed a number and spoke in Spanish. With a few more words he got off the phone and said, "Alright, I got Demon to send this vato I've seen around the neighborhood to come meet us. I don't really know him by name more like association and I've seen him in a few gunfights we've been in so he should do."

"You sure this is the kind of thing to trust to a guy who's just a gang banger and not a proffesional?" Asked Packie. "Hey, we're dragging you along. You aint from here," Neto growled. "Neither are you, Neto. Neither am I. Yucatan is farther away than Liberty City. Be nice..." Mai warned.

"Yeah and Ireland is further away than both of those places..." He said. "Would you fucking relax, amigo? I was cool with Puerto Ricans in South Bohan so why don't you stop being a prick?" Neto chuckled. "That aint the same thing and you know it."

"What do I know? I was to busy taking on guineas to be too concerned with too many other people."

"I'm surprised Paul trusts you. He's gotta know how many Irish fought in the United States army during the wars for manifest destiny..."

"Hey, we all make mistakes, pal! Besides, if you're in a cartel you have no room to talk and besides, he may knw what he knows and I know what I know and you should know about St Patrick's Battalion. We may not have been from there but those guys are fuckin heroes down in your country!" Neto rolled his eyes. "Now you wanna play that card?"

Mai was confused. "Who is the St Patrick's Batallion?" Neto was genuinly shocked she didn't know who they were. "mija, I thought you were the smart one?"

"So maybe history's not my best subject. When it's something I'm interested in I pay attention but when it comes to the industrial revolution and..." She faked a yawn. "European Renaissance it's just so goddamn boring...!"

"Yeah, well I always got bored in class learning about farming in the fertile crescent. Seriously, who gives a fuck? I'm more into the Troubles. And my oldest brother fought in it. It's one thing to read about it in a book. It's another thing to have your own flesh and blood tell you about it. And even more of a thing to go through it. I guess when I got old enough even I could have gone and fought in it if I really wanted to. I would have been what, seventeen eighteen? Plus the peace talks in 97' were complete bullshit and it carried onto 2005."

"It's still goig on, I thought..." Mai said. "What was your brother's name? He still alive?"

"No. He got killed by a cowardly piece of shit I considered a friend. I never got the chance to get back at the motherfucker either. He had a serious smack problem though so he would have probably died of an overdose anyway."

"I'm just telling you this for your own benedit..." Neto said. "You overshare. Not that it's not interesting. War is interesting in history and in modern times but it's fetishized by people that never really fought in it. But sabes que? You should be more careful telling people you met shit like this, homes. Even if you do know Paul."

"Shut up, Neto you're making it seem like we're untrustworthy including yourself..." Mai scolded. "Honestly? You shouldn't trust us. Not if you're smart. You said it before a close friend of yours killed your brother, right? You shouldn't trust anybody but you. Especially in this city. Liberty is full of hobos and cut throat stock brokers and wannabe hustlers. This city is full of self absorbed lifestyle gurus, junkies and faggots."

"Jesus. Not an Irish friendly city out here I take it? Ah shit what am I saying? It's sunny as fuck. Of course it isn't," Neto added, "Yeah and this city, hell the south and most of the midwest doesn't even have Irish enclaves, homes. If you're a Celt out here you just identify as white. Same with Italians and Anglos and Germans."

"Us in the same category as guidos? Well shit. Drop me off at the airport, then. I don't want to live here anymore..." Mai chuckled. "Would you two shut the fuck up?" She said with a sassy smile. "Los Santos rocks! Maybe you got an exotic jungle land like Yucatan to call home or the world's busiest city so Los Santos is just another big city to you two but if you come from South Yankton, you'd kill to live in any of those places."

"You'd kill to live in Mexico?" Asked Neto. "The fuck is wrong with you?" He asked. She told him, "What, you hate your own country? It's always bikini season down there. Live on a villa near the beach, bronze oiled up hunks, drinks with Umbrellas in them. Why wouldn't I?"

"One, I don't hate Mexico. There's no place like it but I can't go back there right now but there are a lot of problemas down there and that's why I was fighting down there to try and make it as easy a place to live as America. Two, you sound like every tourist blonde bitch in Cancun thinking we're all there to cater to their every need. Make no mistake about it. We hate tourists down there. They hate Americans down in Belize too."

They got to the spot and Neto saw a dark blue Phoenix pull up and an Azteca with XVIII tatted on the back of his shaved head. He was a dark brown skinned man and he stood at about five seven and had a narrow frame wearing a dark blue and white plaid flannel jacket and white khakis and he carried an MP5 and wore sunglasses. They saw a shootout already taking place as they git out. The Ballas firing at Juan a light brown skinned Mexican with a buzz cut and he wore a black wife beater revealing tattoos up and down his arms one of which was a red dragon on his right arm which Neto found odd as it had no cultural significance from him so he must have seen it as a bad ass thing. He had a handle bar mustache and a gold chain necklace and he had gray dickies.

He was carrying a 9mm. He fired from behind a black Fugitive. Mai had her M4A1 ready and Neto had his AK-74 ready as well. Three Ballas did lay in a pool of blood already but Juan had taken a bullet in one of his arms obscuring his other tattoo. "Cabron!¡Haré matar a toda tu familia!"

(Asshole! I'll have your whole family killed!)

Neto aimed the AK at a Baller wearing a purple and white Varsity jacket a man with dark skin and dreads who almost looked like a full blooded African but he was born in the US. The man stood six feet and wore red and gray Eris sneakers. The man had an Uzi. Neto hit him with six rounds and four bombarded the black gang banger in his right lung while two hit him in his right atrium. He was killed instantly.

Mai had her M4A1 equipped with a grenade and she fired it from the side of the wall and it exploded. The shell from the M203 exploded as two cars were blown up. A dark red Primo and a purple Jackal exploded and three Ballas were obliterated in the process and limbs flew apart decorating the parking lot.

Two skulls landed next to each other, one had half its face blown off the other had most of the skin intact but burning while bits of brain matter erupted from the back of his skull. Mai wasted no time and she began letting off rounds at the gang bangers.

Seven rounds struck two Ballas down the first falling dead as the rounds hit his spine the next falling with two rounds in the armpit. He was wounded and still alive but was bleeding out rapidly.

The next three rounds missed.

The Azteca from Rancho opened fire as well dropping two Ballas with twenty rounds. "BK, putos! We don't run motherfucker! We eat you Brogue levas for breakfast! Nah not even breakfast! You're not even on our level to be breakfast you're more like a snack, ese!"

"Man, fuck ya'll niggas! The Aztec Empire's done, bitch! Move on! Pick a tribe that was a little bit better at fighting! Zulus still around! Ya'll got wrecked by the Conquistadores but we ruled over their asses for 700 years!"

The cholo chuckled as he realized they were talking about the Moors ruling Spain until 1492. "Was that before or after they cut off your balls so they wouldn't reproduce with their women? Some Moros were North African and some looked like you but the ones that looked like you were conquered by Morrocans and they cut your pelotas off! In fact that happened more over there than the shit that brought you here, fool! No wonder you're Ball-less! You're a bunch of eunuchs, homes!"

"That's true," Neto said with a smirk. "There's about a million Lebanese in Mexico and they told me all about that...actually not a bad idea..."

Neto laughed. " Y los Zulus? They're from a different part of the continent. That's like me claiming Eskimo! Trust me, you mossheads are descended from tribes that couldn't fight or you wouldn't be here. Maybe if the Akan and the Ashanti were better fighters we wouldn't be having this conversation!"

"Fuck you! At least we aint lose three Emperors to the Spanish, punk! And you lost it to the same mothefucker!" Neto yelled, "No, you just had one leader that went crazy and got shanked by his own brothers for imposing a ban on sex, you had another leader that was the richest guy on the continent maybe even the world, he caused inflation and ended up selling his own people to the same guys that enslaved you! And your greatest empire ended up getting done in by a rival empire instead of colonizers. Y luego tuviste dos imperios sucesores más y luego terminó siendo conquistado por los franceses! Ni siquiera nos golpearon por los franceses! ¡Perdiste a los coños más grandes!"

(And then you had two more successor empires and then ended up being conquered by the french! Not even we were beaten by the French! You lost to the biggest pussies ever!)

Mai yelled, "Neto shut up and just shoot them! They're not gonna be alive to remember the insultsyou gave them later anyway.

"Maybe I've seen too many Vinewood movies!" Neto admitted as he fired his magazine emptying it forcing the four Ballas ducked behind a Manana to cover. "Hey, homie we'll trade you the bitch in the tank top for the bitch in leather!"

Neto reloaded from cover and Mai yelled, "A bitch, huh?!" She fired her M4 striking the man that said that in the right thigh with nine rounds. He screamed in agony as crimson bursts erupted from his leg. Packie fired his MP5 striking a Baller carrying a Remington 870 in the chest. Mai let off another three rond burst striking the already wounded Baller in the groin.

He shreiked in a higher octave. "Damn you just turned this puto from a bass to a soprano," Neto said with a chuckle. Mai yelled, "Who's the bitch now, you pig?!" The man screamed out in unintelligible English that sounded to Packie like an appeal to God. Mai looked at the blood in his pants and she said, "Hey look, BITCH. Our periods just synced. Wanna be besties?"

He tried to aim at her with his sidearm but she fired hitting him with a headshot and she jokingly grinned saying, "Byyyyyyeeeee..." Imitating how millennial women talked.

She was hit with several rounds in the back however as she was reloading and Packie pulled her to safety. "Hang on, darling, I got this...and it's not a patriarchy thing," He said. "Just a courtesy thing."

He fired striking the Baller who had done it, a black m,an with light brown skin, hazel eyes and a white T shirt and a Boars cap on backwards. He struck the man in the upper chest. The rounds went up into his neck. Mai got up and Neto got into Juan's car. "You still got a good arm, fucker. You drive. We'll cover you."

Mai and Packie got into Packie's car with Packie behind the wheel. Juan drove and the Ballas were soon pursuing them. Mai fired out the window striking one of the Ballas. They sped up the street. Neto told Juan, "Let's get back to El Jefe's spot in Hillcrest!"

"¡Sé dónde está, imbécil! Soy su teniente. Él confía en mí por eso te envió a buscarme. Traicionaste al Sr. Madrazo," Growled the cartel member. "Tienes suerte de no haber recibido una bala en la cabeza tan pronto como llegaste a esta ciudad!"

(I know where it is, asshole! I'm his lieutenant. He trusts me that's why he sent you to get me. You betrayed Mr. Madrazo. You're lucky you didn't get a bullet in the head as soon as you arrived in this city!)

Neto told him, "Piénsalo, Juan. Si eres tan de confianza, teniente o no, ¿por qué tuvimos que venir a buscarte en primer lugar? ¿Por qué no tendrías más hombres contigo en todo momento? ¿Es eso normal para un teniente?"

(Think about it, Jean. If you're so trusted, Lieutenant or not why did we have to come get you in the first place? Why wouldn't you have more men with you at all times? Is that normal for a lieutenant?)

"Envió a los hombres para que me ayuden, pero él nunca lo hizo! Si te hubiera quedado atrapado por el señor Madrazo, se habría quedado a tu lado."

(He sent men to help me but he never made it! If you had stuck by Mr. Madrazo he would have stuck by you.)

"Si crees que incluso un solo cartel tiene la palabra lealtad en su diccionario, tienes otra cosa que viene, hombre. Con la misma rapidez con que me dejaron a morir, te van a hacer. Todos somos expansibles. Lo único beneficioso es el dinero y eso no va a durar."

( If you think even a single cartel has the word loyalty in their dictionary you've got another thing coming, man. Just as quickly as they left me to die, they're going to do to you. We're all expandable. The only thing that's beneficial is the money and that won't last. )

The cholo with them started firing his Mac-10's out of the window. "We got company, ese! Ball sacks on our six!" He fired striking one of the men in the Baller SUV, a man of Senegalese descent. He struck the man in the throat and chest. The next person he hit was the man net to him, an overweight bald black man in a white t shirt that said Rancho on it. Neto fired out the window striking the man in the front passenger seat, a black female wearing a purple plaid button up. He struck her with twelve rounds in the belly and he shattered the window she had rolled down and she fell her weight crunching into the broken glass breaking off in her already bloody wounds. She hung gushing out the window. Neto then fired at the driver, a dark skinned black male from Belize. The 7.62 rounds hit the man in the left eyeball blowing i into nothing but a red messy hole and the rounds went further up his skull blasting into his forehead. The rounds went into his frontal lobe by the dozen and the vehicle ended up crashing.

Mai, meanwhile was holding off another SUV full of Ballas. Packie sprayed the H&K out the window as best as he could while trying to drive. "Fuckin A, lass! At least this city has one thing in common with back home! No short amount of psychopaths with guns!"

"If you really think about it, doesn't that apply to us too?" Asked Mai with a dry smile as she fired striking a Baller in cornrows who wore a Panics jersey with six rounds in the gut. "No!" Packie said almost sounding offended. "We're from outta town so we're tourists! Everybody knows it's the locals that are the true maniacs!" She laughed at that and some of his rounds did manage to hit a tall muscular black male in the back with dreads with six rounds in the neck including his vocal cords while the next three hit him in the temple and the rounds bombarded his temporal lobe.

