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.

57. Close But No Cigar

2009

Packie

Sex Appeal

They had been knocking a few of them back at the bar in Purgatory. "So...you got a thing for bad boys, huh?" He asked. "Yeah...but like I said my mom made me swear off them."

"I haven't gone to mass in years. Or confession. My ma would be heartbroken. I aint doing it to disobey her. It's more that I get no comfort from it. And my dad, well fuck him," He downed another shot of whiskey. "Point is you gotta live your life the way you want it."

"I know but...look I grew up with certain privilleges and I wanted to help people from less fortunate backgrounds. My parents had that in mind for me too when they paid for law school."

In a way, Packie found it kind of ironic. He was poor and Irish and she was rich and black. Society had a certain narrative of how things happened and in a way this contradicted that very narrative. She fit his stereotype of people that looked like him while he fit the stereotype of what many would assume about someone like her. Then again, the Irish had always been stereotyped themselves in that regard and even to this day when you thought rich white man, chances are that white man was probably not Irish but either English descent or German. Sometimes Jewish. He replied, "Yeah well, I come from a whole family of fuck ups. A whole family of black sheep. Only how can you be a black sheep in a family of black sheep?"

"What about Francis?" Asked Kiki. "You know better than that, lass. He's as much of a crook as the rest of us. He's just not honest about it. The person you meant to say was my sis, Kate. She wasn't a cop or a robber. Ah fuck what am I saying I should have said she's just not a robber," He said pausing with a laugh to emphesize his disdain for the police. "She was an innocent sweet girl you know? Never even had a boyfriend. Niko dated her you know...he got her killed in a drive-by shooting..."

"I heard about that. I'm so sorry. It's just weird. You think of drive-by's and you normally think of street gangs from the west coast. Or even gangs in Bohan, Northwood or East Holland. It's hard to believe the mafia would be that stupid."

"That's about the only chance they thought they had at getting him, I guess. You know...Niko avenged her. And you'd think I'd be grateful to him for that cause he felt like it was his fault and it was. But...he also denied me of my right to revenge. I fucking hate him!"

She growled, "I do too. He's a fucking man whore who can't keep his veiny hog in his pants! You know what...we should go trash his car...you and me. I know...where he stays. Out in North Holland."

Packie paid for the drinks and the two staggered out to his Comet. They began to drive. "As your attorney I should tell you we could get in sooooo much trouble for this, Niko...I mean Patrick...shit!"

"It's okay...I'm not drunk...the only thing Frankie's boys could give me is a DWI. Driving While Irish. And we don't get drunk...fuck my head is spinning. Is the world falling apart?"

"No...my head is too...either that or it is al falling apart...might as well...this whole city is fucked up, Packie! So many rich privileged shits making their filthy fucking stock money while homeless people sleep in the gutter...I hope we get a fissure..."

They got to the place in North Holland. The only reason Packie was not pulled over was every time he did see a cop he would pull over to the side of the road and wait for that cop to leave the area. By the time they arrived at his apartment, it was dark. They had sobered up some but not enough to consider this might not be a good idea. "You ready, darling?" He asked. "I was born ready..." She began to key Niko's car which was a gold Cheetah. Packie got his baseball bat out of the trunk and said, "Batting for the Swingers..it's Packie fuckin McReary!" He swung it breaking the left side mirror. "He shoots he scores!" Packie roared and Kiki cackled, "I think...you're getting your sports mixed up," She hiccuped but then said, "But that;'s okay..." She keyed Niko's car and then proceeded to flatten his tires. Packie busted the windows.

"YEAHHHHHHHH!" He screamed as he busted the windshield. "Fucking slavic motherfucker!" He then turned to Kiki. "Shit, we need to get the fuck outta here."

She yelled, as she keyed the other side, "This is what happens when you can't keep your dick in your fucking pants!" With that they both got in the Comet. An older middle aged black male was walking with his son who was in his teens. He told him, "Son, I'm not saying not to date a sista. Lord knows your mama's a good woman. But what I'm telling you right there is this. Don't ever ever cheat on her. Unless you want that to happen. Even bourgeois yellabones like her will be your worst nightmare if you creep around on em," He looked at the carnage and said, "That dude's probably the rebound and based on how bad they fucked the car up? He definitely fucked around on her more than once with more than one woman.