The driver fired a Mac-11 forcing Packie and Mai to duck down and his last remaining homie was firing an Uzi out the window as well. "Fucking bitches! You should have minded your own business!" Packie was hit with six rounds himself biut luckily he had on a vest as well. "Jesus! You know, I can take getting hit with this thing on but I kinda have to drive too! So you wanna take care of that guy?!"

"I'm on it!" Promised the ex Army soldier as she readied another 40mm round for the M203. Mai waited for them to reload and luckily the two took the time to also pop off rounds at Neto and Juan in the car ahead. Mai stuck her Rifle out the window and she instructed Packie to get the car a safe distance from the SUV. "Hey, asshole!" She called out as the passenger shooter was reloading and the driver was also reloading while at the same time trying to drive and ended up spilling the rounds into his lap. "Killing you is my business!" She fired the shell into the window and she watched as the man was literally blown in half inside the car before the whole thing went up in a blaze.

They were all tearing up Hawick Avenue. Pedestrians ran and screamed as the gunfire was exchanged. Mai's Rifle was shot her her arms however, as she was getting ready to take out the last SUV. "Fuck!" It fell into the street clattering below. There was two Ballas inside this one and both were firing at them. Packie ducked down and Mai took seven in the back and she almost fell out the window as she tried to catch her breath. Packie grabbed her arm so that she didn't. "I gotcha! Hold on..." She was leaning out the window at an unsafe distance. "Oh, God...!" She cried out in fear not wanting to end up a red mark on the asphalt. Packie bought her a little time as he sent a barrage of rounds from the MP5 out the window but it clicked empty. "There's ammo in the backseat! You gotta reload and use it to cover us or we're fucked!" Packie warned.

The Ballas had served to get away from his onslaught of rounds but were now back. The driver had stuck his left arm out the window and over the roof letting off rounds from an SMG at them and the passenger was loading up a Bannana clip into an AK-47. "SHIT! Hurry up!" Packie screamed. "I'm trying!" Cried the IAA agent as she scrambled to reload. "We should have been better prepared!" The Baller aimed at Packie's face. "You wanna try that again, motherfucka? You should have hit me the first time!" Just then he was rammed and his rounds went wild. He looked to see Juan had rammed him and he almost dropped the weapon into the street as Mai had with hers but he held on with the strap of the Rifle. Mai got the magazine slapped home and was going to start shooting but the shooting had already started and it wasn't happening between Packie's car and the Ballas.

The Azteca Neto had brought with him and the Neto were both firing at the SUV and the SUV was exchanging rounds with them. The cholo with the Mac-10's struck both Ballas in the abdomen striking the driver in the stomach going through an artery as well as through his liver. The passenger was hit in the right side of the chest and the arm as the Azteca unloaded every round but he had returned fire and struck the Azteca with five rounds in the stomach and as the cholo slumped in the back seat, two more 7.62 rounds hit him in the face one in the right cheekbone and one above his right eyebrow causing quite a mess. The wounded Baller braced himself for impact as his dead homie crashed the SUV. Neto had Juan pull over. He checked the wallet of the deceased Azteca who though he had not known, had saved Mai's ass as well as Packie and even himself.

The steering wheel had been obliterated by the gunfire too. It was sparking and wires hung loose wrecked and sparking from where the ignition had been. Neto grabbed the passenger by the hair. "Aight...go head and kill me...just...let me get one last smoke...please..." Neto took the cigarette lighter from the vehicle. "Sure thing...I got you..." He pressed it against the man's lips and he screamed in agony. "MMMMMMMHAHHHHHHHHHH!" Roared the Baller. Neto grinned, "Sorry, ese I'm a little clumsy. I got the wind knocked outta me. I'm a little off today..." As his lips were burned and bleeding Neto tried again. He lit his hair on fire. He shreiked and screamed as his scalp was burned and hair singled. Mai grabbed the hat off of his deceased friend and smothered the flames. "We don't have time for this..." She insisted.

Packie looked at the deceased Chicano gang member laying dead in the back seat. "This is the guy who shot them both right?" Neto nodded. "Yeah...I put that hole in his stomach though...we both got him. Funny how his friend is the one that's dead..." Packie looked at the bloody mess that had been the Chicano gangster. "Well me and Ms Thu here would be fuckin dead if it wasn't for that guy. What's his name?"

"Honestly, I don't know. But he's cool, eh we've fought alongside each other."

"You don't know the name of the guy in your own fucking gang? Jesus Christ! He died for us, for you!" Neto told him, "I know him by face. Calmate! There's a lot of faces in the cliqua. When you're in a big varrio it's not like you know everybody all the time and even when you do it's not like you're close with everybody..."

"Jesus, this guy realy is a sociopath. The rumors are true..." Packie grabbed the black guy by the hair. "Nah man...I can't go out by a white boy, man! Let the ese or the bitch do it. My partnas won't respect when I'm gone otherwise..." Packie sneered, "You think I give a fuck about your street honor, pal?" He then directed the man's gaze at the odometer. "You know, people back home drive gas guzzling pieces of shit like this. I hate em. They're overcompensationmobiles. Fuck calling an Infernus or a Cheetah that. One of these or a Patriot is the real vehicle for a man with something to hide," He then pushed his head forward. "And your friend wasn't very respectful to his own vehicle. Look at the gas mileage!" He slammed the man's face into the glass gauge and the man's blood got all over it. "F...Fu..fuck...!" Cried the man. Packie slammed his face into it again. And again. And again. He did this five more times busting the man's skull open and then he left him slumped against the dashboard with his head leaking. As they got back to their respective vehicles, Mai pushed the dead passenger's head back down into the lap of his deceased friend the driver resembling an obscene position. She smiled in an evil manner saying, "Now that's what mama likes to see. Farewell, fellas..." She blew a kiss and they got back in their cars.

Neto showed him his ID. "If you want to say a little prayer for him or whatever...I'll make sure his familia is taken care of..." Packie looked at the drivers license. Hilberto Mendoza. Well...I didn't know you well but you want out like a man. And I owe you. I hope you get to see the face of the bastard that got you.

They pulled up at Madrazo's place a half an hour later. Madrazo came outside and there were two armed guards carrying Assault Rifles.

Martin and Javier were both there. "¡Juan, amigo mío! Me alegro de ver que estás bien. ¿Mis compañeros te trajeron aquí sin demasiados problemas?" Greeted Madrazo in a jovial demeanor.

(Juan, my friend! I am glad to see you are well. Did my associates get you here without too much trouble?)

"Sí. Aparte de esto. Pero tengo esto antes de que lleguen," Replied the high ranking cartel member referring to his bullet wound.

(Yes. Aside from this. But I got this before they got here.)

He ordered one of his men to take him inside to get his bullet wound taken care of. He then looked at Neto. "Ahhh my loyal friend to Javier...Javier said you were a bad boy last year. But maybe now you are finally making it up to me, no?"

Neto swallowed his pride. "Si jefe...everybody just wants another chance..."

"I've left Javier in charge of some of the operations down south last year that's true...and he told me what was done to your familia...but let's be honest...how much did you really value them? You knew them for maybe less than a year and you only met that foolish woman by chance...she was going to die whether you met her or not. And I am sorry about what happened to your child. The men who did that? Barbarrians. But it was Javier who hired them not me. I do not use their services. Too uncivilized for this fine country..."

"Maybe not...and I do want another chance to get back in your good graces, senor...but I do want those men. If Javier is willing to let them go...we could put the past behind us..."

Javier scoffed. "You brought that all on yourself with that stupid tu sabes? You should just look at it as a loss that doesn't really matter like el mero meo said. Think about it, ese. It's like if you give a campesino a hundred dollars and he spends most of it on something foolish...we maylaugh at him for not saving it but where's the real harm in it? It was one hundred dollars he didn't have to begin with. It's not like he earned it it was given to him. Lo mismo puede decirse de usted y Nenetl. No la conocías y lo que tenías no era una relación real. Te jodiste y seguro que no la dejaste como un perro campesino por lo general lo hace pero esa es toda la extensión de tu relación con ella," He said smugly.

(The same can be said for you and Nenetl. You didn't know her and what you had was not a real relationship. You fucked and sure you didn't leave her like a peasant dog usually does but that is the full extent of your relationship with her.)

Neto snapped punching Javier in the face. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" The remaining bodyguard aimed his Rifle at Neto and Mai and Packie readied their weapons ready to throw down if need be. Madrazo saw Javier reaching in his waistband for a pistol but he stopped him. "Calma...calma..." He then looked at Mai and Packie. "You have worked for me before..." He said looking at Mai. "We've had a decent understanding it would be a shame to ruin it..."

He turned to Packie. "You, I've heard good things about. Your family back east had a lot of power at one time. Even if it's gone anything can return if you set your mind to it but this is my city not yours. You do not run Los Santos. And if you were to shoot my man here or even Javier...or me...I can promise you that all the men I have inside would be on you in seconds. And even if you did survive, I know you've still got a brother left alive. One who has legal problems. Another who is a Police Chief. Did Gerald...ever get out of prison? Or is he going to have to serve the entire fifty years?"

Packie didn't like that he was bringing that up. Mai herself though she knew a little bit about him was not even sure of that much yet. "Well you can kill my brother Frankie and I won't give a shit. Well actually I will. I want to be the one that kills him."

Martin let out a jolly laugh. "Muy Bien! That's right. He is a police commissioner. I remembered I learned that when you first got to this city and your name started ringing around town looking for jobs. But you are a furgitive of the law,. As I recall the Liberty City Police Department had a warrant out for your arrest. You can't go back there any way but on a gray goose. I don't need to kill you if you become trouble, Mr. McReary. I can just have you incarcerated the way your brother was. Well, all of your brothers I should say...y tu papa..."

Packie wanted to cuss out the Mexican kingpin but he held it together. "It's not a proble. I'm just here to make a living. I needed a change of scenery."

"Glad to hear it..." He then turned to Neto. "As for you...I understand tempers and emotions run high so I willl allow you that transgression just this once. Javier was being a loud mouth. Don't let it happen again. But you are right about one thing. He is a son of a bitch. A stupid hijo de puta!" Javier looked at Martin with anger in his eyes at what the gang boss said. "His inability to properly run things down south resulted in us taking losses from you and your friends down in Chiapas and even after you left the country, Los Zeros took it upon themselves to declare open season on us. Their sicarios have killed a lot of good men of mine. Even politicians and police captains I paid good money for. And this idiota was unable to minimize these losses! So I put a man I can trust in charge down there. It's better that Javier stays with me. So that the sicaios do not get him. I wouldn't want anything to happen to mi primo after all..."

Javier looked at Madrazo saying, "Martin ... sobre eso ... dijiste que con el tiempo podríamos ser socios iguales en esta ciudad..."

(Martin...about that...you said that over time we could be equal partners in this city..)

"¡Idiota! No aire nuestra ropa sucia en frente de la ayuda! ¡Usted se convertirá en mi socio cuando demuestre que es lo suficientemente responsable! Hasta entonces eres degradado a deber de guardaespaldas."

(Idiot! You do not air our dirty laundry in front of the help! You will become my partner when you prove you are responsible enough! Until then you are demoted to bodyguard duty.)

Neto chuckled at that and he saw the embarrassment on Javier's face. "Awww what's the matter, Javi? Feeling inadequate homes?" Javier went for his pistol again and he said, "Martin if he doesn't get out of here I'm shooting him..."

"¡Cállate!" Screamed the older cousin. "You do not shoot anybody unless I tell you!" He then looked at Packie, Neto and Mai. "But you do need to leave. I have a...'friend' over and it would be rude if I kept he...him waiting any longer. We agreed on 5 grand each. There were four of you. Mai texted me when you were on your way back here..."

"Yeah that was before. Mi comarada...Hilberto got killed. Fighting the Ballas."

Martin chuckled. "So you want to split his cut three ways? What is 5 grand split into three?"

Neto answered so quickly it surprised Packie. "1 666.66667...but we're not doing that...I'm giving Hilberto's cut to any family he has."

Packie was impressed by the change in Neto as far as that went. It wasn't that he didn't care the man died but it was kind of fucked up he didn't know his name. And there was no excuse for that but at least now he wanted to make up for it.

"Aye dios mio...two triple six's. That is a bad number, my friend. A bad number indeed. Fine. You do with it what you want. I will wire the money to your bank account numbers. When you leave here you will text me your information. As for Hilberto's cut..." He got a wad of cash out and counted it and then handed it to Neto. "It's not much but you are a man of honor doing right by your soldados...it's for this reason I think we can continue to do business and you can earn our trust again. Don't prove me wrong, Santa Muerte..."

As they left Neto smiled. "I wouldn't dream of it, el mero mero. I'm the answer to your prayers..."

They left the house and as Packie drove Mai asked, "So can you guys tell me about the St Patrick's Battalion? I'm a history girl. I always like to learn something new. What was that like during the Civil War?"

Packie looked back at Neto. "What do you think? You want to tell it or should I? It's technically both our history."

"First off it was the Mexican American war..." Neto said. "They were supposed to kill us. The US hired them to do that. Just like they sent them to kill Indios on the plains. Except with us they saw a parallel to where they were being treated. Also I think it helped that we were Catholic. Most of us."

Packie nodded. "Pretty much. We ended up switching was right around the time of the great potato famine. Don't get me wrong we've fought in just about every US war there is but that's when the largest amount of us came. That's when it ended up making it so there were more of us here than in Ireland. I think I might have even had some ancestors that did that."

"If you had ancestors that survived that you would have been born in the states..." Neto reminded him. "And since a lot of them married the women you'd also have brown skin."

"Alright, well anyway what you gotta understand is America was a lot like Britain in those days. They hated Catholics they hated us and they hated the Mexicans. The generals knew about what we were going through and offered money and land to defectors."

"Which if I was around back then I wouldn't have trusted anybody that betrayed. If you betray your own army why wouldn't you betray ours?"

"That's not nessecarily true..." Mai said. "You can't see it as treason if they weren't treated well by the people they betrayed. It's treason if they would have been well treated and had defected. I'm not against our military but back then I can see it..."

"Our military. You sound like an Uncle Sam poster, chica...the fuck...anyway, they joined our Legion of Foreigners. After the Battle of Resaca de la Palma the legion was organized into St Patrick's Battalion."

"We both got our asses kicked that day..." Packie lamented. Neto confirmed. "We did better at the Battle of Churubusco but the Battalion took a beating. We ran out of ammo killing the Americanos and the Battalion lost most of their men. That's why it's almost impossible for anybody today to be descended from any of those crazy bastards."

"Maybe..." Packie disagreed. "85 members of the battalion were taken prisoner. Seventy-two of them were tried for desertion. Some were pardoned, 50 of them were hanged, and one was shot."

"How do you know this?" Asked Mai addressing Packie. "I mean no offense but I expect Neto to know this and it's good for you that you do know your history but Paul told it that you were more of a hot headed coke fiend than an intellectual."

"Well that's a dick move on his part to say that! Fuck! We talked about history plenty of times. I always talked about the similiarities of our cultures. That is when I figured out he wasn't really Puerto Rican."

"I wonder if he thought that when the paddy;s with George Washington helped kill his people? Sullivan was one of you."

"What the hell is your problem, boyo? I get that some of us fucked up nobodys perfect but we helped ut in your war. And as far as we go we're the closest group in Europe that can honestly say we have anything in common with the tribes here in America. Mai, you don't have a dog in this fight. What do you think?"

"I don't know. I can honestly see both sides..." She said. "I'll need to think about that and Ill get back to you. I want to read some more on the Battallion later online. I do agree the Irish were treated pretty badly the British and the Americans. Maybe on a small scale I would say you can compare the two but you're talking about an island country as opposed to an entire continent."

"Well bear this in mind. At one point the Celts were all over our continent too.I'm just saying. With Paul's folks up north they're not free cause the limey crown still runs Canada and we aint free cause Northern Ireland is still part of the UK. That's all I'm saying."

Mai asked Neto as they drove south into the city. "Are you really going to give that 5 g's to Hilberto's family?"

"Yeah...I'm probably gonna give more than that. I'm gonna try and do that with all the soldados. Me and Demon talked about it before. We know life in the varrio aint easy and death is every day but we can at least try and soften some of the damage. When comaradas supporting families die for the flag in the streets, their families lose their earner. And even if their ruca went straight and is working a 9 to 5 even if they make good money, you can get paid every day if you know these streets right. A decent enough job you';re talking once a week but most jobs pay you once every other week."

"I've had jobs that paid once a MONTH..." Complained Mai. "Especially after High School...sure I made a lot more in one check than a once a week or once in two weeks but if it all comes to the same amount anyway I'd rather have my money then and there."

Packie dropped them off at the apartment. "Hey listen, if you guys get anymore workm, even just outside of some of the people I met out here let me know. The Battallion once took orders from generals down south so if your boys down in Rancho ever need an extra gun, I'm willing to. I do walk-by's too not drive-by's. I can be your one man battalion if you ever need one. Plus I'm staying in Ranch."

"The no tell motel..." Mai said. "We know it all too well..."

As Packie let them out and he checked his bank account to make sure he'd been paid, he thought about Derrick. He wished he hadn't been such an asshole when they had robbed the Bank Of Liberty. Maybe if Derrick had been allowed to send his cut home he wouldn't have put it up his arm but of course, this was wishful thinking. He couldn't still decide who he hated more between Niko or Francis. Niko had gone quite these last several years and he hadn't been able to find him. If he had, he would have approached him under the pretense of peace and put two in his head.

Later That Night

Blood Money

Mai was chilling in the East Asian neighborhood again sipping on a Cerveza Barracho. Mao approached her. "I know what you're really about, girl."

She looked at him. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

He smirked. "Yeah, sure you don't. Qhov tseeb yog kuv tsis tu uas koj nyob nraum nrog kom deb li deb li ntawd. Kuv tuaj ntawm ib lub teb chaws uas peb tus neeg tua neeg tau tua neeg rau hnav tsom iav. Txawm tias Romeo muaj ib co kev cai ntseeg txog kev ua tsov ua rog thiab tag nrho cov neeg sab nraud tuaj yeem txeeb tsis tau qhov tseeb. Li ntawd, yog tias koj txiv los yog koj tau sim coj tib neeg zoo li ntawd? Kuv nyob zoo nrog nws. Nws tsis yog tib yam li yog koj FIB. Qee cov neeg yuav tsis nyiam txoj kev uas IAA ua lawv cov caj dab nyob hauv lub hood tab sis cov neeg ncaj ncees zoo li peb nyob sab nraud raws li txoj cai lij choj thiab yog tias lawv tsis ua rau peb jam kuv xav hais tias nws yog qhov twg. Cov Feds hais tias lawv xav kom peb tso tseg pawg pov banging thiab kev muag tshuaj. Lub koom haum xav kom peb ua raws li ntawd. Tej zaum nws tseem nkhaus tab sis dab tsi ntxiv muaj rau kuv lawm? Yog hais tias lawv tab tom cia kuv mus rau qhov twg kuv tuaj yeem ua tau txhua yam kuv xav tau, lawv raug nplua los ntawm kuv."

(Truth is I don't care who you're with as far as that. I came from a country where our dictator massacred people for wearing glasses. Even if Romeo has some legit beliefs about the war and all with the westeners invading that doesn't change facts. So if your dad or you tried to take down people like that? I'm fine with it. It's not the same as if you were FIB. Some people may not like the way the IAA sticks their necks in the hood but honestly people like us are living outside the law anyway and if they're not trying to jam us I'd say it's whatever. The Feds say they want us to stop gang banging and dealing drugs. The Agency wants us to keep doing it. Maybe it's crooked but what else is there for me anyway? If they're keeping me to where I can do whatever I need to, they're fine by me.)

She sighed. "Zoo nkaus li raws li Nyab Laj, uas yog kuv txiv tsis yog kuv. Kuv yuav tsis ua li ntawd. Thiab cov tshuaj luam? Peb tsis xav tau kev koom tes hauv ib qho ntawm tiam sis hmoov tsis ntau ntawm peb. Tsis txhob txhawj, txawm tias kuv tsis tau koom tes nrog nej cov menyuam. Nws zoo li ib txhia ntawm cov neeg uas paub qee tus neeg koj paub. Qhov ntawd yuav koom nrog kev ua phem."

(Okay as far as Vietnam, that was my dad not me. I wouldn't do that. And the drug trade? We're not supposed to be involved in any of that but unfortunately a lot of us are. Don't worry, though I'm not investigating any of you guys. It's more like some of the people who know some of the people you know. That may be involved in terrorism. )

"Puas muaj leej twg paub?"

(Anybody I know?)

"No..." She answered him in English.

He spotted a couple of Cambodian DNB females and started flirting with them in Khmer. He then turned back to Mai saying, "It's good to have somebody to talk to. I mean I got love for all my fob's that live in the hood out here but the truth is you and me got more in common even though you were born here than I do with anybody else. At least culturally."

"Isn't that where it all counts?" Mai asked. "Well there's my culture and then there's my other culture..." He was referring to gang banging. "We can't be traditional on everything."

As Jill and Baby Face took a moment from making out Mai called to her, "Hey, Ms Rebound. You heard from Clyde?"

"Oh god. No...I mean I was expecting him to reach out but he actually did something smart for once and stayed the fuck away. I did have Lester look into what he's been up to. Apperently,. he's been trying to help some kid that's playing college ball. Wants to help him go pro. He can have his boys club."

Baby Face took a swig of the 40. "Yeah he's a woman beating lil bitch...but I still have won some paper off him before so...I can't hate him too much. I mean I'll still whoop his ass but I'm just saying...only a punk hits girls."

"So you wouldn't do it even in self defense?" Asked Jill. "Nah. No reason to. I'd just restrain them. My dad taught me it aint okay to raise your hand to a woman. Unless.." He spanked Jill on the butt and she let out a yelp. Followed by her face blushing. "You know I understand men wanting to protect and not harm women and I do see it as the other end of the spectrumnot wanting to hurt us the way domestic abusers do but they both stem from the patriarchy."

Romeo, as he took a hit off a blunt shook his head. "Oh no. Not this shit again..."

"No, I'm serious. You know women can take pain better than men and studies have shown that we're 14% more likely to survive a gunshot wound than you are. This notion that women are fragile and need to be protected is just crazy...I mean if a woman is really trying to kill you then resraining yourself is stupid. I don't support sousal abuse but I consider myseelf a feminist. Not the hypocritical third wave kind but the kind that feminism is supposed to be. So I do support women getting the same amount of jail time for the same crime, I do consuider circumsision a form of mutilation without the baby's consent as much as any man and I do support custody rights and men should honestly even have some say in reproductive rights including their own besides just paying child support or jail. I also believe you should defend yourself agaist whoever comes at you."

Romeo chuckled. "You know me. I keep my pimp hand strong,. I believe in equal rights and lefts..." Cherry rolled her eyes as she was passed the blunt and said, "Pimp hand? More like simp hand...pimps got more money than you do, bro...and you aint running any ho's."

Baby Face still disagreed. "Look you might be able to take more pain but it sorta transfers cause we still got more upper body strength. I might pin a woman to the ground for her protection and mine but I aint about to punch."

Mai challenged him, "Do you think you'd be able to restrain me?" He chuckled, "I mean I know you're in the Army so it wouldn't be easy but I took wrestling in High School. I think I could, yeah. You gotta remember that I'm not saying woman aren't strong but it's a different kind of strength. But a woman's strength is abut half of what ours is, sis, I'm telling you! And that's not just human beings either. If you look at nature look at chimps, gorrillas, apes, whatever, you see that the male is usually not only bigger but stronger. That's not saying the female aint strong I'm just saying. No offense. And you can blame God or Evolution or whoever you want. I didn't make nature it's just the way it is."

"That's all well and good..." Mai said. "But it sounds like you did accept my challenge."

She turned to him. "But if you're not able to restrain or pin me you don't pull your gun just cause you're mad a woman proved you wrong..."

Romeo snickered. "i want to see this so yeah. You got my word. I'm gonna be laughing either way."

T Mart also grinned his bright white teeth showing off on his dark skinned oval face. "Hey, anybody wanna put money on this shit I'm your man!"

A few DNB homeboys walked up. "I got money on Baby Face. My boy could pin a motherfucking buffalo if he wanted to. Or a Samoan..." This got laughfs from the other gang members. Cherry and Gina put down five twenties. Gina said, "My money is on homegirl."

Cherry agreed saying, "Don't hurt him too bad. We still need him for fucking up Vagos and Psychos."

Mao put a hundred on Mai. TV 100 on Baby Face. Jill did not bet. The female Vietnamese gangsters from the setup were there too. Rachel bet $100 on Mai Tina bet the same on Mai. Kimmy bet 100 on Baby Face and Jayna bet theh same on Baby Face. Romeo also did not bet. He said howrver, "I'm getting 10% of the fucking pot whoever wins because I allowed this dumb ass bet. You always gotta make it about money, T, why can't you ever just enjoy a free show?" He asked with somewhat of a twisted grin.

More gang members bet on it. A man of Vietnamese and Laitian descent, a gang member that Mai was not familiar with told Baby Face, "I don't give a fuck about sexism homie you better win or I'm really gonna beat your ass and there won't be any restraining. Mai threw a punch decking Baby Face in the jaw. He tried to catch her next one a left hand but she was too quick. Despite it being a hard blow on both counts he stood his ground. She threw another blow and h caught it this time and grappled her trying to pin her to the ground. Mai flipped him onto his back and all the Asian gangsters cried out, " Oooh shit!" She held her hand out. "You had enough yet?"

He got up. "I'm not hitting you..." TV called out, "This aint even a fair fight really! He's just trying to restrain her and she can just do whatever to him!"

Mao grinned saying, "Regretting your choice? You're both from the same part of the world but she's Hmong. We're cut from a different cloth."

TV disregarded that. "It's easy for you to say when he's trying not to hit her..."

Mao chuckled. "You think that would make a difference?"

TV sneered, "Shouldn't you be dying from mosquito bites? And I don't mean just your girl's titties."

"Right, you wanna act like there aint mosquitos in Vietnam?"