It had been a sixteen minute drive from Purgatory to North Holland. It was another twenty seven minutes to get her back to Little Italy. The thick African American lawyer told him, "You're coming in!" She pulled him inside and kissed him pressing her lips to his. The Irishmen was surprised but he went along with it. He took his jacket off and he began moving his hands up her body. He slid his hands up her thighs feeling their warmth pulling her red scarf opened her black jacket and lifted up the sweater underneath to reveal her black bra which had a bit of red design to it. Her underwear was a mostly white thong but in the back it was mixed in with black and pink with a pink rose in the back.

He kissed down to her bosoms bombarding her neck with kissed. He wasn't in love with her at all but she was hot and it had been a while since he had been with a woman. At least a year. He'd been coked out too much of the time. She looked downright stunning. Despite being somewhat of a bigger girl, her ass was a bit small but cute. He moved in down to her breasts and he slid the left cup aside freeing her left breast and he began caressing it. He felt her nipple harden in his hand as he began to kiss her right bosom and she let out a sigh of arousal as he did his lips on her warm breast though her breast was somehow warm yet also a bit cold. It was because of the weather out and at the same time her breast was still getting warmer with arousal. Kiki pulled Packie's shirt off to reveal his washboard abdomen and she ran her hands down his torso a smile on her face saying, "Ooooh..." She rubed her hands down his body and unbuckled his belt and she pulled it off in one pull and unbuttoned his pants. He slid her skirt up and pulled her panties to the side and mounted her against her kitchen counter entering her already wet womanhood.

"Packie...! Oooohhhhhh Packie..." He was fully erect and began sucking on her breast as he fucked her. He didn't have a condom and hadn't thought to get one and she hadn't thought to ask. They had sobered up quite a bit but they were still pretty tipsy. He was glad at least for nce he didn't have whiskey dick.

"This is definitely covered by attorney-client privilege..." She moaned as he put his hands on her ass and gave it a slap feeling the wet woman's pussy around his cock as he thrust inside her and lifted her legs up as he fucked her on her counter. She let out a lower moan as he sucked on her right breast sliding the cup down and pushed his cock deeper into her wet womanhood. She kissed him as her breasts bounced and he penetrated her deeper. She growled letting out a lust flled one and she knocked her purse and everything else on the counter off. She mouted him and lowered herself onto his manhood and began to ride him with ferocity in a lustful feverish stupor. He felt her with his fingers toying with the thick black woman's clit as he penetrated her. Her clit was nice and swollen and the sight of it made his dick twich inside of her.

"I wish I could have had you as an attorney the last several times I was busted..." He groaned as he hit her g spot earning a yelp. "That would have made it all worthwhile...plus conjugals...shit..."

"Fuck me...I've needed this..." She moaned as he pounded into her feeling her pubic hair against his manhood. "You're the best lawyer...ever..."

He kept going in and out of her finding the fact that she had her clothes on partially to be very sexy. "Do your worst to me Packie..." She breathed as her breasts bounced up and down as they fucked on the counter. He took a bouncing breast in his mouth as they fucked. Finally before long, he felt himself lose it. He exploded on her bare thighs. He panted and she panted as well. They'd been going at it for about seventeen minutes.

2012

Paul

Hashing it out

He stripped her down to her bra and panties. He was surprised to see that this time she had green and white lingerie on. He kissed ears making his way down the short haired brunette woman's neck. She closed her eyes opening her mouth. He kissed her lips again and her lips met his interacting with the young half breed's mouth. Her lips were persistent against his, meeting him every step of the way, her wet lips warm against his and sweet in taste.

She felt his longer hair. "What's wrong?" She chuckled. "It's justnow your hair is longer than mine, enit?"

"Yeah...but yours will row back. Besides it's cute."

"Cute but not pretty?"

"You're reading too much into this, girl," Paul stated. "It all means the same shit to a lot of guys. Women are always so sensitive."