"There are but ours aint as big as seagulls like yours!" Cracked TV. The two laughed at that. Suddenly, Baby Face lunged at Mai and grabbed her arm slamming her to the ground. He seemed to have her nearly pinned. "Yeah! That's my dog!" Screamed a taller Asian man of Vietnamese descent wearing a Pounders cap and a gray plaid button up. "That's how we do it on the east side!"

"Tap the fuck out!" Growled Baby Face. Mai head butted him and he staggered back. His nose was bloody. He finally lost his temper and threw a punch and sh caught it with ease and countered. He threw another and she ducked under it hitting him in the gut. "Fuck you!" He yelled. He threw another punch and she grabed his hand and flung him to the ground. She had him on his stomach with his arm on the ground. "Say Auntie!"

He yelled, "No!" Mai twisted harder. "Say Auntie!" He cried out, "Bác gái!" He screamed and she let him up.

She again offered his hand and he angrily knocked it away. "You're right about gorillas and other primates. But the Lioness does the hunting even though the Lions feed first leaving us to fight over scraps. Just something to consider. If you would have landed a punch I wouldn't have held it against you. But this just proves my point. Don't underestimate anybody."

"Fuck you..." He growled. She told him, "I get you're sore about it now but I can show you some moves later."

"I don't want to learn shit from you. Get outta my neighborhood."

Romeo told him, "You lost homie. What's more you got pissed off and started swinging. It aint her fault you can't throw a punch. You agreed to it. You live by that code, dog. If it's me, I don't give a fuck about honor. I'll pull my strap out if I'm losing that bad."

"I don't care! You want that rule of there being no harm on her she has to leave now!"

Jill told him, "Hey you're acting like a poor loser. Calm down!" T Mart added as the various people collected what they won, "Besides, she's the daughter of an OG, man. You aint busting on her even if you wanted to. Go inside clean your nose up have a beer get laid and shut the fuck up. You've taken L's from men before. Is it any less embarrassing?"

Baby Face yelled at Jil too but he only yelled. Unlike Clyde, despite the fact that he was willing to swing at Mai to defend himself, he would not lay a hand in a domestic situation but he yelled, "You know what Jill? You should get outta my hood too. You and Mai both! Couple of Ky Da's!"

He stormed inside to clean his nose up and Jill followed him in. Cherry rolled her eyes upon seeing that. "No wonder their men are such pussies if their women always baby thm. It's just a bloody nose. That shit don't fly around here. Sh's gonna try and turn our boy bitch made. Have him wearing skinny jeans listening to Mirror Park Radio and drinking Bean Machine."

Gina made a smart ass remark. The woman of Korean, Vietnamese and Japanese descent cackled, "Well B.F was right about one thing. He really doesn't hit girls!" Mai ouldn't help but laugh at that remark as she had done a play on his morals and made it about his inability to actually land a punch. She then leaned in with a smile saying to Mai, "Hey but listen, I got a lot of respect for you. You're a bad bitch..." Mai scowled at that and she corrected herself. "Sorry..." Gina said. "I mean...you're an Alpha woman. Like a natural leader."

"I don't know about that..." Mai said. "I'm no leader."

"Somebody that doesn't want leadership is exactly who should be..." Gina told her. "And don't let one any of these guys tell you about you being from the midwest or suburban get to you...cause.." She whispered..."A few people know I'm part Japanese...nobody's made fun of me for it to my face but I know they got something to say...it's just insane...we should be one you know?"

Mai agreed. "I know...but you know you're the solution to international beefing. You're Korean, Japanese and Vietnamese. Our families might frown on it but they'd get mad if we married a white guy so...they have to pick which one they hate less. Besides, you're the future and World War II was the past. I don't despise Japan and neither do my parents. My mom shared a common faith with a lot of them being Buddhists..."

"Yeah but most are Shinto..." Stated Gina. "Yeah, I think it's both isn't it? With Chinese it's Taoism and Buddhism with Japanese it's Shinto and Buddha. That's the beaty of our culture too we could have more than one faith and adhere to both. It's not like Christianity that had to be exclusive."

Gina smiled. "Maybe that's one thing we can all bond on too. Korea, Japan, China, Vietnam, none of us liked the missionaries trying to change us..." Mai nodded. "Amen to that, sister...I mean my dad's Christian but...sometimes I think he knows most of us aren't and he wishes he wasn't..." She frowned a moment then she looked at Gina and said, "Hey you already got three beautiful cultures in you. Why don't you get with a Chinese guy? Then you can complete the package..."

Gina joked, "Hey I'd marry General Tso. That man can cook!" They both laughed at that. They knew it was a historically incaccurate remark but they didn't care. It was one of those things as Asian women they could laugh at together just like Asian men laughed at the stupidity of Charlie Chan.

TV walked up and told Mai, "Hey listen nothing personal about betting against you. It has nothing to do with you being a woman. It's just I've seen him throw down more than you ya know? But as far as I'm concerned you're one bad ass mama," The thick accented Viet boy said with a crooked grin.

"If you say so..." She said. "I know so! Honestly, having you with us has helped us get an upper hand out here. With you on our side I think we've done more damage to Va Ho's and the Toilet Papers with just you than we'd been doing without you for five years! You're my homie. You know that right?" He held out his and she dapped it and smiled. "Yeah, little homie. But you still lost though."

The youngster chuckled. "Hey it's fine. When you gamble and party enough like we do around here you know it comes with the territory. It's even worse when we go to Venturas," TV then had a realization. "You know when you really think about it it's kinda fucked up but getting involved in stock brokers at BAWSAQ really aint nothing different from playing the slots in Venturas. And we all hate to lose but you know I never really complained when I won so I shouldn't if I lose."

"I guess. I'm not much of a gambler."

"Hey that's cool. I mean me I do cause I make money off that shit around here but craps is easier to be able to win knowing the odds and shit. I also know how to beat most people at Poker. I could teach you a few tricks if you ever want to clean some people out in a way that's legal. I had a homeboy big time OG from back in the 90's. Before he died though he taught me some tricks of how he actually one over a million playing cards and shit in Venturas. He may have went out by a Va Ho's slug but he died rich."

"That's better than most around here for sure..." Gina said chiming in. TV shrugged. "Really it's better than most people. Think of how many people are gonna die broke in this country. Or in debt. The system's rigged. Can't really knock somebody that knows how to cheat the house. Cause if it's rigged for them they're cheating already. So if I cheat back all I'm really doing is leveling the playing field."

Mai asked, "You really can teach me how to win that much?"

"Oh sure. It's easy. Me I won about 300 K so far but I'm on my way to making a mil. I'm just taking it slow and savoring it. But yeah I can teach you..."

The DNB members were still crowded around the wads of money laid out all over the porch like it was a game of craps. "Man, you better hope the pigs don't roll by..." TV told the others as he saw them scoop up money. A male gang member grinned. "Don't worry about it brother. They know who's neighborhood this is. And if any pigs got a problem?" He lifted up his shirt revealing a Beretta M92F. "I'll send a pig in ablanket home to their wives. You know what kind?"

Two homegirls who had heard his pun before rolled their eyes and asked in unison, "What kind?" He said, "A blanket with a stars and stripes. You know what I'm saying Vang?"

"Yeah,..I hear you. But you try and go after them with that it's gonna be you who..." He was cut off as a barrage of automatic rounds lit up the porch. "Oh hell no!" Screamed T Mart as he hopped off the porch falling into the grass as he got his Handgun from his waistband and started firing back. A bloody burst of red sprayed all over the porch as six gang members were mowed down in one sweep. The driver was driving a dark blue Buccaneer. A man with a gray bandanna wearing a black t shirt was in the front passenger seat with an AK-47. "Nih ku samreab kong - kea!" Screamed the Cambodian gangster.

(This is for Kong-Kea!)

In the back seat of the top down Buccaneer was a gangster with a snapback Pounders cap on and a gray rag over his face and a silver sports jersey and he had an Uzi which he was spraying at the porch. "Send your ho's to kill our boys, bitch?! You want it with us we're here motherfucker!" His rounds struck a Da Nang girl who stood about five one and was on the curvy side. She was Thai with brown skin but her eyes looked the same as Vietnamese but was darker.

She had a ghetto booty and wore a black and blue striped midriff top and a short black leather miniskirt which showed off a bit of her luscious ass. She looked like a darker skinned version of London Keyes except a bit thicker as well. The rounds hit her in both shoulder blades and she screamed falling to the rounds chipped away at her shoulders so much that pieces of the shoulder blade was exposed.

The third shooter was a man wearing a black and white plaid shirt and a silver bandanna and he had two Mac-10's and he unloaded on two DNB's. Three gang members fell over with multiple holes in their backs and chest.

Mai got her 9mm out and returned fire. All of the money was splattered all over the dollar bills. "Get inside! I got the straps in the couch!" Yelled Romeo. He ran inside himself grabbing an AK-47. The DNB's who were not mowed down returned fire at the car. Tia took one of the Psychos out returning fire with a .380 and she fired striking the driver four times in the chest and he crashed the car into a Moonbeam and he bled all over the steering wheel and he took a fifth round in the side of the face. The Psychos came out banging out. The gangster with the AK fired the remaining rounds but they were caught up now. The Psycho with the AK was hit with seven rounds in the abdomen as T Mart wasted no time pulling out his Glock 17. "You fucked up coming around here!" He yelled as the gang member fell to the ground with red holes in his chest. "This is our neighborhood!"

The gangster with the Mac-10 stayed behind his car letting off another burst of rounds while the Psycho with the Uzi reloaded. Before long the Psycho with the Mac-10's emptied his casings all over the street and had to duck down and reload while the dude with the Uzi laid down a barrage of rounds. Mai made a beeline for her own vehicle as rounds zoomed over her head and she got to her car getting her M4A1 out. "Hang on! I've got you covered!" She yelled. She fired striking the man with the two Macs as he had hit Mao with at least two rounds in the right shoulder. The young Cambodian fired the weapon he had grabbed from Romeo's house which in his case was an H&K MP7 which he sprayed striking the remaining Psycho in the face sawing it in two down the middle splitting his skull apart like an egg on a frying pan but with a bloody red and gray yolk leaking out from his burst left eyeball.

Mai's three round burst struck the TPG member in the side the first round going under his left rib cage the next going to his right lung and the next hitting the ribcage itself. He fell slumping against the car as he bled out and his lungs were crushed by the air it was exposed to. Several more cars pulled up and more Psychos were inside them firing begore they got out of their vehicles and as they got out. Mai aimed for a gang member carrying an M4 and she struck him with a three round burst to the face. She switched the setting back to semi auto. She saw a female TPG member wearing a black button up blouse, gray jeans and a silver rag over her face firing a Mac-11 and hitting a male DNB member in the throat. Mai fired off five rounds hitting the woman in the chest. She watched her body drop and she hit her head on the bumper of the gray Manana she had arrived in.

Soon, they had Psychos trying to invade Romeo's house from the back as some had climbed into the backyard from an adjacent yard. Some of the DNB members including T Mart, Gina, Cherry and Romeo were holed up taking cover but firing at the invaders through open windows and they a;so had four additional DNB members with them that Mai did not personally know. The first was an overweight Filipino male with a shaved head and skin so dark he almost looked black. He wore a gray button up shirt over a white T. He carried a Remington 11. The second was a female with her hair in a top knot of Laotian descent who stood about five feet tall and wore a dark blue tank top and black jeans and carried an MP5. On her left arm was the tattoo If the hood is wrong I don't want to be right.

The third was an Asian male who was half white and had blue eyes to show it but he had a Vietnamese mom and he had light brown skin and he stood at five eight and had a scrawny build and a brown goatee and he wore a dark blue and green plaid shirt and an orange bandana. He carried a Beretta Tx4 Storm Tactical Shotgun which he fired out the window striking one of the TPG's in the chest and send the man falling off the porch. The fourth was a man of Korean descent wearing a forrest green bandanna a white T shirt, baggy blue jeans and a black cap on backwards over the green bandanna. He had an orange one around his neck as well. He carried a Smith & Wesson M76. As the rounds came through the back, twelve of them hit the fat man and his Shotgun discharged and accidentally hit his friend with the Beretta. The remaining two of the four ducked down behind the entertainment center for cover.

Jill was pinned down in the living room and glass shards rained over her cutting her leg a bit. The front was beginning to fold as more Psychos had arrived. Romeo screamed, "Fuck these bitches are trying to wreck my house! Get the fuck outta here!" He screamed as he fired off fourteen rounds striking down two of the TPG's that were firing at the back of his house. The first was a female who he hit in the face with five of the 7.62 rounds blowing out a piece of her right cheek bone. The second was a Cambodian wearing a silver basketall jersey and baggy black jeans who carried an M3.

He hit that man with four rounds and the rest went wild. T Mart ran to where Jill was as she was moments from being overran. "Hey I recognize that bitch! She was at the party! She fucking twerked!" Screamed a gangster wielding a SIG-Sauer MPX. As Jill's Handgun ran dry she found his SMG in her face. "Then shoot her in the ass, bro!" Screamed another Psycho. "Turn your ass around..." Gritted the Asian gangster. Jill froze as she didn't have time to reload.

He knocked her to the ground with a kick and she cried out as he kicked her. "Where's the other bitch at? The one that was with you shaking her ass up on the table?" Baby Face, who had collected two Ruger MP9's saw this and he opened fire striking down the gangster with twelve rounds to the chest. He helped Jil to her feet. "You alright?"

"I froze..." She said in disappointment with herself. "Don't sweat it. Right now the main thing is staying alive! That's all that matters, girl!" T Mart had grabbed a an Ares SMG from Romeo's stockpile. "Hey cuz we gotta hold em off!" Yelled Baby Face as T mart picked off a TPG with a burst of ten rounds to the face of a gang member trying to get in through the front. "Hey where's Gina?!" Cried Cherry. Mai yelled out, "I'll get her!" She ran outside to see the young Asian gangster ducked behind a gray Voodoo as TPG's sprayed at her. She heard her let out a sharp cry as a round hit her in the left leg and another hit her in the right arm. "Hey I remember that bitch!" Screamed the guy who had shot her, a man who was spraying a Mini Uzi at everything he saw. "Dirty cunt shot Tre Heart in the back!" He fired another burst and a round hit Gina in the left foot. "I'm taking you apart piece by piece! When I find that flip that was with you she's next!" Screamed the Psycho. Mai yelled, "Hey!" He turned his attention to her but she already had her weapon trained on him. She fired round rounds off. The first hit him in the right nipple. The second in the right breast itself, the third a bit lower blasting through his stomach and the fourth hit him in the right side of his waist.

"Every one of you Toilet Papers seems to want me! Well here I am, assholes! Come get me!" She screamed as she dropped a second gang member with nine rounds in the stomach. No sooner had she said that when she took a few rounds in the stomach herself. Luckily she had a vest on and it was a good distance away. She picked at the bullet under her clothes from cover looking to see what it was. She looked down and observed, ".40 S&W ..." But she knew it was not a pistol but an SMG she had been hit with. She tried to scope out where it was coming from but she didn't want to risk sticking her head out. Cherry, who was firing a Calico and dropping three TPG members as she did it, could. Mai yelled out, "Cherry! Can you see who it was that took a shot at me? I think it came from about fifty yards out!"

"I'll tell you but we gotta get Gina outta harms way!" Mai told her, "How about this? I'll cover you and you come get her. I'll keep you covered but first you gotta tell me where she is! She's your best friend."

"I know...!" She cried out somewhat panicked. "Okay...he's behind a black Willard!" Mai saw the car as she used a piece a shot off side mirror from the vehicle she was behind. "Alright, C! When I tell you to, you're gonna run and fire your weapon at any and all enemies. I'll covr you too so you can get to Cherry. Then you're gonna reload while you have her in case you need but you're gonna stay put until I give you the signal!"

Cherry nervously called back, "Okay...!" Mai waited a few seconds and then yelled, "Now!" Cherry came out firing her Calico discharging twenty five rounds spraying everywhere that there was any Psychos. She did not kill anybody or aim at any particular target but she did manage to wound two who were ducked down. Mai also fired blindly from cover in the basic direction to make sure the man with the automatic didn't try anything. She got to Gina and put her arm around her shoulder ready to haul her to safety. "Cherry! You good?!" Called Mai. "Yeah! I didn't spend the whole mag! I think I got like twenty left!"

"Good...alright get ready...three...two...one...go!" She took off and Mai came out from cover getting in the way of the man with the SMG's ability to fire at them. She spotted him. He was a short but muscular man carrying an MP5. She didn't waste any time. She fired the rest of her magazine off even though it was irresponsible, she was a bit shaken from him hitting her. She let off every round and she did see a burst of blood spurt from an exit wound as a few of those rounds hit him in the neck and he fell against the hood of the car he was ducked behind.

More Psychos were still coming from the front so Mai retreated into the house. Baby Face took the Tactical shotgun from the deceased DNB member and gave it and the ammo for it to Jill to use so they could pick off the stragglers at the back of the house. Mai looked to see the Korean gangster of the four deceased with a round just behind his right ear.

Mai reloaded and Jill fired striking a Psycho as he tried to shoot Romeo through the window. Before the heavy fire had been coming from the back as they had tried to flank the DNB's but now more was happening out front. As T mart took a round in the right shoulder and TV also took one in the left hip, T Mart screamed, "Damn it! Now the Va Ho's are here too!"

Mao saw at least one carload of Vagos coming through. As the wounded gangster reloaded he struck down two DNB's but he also hit a Vago. He spotted Kimmy and saw that she had been shot in the left leg and the chest and was wounded. The small Laotian Asian gangster made his way to her helping her get to cover and he passed her off to Mai. "Hang on...we got you..." Kimmy cried out in pain. "Is this shit...cause of the party...?"

Mai assured her, "Yeah...but that only means we kicked their asses. Just hang in there! We'll get you medical attention as soon as we can..."

Mao was exchanging gunfire with the Vagos across the street. "It's nog bad enough the Psychos had to come through here? Now the vagos too?" Mai complained. Mao told her, "Qhov no yog li cas nws yog qhov no! Muaj ntau hnub thaum kuv xav tias lub nroog no qaug zog rau qhov rov qab mus tsev. Ces hnub zoo li qhov no ua rau kuv xav paub qhov no yog qhov txawv ntawm qhov tua teb!"

(That's how it is out here! There are days when I think this city is weak compared to the slums back home. Then days like this make me wonder how this is any different than the killing field! )

He helped Mai get the wounded Kimmy a bit further then he cried out. He stumbled falling over as he had been hit in the back and the side. Two rounds had hit him in the back and one hit him in the right side. He was bleeding pretty heavily. "Mao! Hold on!" Mai cried out urgerntly. He groaned in pain. "Motherfucker...!" He roared. She looked and saw that a cholo with a fedora and an AK of some sort had been the one to shoot him. She fired back at him aiming for his head but missed however she did knock the fedora off his head. The Vagos seemed to be shooting it out with the Psychos just as much as the Da Nang Boys. Perhaps worse even. "We gotta get you inside!"

Mao groaned coughing up blood but he still held his weapon. "Not as long as you're still out here..." He stated. "This aint shit...I been shot before...I'll be alright..." Mai looked across the street at those shooting it out. She thought she saw a Russian that she knew was an associate of Ivan's. What the fuck? What are they doing with the Psychos? Does Ivan know about this?

Weakly, Mao continued to fire his weapon. He leaned in cover against her car. Just then, a round grazed Mai in the right shoulder. She looked to see a female from the Vagos firing at her with an Uzi. She luckily was a better shot than the girl and she fired six shots each of them landing in the woman's sternum. She then peeked across the street and was surprised at what she saw. Neto...? She turned to Mao. "Hey listen we got a situation. I have..." Her words were cut short as she looked to see the scrawny East Asian gang banger laying still against her car, his eyes still open and blood dripped from his mouth down his chin. The fresh wounds from the 7.62 still bleeding. His weapon lay bloodied on the ground dropped just outside of his still hand. "Goddamn it Mao..." She said but she didn;'t mean to blame him. It was just the first thing to come out.

She checked for a pulse and for breathing but got nothing. There were no new wounds on him. T Mart saw this and angrily exploded. "MAO!" He roared firing the Ares at the Vago who had done it and a Vago that was next to him. He missed the cholo who'd been wearing the fedora but he hit the one next to him with six rounds in the neck, two in the collar bone, one in the carotid artery and four in the sternum. The cholo with the AK was however hit by a few shards of glass as he sprayed at the car.

Mai saw one of the shooters that was from the TPG side and she pinned him down behind a Manana but she also took down three Psychos. The man had only a pistol to defend himself with which he fired back wildly but did not come close to hitting her. "I've got you, asshole!" She cried out but was drowned out by the gunfire. She yelled to Neto, "NETO!" But the automatic gunfire was too loud and he didn't seem to hear her. Then he did or at least he looked at her. He yelled her name in a voice as loud as thunder. It was not the same scream she had heard him make when pissed off or high. It was a scream of concern. She looked and saw a grenade coming at her.

"Shit!" She took off trying to get away from it. It exploded and she was thrown forward on the grass. She felt intense pain and she could feel blood running down her back and legs. "Fuck..." She cried. Neto made his way over to her. The Filipino gangster spotted Santa Muerte and aimed the Ares at him. "T Mart...don't!" He pulled the trigger anyway but it was empty. He knocked the young man out with the butt of his Rifle and T Mart hit the ground with a thud and Neto was going to shoot him in the head just as T Mart had been ready to do to him. She grabbed his leg. "No...don't...!"

Neto stoppped and helped her up. "We gotta get you outta here, mija!"

"What...what are you doing here...?"

"It's Ivan...he's with the Psychois...I'll explain later..."

"But...why are you with the Vagos...I..." Before she could say more three rounds struck her in the chest and she let out a sharp high pitched gasp. She was wearing a vest but one round went through. Neto fired dropping the man with the Beretta who had shot her in the face. His rounds went through the man's right eye and exploded out of the back of his skull. The other ducked and Neto picked Mai up. Her vision was blurry. She looked back at the house full of DNB's still being fired upon by the Psychos. "I have to..help them..." She tried to say but it came out so quiet he didn't hear her or at least he seemingly didn;t understand. She had blood in her mouth.

She saw three TPG's ready to unload. She then saw Ivan. He stopped them from shooting her. She looked away as Neto carried her and got her into the car. The last thing she saw before losing consciousness was Mao who still lay there but now his still brown eyes seemed to be looking at her even though she knew that was impossible. "Mao..." She called out to the other Hmong but it came out as a vain whisper to ears that would not hear her even if she were loud enough to hear. As she drifted off she saw a few of the crumpled up bloody Benjamins fly by in the wind past his face and a few even floated by the window.

What Mai did not see, as she was being driven off was a Psycho who had been among the attackers pulling out his sidearm. He had snuck around to where TV had taken cover and was firing at the Vagos who were fleeing. "Thomas Vang...you thought you and your pussy friends would run us out of here, right?" He fired three shots into the skinny wounded Vietnamese gangster hitting him the back. He made sure to aim for the spine. TV fell over coughing up blood crying out as he went into shock twitching as the bullets hit him and his nerves were going haywire. He chuckled wickedly as the gang member twitched and soiled himself. "We're not going anywhere...by the way you're too goddamn small to be a g. I get that most of us are on the shorter side but you look about as tall as a middle schooler. Too bad you'll never make it to senior prom..."" He stuck the smoking gun barrel into the short skinny Asian gangster's mouth. He cried out as it burned him at first but he silenced him with a squeeze of the trigger and the round went into his mouth and exited out the back of his neck.

Romeo cam out reloading and he screamed, "TV! GET BACK HERE YOU FUCKING BITCH!" The Psycho fired at him as he ducked into his car yelling, "At least you don't have to spring for a coffin just stuff his ass in a shoe box!"

2015

Paul

Suicide By State

It was just two days before Christmas and he was being shipped off to another prison. The Refinería Valley State Prison in Refinería, San Andreas a small farmtown in Central San had been transferred there with a few other people. Somebody had ratted him out as one of the leaders in the riot except they were not able to validate him as having any ties to the Vagos beyond having conversations with them. After all, Chicanos ran the prisons i San Andreas so to not talk to them was pretty hard. All they could put him as was a leader of the Indian car.

He was feeling miserable. He had found out that Dr. Laguerta had been shot and killed on her way home. The AV had supposedly ordered her killed just to fuck with him cause she had patched him up and people thought something was going on. If that was true he didn't know why they didn't target Tanaka or even the guard whom he'd had sex with.

He had already been updated about what was going on in here and what needed to be done. Since he was one of the only Onderos in the prison that was not in SHU he was technically in charge of both the Southern United Raza. Tis prison was different from a lot of other prisons in San Andreas. The thing about Refinería Valley State Prison was that unlike other prisons where gangs backed each other up and different races stood together on the yard against other alliances, this prison was strange. It was an everybody for themselves kind of prison. The Brown and white didn't even hae the pretense of an alliance in here. And as far as one other difference, there was now North Side Mexicans to deal with. Rifas from upstate. And from this very city. The Southern Mexicans outnumbered the white inmates about seven to one. Nomally the Vagos, Marabunta and Aztecas would be all over the Rifas like flies on shit. But today it was the woodpile that had to get burned.

He wasn't feeling any qualms about it anyway. He had never been able to stand too many whites. Aside from his mother and maybe Packie and Ivan, he mostly despised Caucasian men. Half white or not their attitude towards him had always been adversarial. He didn't know exactly what the deal was with why these particular white boys were to be assaulted but it didn't matter. He didn't want to do this anymore. More than a year of this shit and he was already tired of it. Paul had been a criminal for the longest time but he had never been trapped like this. He believed in what Onda's code was but at the same time life without parole and nothing but this shit going on for the rest of his life was no life.

He didn't expect he would get out of of prison even if he had been stupid enough to try and go before a parole board. He was sure there was a 99% chance he wouldn't have been paroled but now that it was completely off the table it somehow felt worse even though he had thought he had braced himself for life in prison, it was like the life without parole sentence he had gotten last month just before Christmas was like the final nail in the coffin. Paul was no chavala. He had done whatever the Vagos had asked and now he was not only a Vago but Onda only he felt no sense of accomplishment with it. He knew their power came from the pen and the calles but he was inside where all the power in the world to have whoever he wanted whacked was still not enough to make him free.

He wasnot a coward and he had never tried suicide before. Life on the rez and later in the cities had surely given him plenty of cause for it but he hated hearing about the suicide rates in South Yankton's reservations. They were the future generation or rather this generation. The seventh generation. The generation that was supposed to wake the fuck up and liberate the land. And he felt that those who had committed suicide could have made a difference . Paul, on the other hand had no future and his presense was nothing good. He needed to die. But he would not take his own life. He would make them kill him. At least if he was on the streets or even inside with a chance of a date, he would love to be Onda and whatever time he had to do would have been worth it.

A bald headed cholo from East Los Santos with tattoos up and down his body and his head approached him. He was actually a cousin to the deceased gangter from Neto's hood, Tiny. His name was Jose "Chepe" Acuna. He had light brown skin and a handle bar mustache. He was from Saint Boulevard in East Los Santos. He was in his mid thirties and stood five seven and he was muscular. "Tienes la wila de Sleepy, ¿verdad? Quería que los chicos que fueron trasladados aquí nos ayudasen y que te hicieras cargo. Pues tú y él."

(Hey dude. You read Sleepy's wila right? He wanted the guys that got transferred here to help us and for you to take charge. Well you and him)

He beckoned to another cholo who was watching. That man was darker skinned and stood at five feet nine and had a wiry but athletic build his hair was slicked back with gel. Paul walked over to him. They shook hands. "This is the big homie Chava de El Burro Heights."

Chava shook Paul's hand but said, "Salvador Ramos."

"Paul Hoffman..." Paul said but honestly even that identity seemed like a lifetime ago from him. "You don't got any placasos..." He said. "Except for triballl." Paul had on his right arm the Mohawk Warrior Society flag and on his left the Iroquois wampum belt but no tattoos indicating Vago alliegance. "That's good..." Stated the older veterano. I'm validated as a Vago but not as a carnal. But I gotta be on a shorter leash. Like you, I'm never getting outta here. But there's a higher chance of them being onto me than you..." He lifted his shirt up to reveal a tattoo on his stomach of a tattoo of a skeleton skull with a fedora. "I heard about your jacket homes," Stated Chava. "That's irony. You killed a mayate and get fifteen to life. You stab a chino and get life without parole and he didn't even die. Tu sabes? I got no love for either one but even I gotta admit that's a twisted kind of justice. For you and for them. Even I gotta admit it."

"Orale. So what you need from me?"

A guard was nearby. "Digamos que los osos polares han estado cagando un poco demasiado cerca de los iglús," Added Chepe.

(Let's just say that the polar bears have been shitting a little too close to the igloos.)

"Okay..." As the guard went by he then leaned in saying, "What about the wila? Sleepy sent it to me from Eagle Bay but I can't read it."

He handed it to Chava. It was in Nahuatl. "I don't know what it means. In case it was intercepted by la placas I was only supposed to tell you what it says but he said you'd know what it meant. I can just translate. It says that he has an all star football players jersey and he wants you to have it. He said it's number 71 and he wants you to have it before number 46 retires."

Paul took the piece of paper and flushed it down the toilet. "I know what it means..."

Before he could go back to his bunk, he was stopped as Chava grabbed his arm. Paul turned. "Cero got awila to me too..."

"From death row huh? That must have taken some doing..."

he showed it to him. "I'm still learning Nahuatl..." Paul replied. "I know some I learned it from Sleepy but I don't know it all."

"Okay. First off it says that for his last meal he wants you to be there and have Chinese takeout with him," A cholo, a Azteca with a crew cut, who was from Central San Andreas snickered. "Chinese eh? Why not Mexican?"

Chava told Paul, "Now that he does want you to tell me the meaning of. With the other thing he said it's best you keep as tight a lid on it as possible but with this he wants to know."

"Man they don't let vatos in prison go eat with you on death row..." Grumbled a south sider from upstate. Chepe said, "Callete pendejo it's code! Shut the fuck up..."

Paul said, "Tell him yes. And if I can't get there, be sure to offer the cook to join us and if he can't join us invite the delivery boy to eat with him and keep him company."

What the message really meant was that Zero who was now an honorary Onda member even though he was looking at death row, was offering to have the Asian man who had snitched on Paul for stabbing him, hit. Paul's response was that if the Vagos, the Aztecas were not able to get to that guy for any reason such as protective custody whih was a sure thing in this case, they were to target his brother another immigrant who had been in with him. His brother had been wounded by a Vago from Vespucci Beach but he had not been as seriously wounded.

Paul went back to his bunk. He knew exactly what his mission was. He was to hit Tackle Williams. The man had been a Carson Avenue gang member. The 71 referred to the street off Carson he had grown up in. The 46 was referring to the sentence that piece of shit was serving. The dawn of the racial war between brown and black in Los Santos was when he had beaten up a man who had not made the news the way the white man had that he had attacked. He had also robbed and beaten an Asian man too and that too had been overlooked. It was the Guetemalan man who had his head smashed in his skull to be exact and he had been sprayed painted in the face.

The thing Paul didn't understand was that even if the Asian gangs would never get along with La Raza he expected them to at least have grown some balls in the 92' riots and started dropping black gang bangers whether in a racially motivated way or not. Paul had not been around for the riots he was born the same year but the more he learned about it the more angry he got. Those Asians on the yard could have just stood on their own as adversaries without allying with blacks. The Chicanos hadn't bowed when they were small. La Onda had been started by fucking teenagers. And only a handleful of them at that. If they could do that when they didn't have the numbers there was no reason for the Psychos or Da Nang Boys to do what they did with allying with the BGA.

It was clear that blacks hated everybody that was not their own. This chango was doing hard time but the green light that had been on him for twenty three years had yet to be carried out. Chepe informed Paul, "Hey, we're hitting the polar bears tonight, doggy. 8PM..."

Paul nodded. "Good...you guys take care of that. I'll take care of what I have to. Do you know where Tackle Williams is being held?"

"He's in the PC block, homes. But you can't get to him. Believe me comaradas have been trying to get him for years carnal."

"I'm getting to him. You guys hit the jueros...I'll use that as my chance."

"If you say so carnal but..it's better if you stay out here in gen pop man you don't want to go to the SHU better yet you don't want another case, right?"

Paul told him, "This would be an honor to take care of it. This isn't going to stop the war between our sides. It's not gonna change a thing. If anything it'll make it worse but it'll be a decisive blow. I melted a few snowballs already at the riot back in Boilerbroke, ese. So I don't need in on this action. I'd rather take out somebody who's been an enemy for years."

"Orale carnal...bueno suerte...don't get caught..."

8PM

Four Caucasian inmates got ready to watch the season premier of their favorite show Prison Escape. They were four men who had offended the Vagos when one of them bragged about how much he loved fucking "Latina" women. A Chicano had told one of them to shut the fuck up. This had resulted in a fight. Since these four knew each other on the outside the other three piled on the had ended up going to the hole each of them but they had been released. They had violated the rules by doing that. It didn't matter that the Chicano was not in a gang. Often with San Andrean prison politics the line between gangs and simple racial groups often blurred and since none of the Aryans had disciplined the four of them for it since they had been in the hole, this was cause for retaliation.

The first one, and the guy who had been the one bragging about his sexual prowess and how he had a Mexican and Colombian woman having his kid on the outside and how she was a luchadora and how she was trying to get him to be a luchador as well despite not being Mexican, was a tall white man with reddish blonde hair. He was in his mid thirties and his haircut was shaggy and he had blue eyes. His name was Brandon Thorpe. The second was a man with blonde hair and blue eyes but his hair was a buzz cut and he had a thick blonde beard and he stood at five nine. The third was a Caucasian man with black curly hair ice blue eyes, and a goatee and he stood at six one. The fourth was a Caucasian male of about six seven and he had red hair and green eyes his hair was a Cesar cut. Their names were Craven, Andrew and Lawrence respectively.

"You sure we should be out here like this without protection, bro?" Asked Brandon. "I mean those cholos were pretty pissed. I got a note passed to me from a guard that the Vanguard wants to recruit us. That some of their guys from Most Hated wanted to recruit us. That they'd protect us and they'd school us on the rules. They said that they'd have to check us for what we did but that it'd be better than what the Mexicans would do...I didn't want to join them. Theresa would never understand! Those guys are as racist as the cholos are."

"Bro, what are you worried about them for? You're over six feet. Most of those guys are short. What the fuck are they gonna do?" Asked Lawrence. "I don't think that matters..." Brandon said. "Would you relax? They're only tough in 're not joining the Vanguard. We got each other's back. We're lone wolves. We may be a small pack but we proved that we don't fuck around."

Craven told him, "Shhhh! It's starting! They're gonna be at a prison in Yemen this time!" Andrew also said, "Man I can't believe they actually brought this show back..."

Just then, twenty Vagos emerged attacking them. Among them was Chepe. Chepe had some batteries in a sock. He clobbered Craven in the face first and then he hit Brandon. The other cholos proceeded to beat and stab the other two men. Several Caucasian inmates saw this happening and got from their bunks to go and assist their fellow tribesmen in the battle but a few only got in a few punches before they were knocked out. Since Paul was over in the Native American bunk which was on the other side of where the bunks where the whites and the Southern Mexicans were next to each other he had the chance to move. He got his shank ready and made a move. He went forward as the guards went to try and break it up.

He caught the last guard coming down the hall and he grabbed him putting him in a headlock and grabbed his key with the blade to his throat. He shut the door in front of him and he kept his hand over his mouth. The guard was a Caucasian male about Paul's 'height. He had a shaved head and a blonde mustache and beard. "You do exactly as I say or I'm going to cut your goddamn throat."

"What..what do you want? You won't get away with this...think it through.."

Pauk grinned. "I got nothing to lose. We're going to the PC unit. You're taking me to Tackle's cell."

The Vagos and the white inmates, meanwhile clashed. All though a lot of the white inmates initially did not have weapons, several members of Most Hated had shanks of their own and the white inmates who were not gang members grabbed chairs and used them to clobber members of the Vagos, Marabunta and Aztecas who were coming at them. One Marabunta member had six teeth knocked out as a Most Hated member clobbered him with a chair. Brandon lay on the ground bleeding having taken three stab wounds to the face including one in the eye. Craven was crawling on the ground with a cut on his head from a good whack in the head from a weaponized sock. He also had seven stab wounds in the back and he was coughing up blood.

Lawrence was hit in the face with a battery sock busting open his right eye socket as Chepe hit him and as he fell over a turned over chair, a member of the Aztecas stabbed him in the Adams Apple with a crude shank. One member of the Most Hated was holding off three cholos with a chair yelling, "Come on you fucking taco goblins you want a piece of me?!"

Two Marabunta members were also shanked but the man with the chair was soon piled on and stabbed twice in the chest three times in ribs and four in the back.

The black inmates and Rifas as well as the Asians simple watched the show and prepared to have to get down on the floor. A Rifa from 24th street in San Fierro was on the floor next to a non affiliated black male. "They're attacking the white boys now? I thought they was cliqued up?"

"Not in here, man.." Stated the Rifa. "I don't jknow who fucked over who but it's anarchy in here. Nobody has love for nobody. At least they aint on us today...so I don't give a fuck."

Another Rifa glared at this Rifa as he saw what he said about being relieved that the South Siders were not attacking them as an act of cowardice.

Meanwhile, Paul made his way to the PC area and other guards with their night stickswanted to try and intervene on the guard's behalf but he warned them he'd open jhis throat. "All of you lay on the ground and face down." They did as they were told. "You're making a big mistake!" Shouted a white female guard. "I've made a lot of mistakes in my life," He replied.

He forced one of trhem to give up the key to Tackle's cell. The alarm for the whole prison went off over the fight between the south siders and the whites. He then knocked the guard out and he opened the cell door. Inside was a middle aged light skinned black ma. "Who the hell are you?" He demanded. Paul had his shank ready. "You're an Indian...what you want with me? I aint got no beef with yo..."

"No but you got a beef with Guatemalans and Mexicans...remember what happened in 92'?"

"So that'ds what this shit's about? That dead ass shit?"

"It's not so dead to the people that lost their lives..."

"Look, kid I don't know who you are but I can tell you this aint the life you want, man. I grew up in Strawberry okay? I'm from the projects I already did all this shit. It aint worth it. This is my thirteenth year out of forty six. All I want is to see peace come to South Central. We wrre just crazy kids...I know what I did was wrong..."

"Yeah...you were all real fucking sorry about the white guy. But not the Chapine. You fucking cheetah snacks think that you can just fuck over whoever you want and not face the consequences."

"Cheetah Snacks?" Paul yelled, "Nigger! You know cause Africa?"

"Oh I see how itis...so what we do to you, huh? A brother beat your ass? Or did we fuck one of your funky bodied Indian women? It aint me you got a problem with. It's somebody else."

"No I was shot. By some guys from your neighborhood. As for the latter, you'll fuck anything whether it's consenting or not. And the fact that you guys always say 'what did we fuck one of your women or jump you' as if it's something to take pride in only proves you're degenerates everybody should hate and that the you even admit to the very things people hate you for."

"Says the half breed. Maybe you should have been less worried about niggas and more worried about white boys."

"Wrong order..and you don't know shit about me but I know everything about you..." Paul popped his cell door closed. "And I'm not leaving this cell until one of us is dead..."

The black male lunged at him swinging but Paul saw it coming. He caught his right blow remembering what Tanaka taught him. He threw him face first against the wall. He stabbed him in the back. "Fuck...!" Cried Tackle. "Alright...I'm sorry...I was just talking that shit...it's hard to not be that way when you're institutionalized! You don't understand! It was like a prison even on the outside..."

Paul told him, "That's all well and good but I'm with Onda...it's interesting how shit played out. They started out enemies and became friends. And you Tranny;s started out friends and became enemies. But then if somebody betrays you, they were never your friend..." Paul slammed his head against the wall. "Goddamn it, man...! Just kill me if you're gonna do it! It won't change a thing! I dicn't shoot you! And those peop;e that been killed I aint the one that green lit them! Ya'll did!"

"But it wouldn't have happened if you would have stayed focused in the riots."

"I'm sorry for what I said..about your women...and your mixed heritage...but you don't want to do this brother...the individual I was in 92' aint the same as now. If I could do it all over again...I wouldn't. We were just frustrated..."

"I'm going to get death row for this. I already have life without parole. You have a date. I don't. You're a bigger piece of shit than me. Nobody will know who I am when I die. They'll always remember you. You shouldn't even have a release date. A Lakota brother is rotting in the pen for killing two agents when he didn't do it..."

"I didn't do that! I aint put him there! Lie I said...misguided rage..."

Paul chuckled. "Misguided rage? You're the KANG of misguided rage. You attacked a Guatemalan brother you attacked Asians...Onda never pretended to be saints. We were born in criminality. But you? Your kind always blames the world for everything but you never take responsibility. Maybe I do have misguided rage. But don't get the wrong idea. I want to kill you. I don't buy this redemption act. Redemption is bullshit."

"You'e getting sucked into the same life I was, man...just because you got a life sentence doesn't mean your life has to be over...the way I acted in the 90's...It was like a toxic bomb was inside of my mind and at that particular time I was saying to myself how can we get some get back – from what's been happening to us all these years in South Central."

Paul rolled his eyes. "So now you're the victim, right?"

"I didn't say that...I know I did wrong...I want to make up for it...you think it doesn't bother me when I hurt that other man? But if you kill me..I won't be able to right the wrongs."

"Redemption is a fucking myth. I'm not looking for it. And you're not getting it..."

"I've been reading a lot..." The older black male said. "I went through a great transformation, throughout this ordeal – I have been able to purify my mind and my heart. By doing that I've taken on great ideas and I have great drive to make things better in the community that I helped destroy...you say you want to die yourself. There's nothing I can do to change your mind...but...you dying aint gonna help nobody either. And it's not like they'll give you the needle right away. They'll have your ass on death row for if you kill me your name will be as infamous as mine. It won;'t end anything..."

"I don't want to end anything but you and me...you're my own ticket to the closest thing I'll ever have to peace..and the only way I'll ever get out of prison."

Paul told the Carson member, "If you think about it I'm doing you a favor. You're forty two years old. You won't get out for another thirty five years. You'll be a senior citizen. It won't be worth it. You made your choices even after the riots. You're not in here for the riots you're in here for what you've done to your own people. And back in Canada...I killed a lot of people from a gang called Indian Clique. They were our enemy. That's what I was before I was a Vago. A Red Warrior. I killed a lot of skins. And for that, I deserve to die. I'd rather it was for that than this but you'll have to do..."

"This won't bring them back..."

Paul asked him, "What books do you like to read?"

"I read about Nelson Mandela, Nat Turner, Malcolm X. The Prophet Muhammad..."

"You wanna know what books I read about?"

"Yeah...talk to me, man..."

The guards were attempting to get the door open. Paul said, "I read about human anatomy. Do you know what the medulla oblongata is?" The black gang member said, "Yeah...the brain stem..."

"It's simplicity itself. It's our own on and off switch...and your electric bill is long overdue. Red light...green light...no light..." He stuck the shank into the back of his head and killed him instantly. The door was open and he dropped the shank. He dropped it and put his hands on his head as the guards came to intercept him. He took a beating and he didn't care.

Mai

She wasn't used to doing this but it had been a while since she'd had some dick and she was about overdue. He kissed her on the lips and she kissed him her mouth melting into his. He was ready to go. He kissed her with an intensity that she had not felt in a long time. There was something very alpha to it. Very dominating. He lifted her shirt up and she did the same with his.

He began to kiss to her neck and he pushed her black blouse up cupping her left breast under her red bra and she let out a shiver as he moved it up and he moved down to her nipple his tongue darting out at her bare flesh and his warm and wet tongue were a shock on her hardening nipple and he ran his hand down her stomach feeling towards her pants and he began to unzip her pants. She let out a breath at the feel of his hand on her abdomen as well as the feeling of his mouth on her areola and he reached around to her back trailing it around her skin causing her to get goosebumps. Her tongue wrestled with his almost as though his tongue itself was that of a young man who was caught by an older woman. A cougar so to speak. He reached to her ponytail pulling her hair scrunchy out and watched with admiration as her black hair was freed falling over her shoulders and face.

He was soon shirtless and she kissed along his biceps and moved her hands to the top of his head as he continued to pay attention to her tits. He pulled her pants down as he got her blue jeans pulled down and he saw that she had on a black g string and had her ass revealed partially as he pulled her panties aside but did not have them off all the way. He got behind her and he kisses her from the back. He kissed the back of her neck moving her hair aside and he was fully erect against her and she felt his hard member against her bare cheek poking through his boxers. He kissed her back around the upper shoulders and he felt her breasts from behind feeling her nipples hardening in front of him as he kissed her back.

He pulled her pants to her thighs and she got his belt buckle unhooked and she proceeded to pull his belt off the rest of the way with her teeth. This caused the Chinese man's eyes to widen at this move and she let out a soft laugh and pulled his pants down. She got his pants down and she kissed at his chest and he laid back as she kissed his abs his erect manhood twitching at the Asian woman's luscious lips kissing him. She got his rod out of the hole at the front of his boxers and she began to jerk him off. She didn't bat an eye. He was about average globally. Some might have perceived Anglos or blacks to be larger than this but in reality she had been with men who were about that size of those ethnicity's and she knew that the size wasn't what mattered but the motion in the ocean. Plus in the few times she'd been with Lamar, while he had been on the larger side it had hurt a little bit.

She lowered her mouth to his manhood taking in the uncut Chinese man in her mouth. He opened his mouth in response to the sensation of her mouth on him. He laid back as she began to peel his foreskin back and she licked down the left side of his cock and he groaned with anticipation as she lowered her mouth further down the shaft . She moved it around the side as she pushed the skin back her tongue swirling up to the head and she licked his helmet. Moving down she licked the back of it down to his base and she began to toy with his ball. "Shit...goddamn...who taught you that...?" He asked in a whisper as she moved her tongue to his testicles and took them in his mouth biting down just a little on his sack but following up by sucking on the sensitive skin.

She popped her head up for a moment with a wicked smile saying, "That's classified."

As she began to suck him off more intensely she stuck her semi bare ass in the air her butt to him. He stuck his fingers into her pussy from the back rubbing her already slick walls from behind as she sucked him off. She squirmed a bit and her saliva was a bit wetter on his cock as she was fingered from behind. "You like to tease don't you..." He said as he began to finger her . His wet fingers also found their way toying at her ass. She let out a high yelp against his manhood but she didn't react to harshly. She removed him from her mouth for a moment and as she jerked him she gave a lip smile saying, "That's my middle name...but Reward is my last. So after I'm done torturing you I always make it worth the wait..."

He shuddered as she put him back in her mouth but he looked up at the ceiling. "That's good to hear...real good to HEAR! Ho fuck!" He cried out as she began to deep throat him taking the full length in. "God bless America...and Vietnam..." He said with a chuckle as she worked her magic. He grabbed her hair as she did this. She deep throated him for as long as she could breathing through the nose. She gently rammed the tip of his manhood against the roof of her mouth. If there was one thing she knew, the cock didn't have eyes and most men couldn't tell the difference between the throat and the roof when done like this the right way. She didn't have a problem with deepthroating but a woman had to breathe and she always had to get her gag reflex ready. She put her tongue underneath his manhood as she took him in inch by inch and it acted as a cushion for him.

He began to probe deeper into her womanhood and she had taken him from her mouth a moment to take a breather but she kept him engaged and she jerked him off an she took a moment licking at his sack again. He shook a bit. She hummed against him adding to the sensation. "Mmmmmh...mmmm..." Before long he finally was about to lose it. "I'm gonna..." He gave her fair warning but she kept her mouth on him as he ejaculated. She sucked him up licking the white bubbly goop. He cried out, "Jesus...!" She lapped up his seed making eye contact all the while. It was an act of dominance. With that done,he had her lay down and he began to go to work on her but he didn't have her strip the rest of the way. He began to finger her and he kissed the outside of her thighs as he did this. Normally women took more time to get warned up than the amount of foreplay he had been doing but she was already horny. Lee moved his fingers along the outside of her labia teasing at her folds. She closed her eyes opening her mouth letting out a low moan.

He had two fingers inside her feeling her warm and sticky womanhood but he was careful not to go too deep. He still kissed the outside of her thighs not going directly to her pussy. He kissed up her thighs causing her nipples to harden more and her skin to get goosebumps. He began to kiss up to her pubic region and even though she had some pubes he kissed her there like it was nothing. Mai's breath came out in a shiver as the Chinese American kissed her seemingly everywhere except her pussy all the while his fingers did work on her. She giggled a bit as his black hair tickled the area around her stomach however unintentional and she let out a high yelp as his mouth finally did reach her womanhood stopping at the top his tongue snaking out at their swollen aroused clit and she cried out before he moved it down the rest of her labia.

His fingers spread her open more and she purred as he did so and he began to move his tongue down to the bottom where her perineum was. Her eyes widened as his tongue hit this sensitive zone. "Fuuuuuuuck..." Her voice came out in a lustful whisper. He began to hum against her womanhood, the lace of her panties as he ate her still around her smooth thighs.

He began to drill his tongue deeper into her as he massaged her clitoral hood. He began to move his fingers in and out of her. "Oh gooood..." She moaned. "That feels so good..." He began to tease her anus with his thumb. It felt weird but it felt good in a strange way too and Mai had once read somewhere that anal sex and the female orgasm was in some way connected. He began to spell words on her womanhood. He started with a B followed by an S followed by a U. "Uhhhh...!" Mai cried out. He began to spell out other letters as well and he began to start with the alphabet. If Lee had spoken any Chinese, he would have spelled every character on her womanhood which even though Lee did not speak it or read or write it he knew there were 3000 letters.

He began to increase the tongue strokes his tongie lashed against her perinium. She soon shivered as she felt a mini orgasm. She shook with it her stomach rising and falling and she knew she could haeve more but right now she wanted to feel flesh to flesh and not just his tongue. She grabbed his already hardening cock and she asked if he had a condom. "In my wallet..." He said. She put it on for him and mounted him. She had not planned on having sex and she barely knew this guy but she considered him handsome enough and he was young and most likely virile. It was an animalistic need. She lowered her lips onto his manhood and began to ride him. His hands felt her breasts and he took them in his mouth as she rode him. She began to moan again more and a bit higher as she rode him.

He began to drive in a bit deeper as she fucked him. His fingers lowered back down to her snatch and he began to massage her clit again as she rode him. Her warm and wet pussy caused massive sensation to his throbbing cock. She let out a gasp and then said, Bạn thích những cô gái lớn tuổi hơn huh?"

(You like older girls huh?)

He growled, "I have no idea what you're saying but it's fucking hot...keep doing that..."

He smacked her on the ass earning a yelp from the older Vietnamese woman and he cupped her ass as it bounced up and down on his balls and he seemed to like the feeling of that too. He sucked in a breath as he went in and out of herHe picked her up suddenly earning a cry of surprise and he began to fuck her standing up. She let out a squeal as he thrust into her and her wet and warm walls throbbed over his manhood as she bounced up and down on him and he loved the feeling of her twat as well as the flesh of her butt smacking into him as he pounded her. Mai had never been picked up and fucked before. It hurt a little bit yet it felt good. She almost wanted him to stop but then she didn't. She got used to it however as he thrust deeper into her.

"Fuck! Tôi không ... biết ... tại sao bạn có một dân số nữ thấp như vậy phía bắc của người đàn ông biên giới ... xin vui lòng không hiếp dâm tôi!"

(Fuck! I don't...know...why you have such a low female population north of the border man...please dont rape me!)

He smacked her on the ass and growled again, "Keep talking..."

"Được rồi ... làm những gì bạn muốn ... nhưng chỉ xin vui lòng không giết làng của tôi!"

(Okay...do what you want...but just please don't kill my village!)

Before long she had another orgasm. She was glad Lee didn't understand what she said because he would likely run for the hills. Her walls quivered as she rode out her orgasm. It was not that often a man had been able to make her come that quick through penetration but she kept going. She felt weak in the knees and light headed like she could pass out but she held on and he held onto her as he thrust into her. "OHHH! CHRIST!" She squealed as he pounded her like a pornstar. "Lee!" She cried out earning a bit of shock from him but he didn't lose his composure.

Before long he lost it too and he dropped her on the bed as he exploded and she chuckled, exhausted and sweaty her small breasts heaving as she caught her breath. He disposed of the condom. Mai reached into her purse rolling onto her stomach and pulled out a blunt. She'd got the weed from Lamar and she had to admit he had some good shit. She lt up and took a puff. She then handed it to him. "I don't smoke..." He said. "Straight edge, remember?"

"Yeah but you're ex BSU right? Or Mark is? Something like that...either way, not that I'm complaining BUT I usually don't do this sorta thing especially on the job and I wouldn't hide it frm her but I don't think Ana expected us to do this...so the least you can do is endulge me...I enjoyed this you might find you enjoy this...you'll live..."

"Alright...if you gotta twist my arm..." He took a hit but before he did he said, "Mark can't find out about this..."

She smiled making a zipping lip motion. He took a hit and began to cough up like crazy. She laughed at him and his eyes turned red. "Virgin lungs..."

"It's not..." He coughed. "Funny...!" She got him some water. "Hey, coughing makes you more high. You'll be alright...jus t breathe.." He did as she said and took a drink. They polished off more of the blunt and before long he was in a silly mood. "This shit is...way out there..." He said. He then said, "What were you saying in Vietnamese anyway? You sounded like you were posessed by a sex demon..."

"A lady has to have her secrets..." She said with a blush. She thought to herself with a bit of self hate, And whores with rape fantasies...I'm sup[posed to be a fucking feminist for Christ sake...

She then had a question for him. "Hey...about your friend Felix...I understand you see him as a traitor but...he didn't kill anybody. He didn't kill any BSU members. And I don't see how he's any less of a traitor as mark or the rest of you are seen to be...with your chapters I mean..."

"Look we all had a falling out with Sunbelt but that doesn't matter..." He clarified. "We were traitors but we all betrayed them together. If that's how you want to look at it. But there's a lot of shit that happened that most people don't know about...and those who do know about it...neither side wants to own up to what they did. I can't change what I've done. But Felix made a choice...and the thing is...I kind of wonder. Before I thought he was just using the culture excuse to fuck us over...but then...he killed Condados and cartel guys. So that's why it makes even less sense."

"All I'm saying is...if you can repair that friendship you should..." She told him. "Life is too short..." She sighed. "With my friend Paul...I feel like I let him down...he hates me..." She told him everything that had happened. She told him about her visit in prison. "Well hge sounds like an asshole. Even if he has a problem with the Fanmilies he shouldn't blame you for that..."

"Yeah but...I've still done business with Chamberlain Hills. And the people he's in there with now...they're like Neto...and I don't know what I'm more afraid of...that they'll use him and throw him away...or worse...they make him just like them and he becomes a lifelong member...I already heard he's with the Vagos...and he was in a riot..." She told him about the riot. She didn't know what had since happened to Paul just yet. They were not allowing visitors. "Well, just because some people in CGF fucked him over doesn't mean they all did. And now you know not to trust those particular people, right?"

She nodded. Tears rolled down her eyes. "I just wish there was something I could have done...to keep this all from happening...Neto never had a chance...he was a gang member since he was as young as Paul when he started...Ivan...he's been violent since he was around that age too...the KGB. the military...the mafia...and Packie...and his family...God none of those guys had easy lives...I was the only one that came from a stable family...I should have helped him..." She sobbed. He hugged her saying, "It's okay...you didn't know...sometimes...some friends are just temporary...and as much as we want them back...there's nothing we can do. Sometimes they don't want to come back."

Paul

January 22, 2015

He had just received the death penalty. He was being taken back to the prison from the courthouse. He would be transferred to death row. All though it was not as quick as he had hoped it would also not be as long as Tackle said it would be either. The trial had been just a few weeks. A little over three to be exact. He would be executed in exactly one year. It was his birthday too and he couldn't have asked for a better present. He was still Onda and he would try and have as many people killed as he could from his place in death row but he was also going to be free. He just had to hold on one more year.

He said to himself in his head, Ista....Dawn...Aila ... Awenhnì:tare niió:re tsi konnorónhkhwa'...

Regarding his sentence, he had a smile on his face.

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That's all for this chapter I hope you enjoyed. So that scene with Mai and Lee was seyt up by Zilla with the cliff hanger he left from his update. I was neveous to try and make a lemon of the two but I thought I'd take a crack at it. Anyway, I tried to have Lee and Mai relate to each other in having lost friends as well. There was supposed to be a scene where Lee talks to some people from the Da Nang Boys too but that will have to wait until the next chapter.

So Paul killing Tackle was his attempt at suicide. He's on death row. He doesn't have the nerve to try and kill himself by his own hand so he wants to die that way. He's not doing it cause he wants out of Onda he just found the idea of life behind bars forever a little too rea. In his mind it was the right thing to do. As far as Onda it was mentioned Paul is seen as a crash dummy but that's not the case. He was meant to hit Tackle and he did so in a clever way using an already in place attack to go after him.

So they didn't see him as a crash dummy but as a carnal al though they figured he would try and kill him and try not to get caught like maybe poison his canteen but he volunteered himself as a crash dummy even though he didn't need to be. It's like zilla mentioned with shot caller and the main character being an accountant and how he could have done that for the Aryan Brotherhood well Onda would have been fine with him even sending some of the Vago soldiers to go and kill him but that wasn't what Paul wanted. He of course is keeping his intention as to why to himself except for with Tackle he confided in him before killing him.

As far as Mai though i'm thinking even though he won't say that this was what he wanted maybe some maternal instinct in her, she'll know he wanted to die. The question is what is a plausible way to have her know without him saying it? Just have it be that she knows him well enough to know what he would or would not do if he didn't want to get caught? She knows that while he is young and hot headed he wouldn't ordinarily risk something like that and Neto will know it too.

As far as Curtis or Ben to run the Indian car based on Vasquez being more of a soldier in terms of fighting or Ben being a guy who can fight but only shanked when necessary and when not necessary gives non fatal wounds and shows restraint none of you answered who it should be but whoever it is, the other guy will be among those who were transferred with him.

Since nobody is answering and I only got one consistant reviewer what I'll probably do is have Ben run the car at Boilerbroke since he is older and have Curtis be the soldier who was moved with Paul after the riot. As for what happened to TV, that was supposed to happen much later but I wanted there to be shown the effect of how bad the Psychos hit them up. And as for Mao getting got just so you know that was El Pavo that shot him.

The way he was alive one minute with wounds and dead the next is a slight nod to Saving Private Ryan. Also that prison riot between the Vagos and the white inmates is based on a race riot at Salinas Valley State Prison which this prison is based on. And that reminds me the Surenos had done that because the white inmates supposedly broke some rules. I want to know what rules it was they didn't say what it was in the documentary they showed it in.

So Chepe is visually inspired by the rapper Chino Grande and Chepe is a nickname for guys named Jose. If your name is Salvador you're Chava. By the way Zilla just so you know Beto is short for Roberto.

As far as Salva and who he is visually based on...I am undecided right now but he's meant to be from the Avenues. Next chapter Neto will join Onda about a week before Paul does but under different circumstances and on the streets.

So Tackle Williams is based on Football Williams the 8 trey who attacked a Guatemalan man in addition to Reginald Denny plus some Asian dude. The "Funky bodied comment is smething a black guy said to me on youtub once and what paul responded with is what i would say to anybody who says you only hate us cause we beat you or fucked your girl. In my case nobody fucked my gf at the time but it is a way of how you can insult the other man's integrity by saying the fact that you admit your people often do shit like that proves you are untrustworthy.

Also I gotta thank Moonman your song from Dr Dre was funny so i had to use that slur you used taco goblin in the riot. Thanks a lot you Snow Magnon! lol.

So as far as Mai she has some dark sex fantasies and fetishes and this one revolves around the idea of being one of the Vietnamese women that are kidnapped by China to compensate for their lower female population. You can judge her for that or not but one in four women do have rape fantasies for whatever reason. Mai is a feminist but I'm sure that doesn't necessarily make them except for it.

Also now you know the backstory on Mai's father as one of the founders of the gang. And I wanted to show more character growth with him and with Gina with her and Mai talking about the shit that might get talked about them by other Da Nang Boys, and TV's respect of Mai.

So Paul is losing his mind. When he does get sprung from prison (Trying to decide if Tanaka should be the one who does or if Mai should to prove shes a true friend)

As far as Paul killing Tackle and what Tackle said regarding his toxic rage and his later clarity Football Williams actually said that. As far as that goes Paul sees him as a hypocrite for looking back on it with regret. Paul feels the same way about what he did to the IC's but he believes he also deserves to die and since he can't be there to get shanked by one of them he chose the next best thing but he also has too much pride to let it be by the hands of the AV or the Ballas Families, BGA, or the Asian gangs. He in a way has sort of a twisted martyr view of this even though he doesn't think he will be remenbered when he dies but he still sees if the state kills him he'll see it as having historical symbolism based on what was done historically.

Question is do you think Tackle was right? Will Paul have more unwanted fame now that he has killed a man that was infamous? As for Neto let's just say when he becomes Onda, he will be asked to kill somebody else who is a priority on Onda's list and Neto will probably get to do this around 2017 or 2018.

Anyway thats what we'll get into next chapter, Neto will try and end the war with Marabunta. Also I don't know just how soon into 2015 Zilla is going and what month and year you intended it to be when Mai and Lee had their little "Meeting" in LS but if it was before or after or if there's a timeline problem let me know and we can fix it.

As far as the weed thing, I don't want to like go out of Lee's character but weed doesnt kill ya and if he never does it again he can at least say he tried it plus Mai rationalized that they're not BSU like before I forgot who all is excommunicated and who isn't I think I got confused.

Which Psycho do you think shot TV AKA Thomas Vang? Was it Sly? Or Monster? Or Buddha? Or the timid TJ? Find out next chapter. Take a guess though.

Oh and that thought Paul had means I love you to the moon and back in Kanienke'ha. Ordinarily that's not a term you would say as it's kind of more of an english term and konnorónhkhwa our way to say i love you it has such deeper meaning though.

When you say konnoronhkhwa you don't need to put a measurement of your love with it because it is just implied within the word. But just as Paul is mixed in this context he used a mixed way of saying something saying he loved people in an English way but in Kanienkeha'ha. While you wouldn't custom ise say it that way you could either say . Awenhnì:tare niió:re tsi konnorónhkhwa' as he did or say Tsi tkaráhkware niió:re tsi konnorónhkhwa'. But I didn't translate as he was thinking this and thought it would be better to explain this here because translating a thought in our language would be weird.

As far as Aila and Dawn there's more to his story with them I have yet to show and even Paul himself is not sure if he loves them or not he thinks he does but he doesnt know if he does because he's not sure he knows what love is since his perceptions of it were damaged by his parents relationship. He is starting to wonder if just because if he feels love for them like he feels butterflies in his heart asmost would describe that as love, well he's not sure if even his feelings on that count or not but hes basing it on how long hes known them and only having seen them when he went to LC. But then obviously it cant be measured by time and he kind of thinks you have to know each other a certain amount of time but he'll find that the next chapter Aila had something resembling feelings towards him she doesnt say she loves him but something else that lets him know she cares and it shocks him. But in this case Paul believes he will die so this is his way of saying he loves them before he crosses over because he also doesn't know whether or not there's an afterlife. Why does that question matter? As i said. You will find out in later chapters because there is more to that what i just said.

I know Ivan was pretty absent this chapter but he won't be next chapter he and Ivan will discuss their views on Communism a bit more and I might show that US embassy bombing they were both behind. Maybe. Either way that bombing will be one of the reasons me and Zilla agreed upon for why Devlin would hate Ivan. But maybe one thing I haven't exactly gotten into yet is that while Ivan is wanted dead by IAA Vasily is actually more deadly of the two Ivan looks at him like an older brother and he has done way more shit for the IAA to want him dead. The only question is on Zilla's end, does Devlin know about what Vasily has done as much and does he hate him as much?

Because as fart as their views on politics goes, Vasily is a bit more extreme than Ivan is. Ivan tends to lean more towards Lenin while Vasily actually identifies more with STalin. It's not so much that Vasily agrees with everything Stalin did as far as killing as many people as he did but there are aspects to what Stalin believed in that Vasily agrees with and it has a bit to do with WWII. We'll get into that later.

Also if I can I promise next chapter to show Paul in 2012 and his Warriors doing their hash business with the Yardies plus the Angels will hit them up I already got a significant chunk of another lemon in the next chapter started and as for Packie he will let's say "Make a move" next chapter at trying to get Gerry free. I don't know if I'll do it next chapter maybe chapter after next but I'm thinking of having Packie do a heist that involved Derrick in 2008 and maybe it happens around the time of GTA IV and it could actually be part of how Francis even found out Derrick was back in town to start with.

As far as the Da Nang Boys I can't promise their hard times are over because they're not. I still haven't decided on G Note's survival yet either what do you think? If she dies die now from being shot by Leondre or possibly later in a worse way? Notice i said possibly.

Till next time. Enjoy