"We can't help it," She said. "It's how we're wired. No come here...you long haired giant asshole," She said with a playful smile. He began to kiss further down her neck and down to her black shirt line. He moved to lift up her shirt and took in her and her breast her light chocolate brown nipple that was slightly on the pink side began to harden as he caressed it in his hands. His tongue flicked out at her nipple and she let out a low moan. Her bra was on the green and white side of colors but her panties themselves were see through black pantiesS. he began to make gasping noises as he put his hand over her womanhood not nessecarily fingering her but keeping his fingers on the outside of it, teasing her. She laid back and he moved his fingers along her breast softly kneading her nipple.

He then slid her other cup aside and began to kiss that one and he sucked lightly on it feeling her nipple harden in his mouth. He loved the feeling a woman's around nipple in his mouth. It was an oral fixation he couldn't explain. He massaged her tits firmly yet gently. He moved his lips down her stomach kissing her pale brown almost ivory skin. He made his way down to her oval shaped navel and his lips kissed the shape of it.

Her eyes had opened briefly and she stroked his hair but her eyes fluttered shut again and she tilted her head back as his tongue met her belly lapping at it and his tongue met her it touched the bottom of it and the sides of it. She let out a warm breath and he felt her warm breath on his hair, his neck, feeling her desire in the warm gust. She chuckled at the tickling sensation on her belly. His tongue moved to the sides of her vertical clit as much he could and then he moved up and down and further inside before he began to kiss the flesh below it. As he looked at it however he noticed she had somewhat of a conclave after all. She was still fit but she had put on some meat on her bones and he liked that. Because of the weight it had seemingly changed shape. It wasn't that much she could still wear a sports bra at a gym and not look out of place but she just had more weight.

"You'll be loving my tummy even if I gain 50 lbs, huh?" She said with a seductive smile. "Yep."

"How about a hundred?" She teased. He gently bit down on the bottom end of her navel pulling a but on the flesh like a puppy and earned a yelp from the petite Mohawk woman. "Don't eat me...!" She giggled. "I'm not food."

"I beg to differ..." He growled going back up to bite the top part too and she let out a yelp of suprise as it was a mix of pain and pleasure but it turned from a laugh to a low moan and he began to trail back down to her underwear kissing her upper left thigh her creamy smooth skin smelling good to him and he saw her legs tremble a bit. Her breath was foggy and he noticed it had gotten colder out. It was starting to know. "Shit..." She complained but he climbed up towards her and lifted her legs and butt up and she let out a squeal and a giggle as he did and he pulled the blanket out from under her and put it around them. "That better?" He asked softly. "Much..." She said. She pulled him to her kissing him running a hand down the hairs on his chest. "Keep me warm, sweet beefy..."

"You're lucky I let you call me that," He said frowning. "You don't have a choice," She replied sticking her tongue at him and her supple lips curving into a playful grin. He told her, "Seriously, if the guys on the block down in Bohan knew about that shit I'd never hear the end of it"

She rubbed her hand down his chest to his stomach and down to the waistband of his boxers and touched his cock on the outside of his drawers. "Awww he's so sensitive," Lollipop was always like that. She could be sensitive and vulnerable at times and other times she was a playful heckler. But she made up for it kissing his lips and she gently bit his bottom lip as seemingly so many women seemed to like to do to him. She giggled in a teasing manner and reminded, "You bite me, I bite you."

She began to kiss down his abdomen crawling on top of him. Seeing as he liked kissing women on theirs he was still not used to it being done to him but Aila liked to push him to his limits in different ways. She pulled his gray and blue boxerd down with her teeth and she began to toy with his manhood. He was fully erect and she grinned as she jerked him off stroking his manhood. The sound of his skin flapping back and forth filled the room and before long she popped it in her mouth. "Oh shit...Lollipop..." He groaned. She removed him from her mouth and said, "You know what, that reminds me...that's been my nickname for God knows how long well...I promised myself the next person that actually did this was going to get it..."

She treached on the nightstand grabbing a mostly desolved lollipop that had been wrapped back up in the wrapper. He was a bit startled asking, "What are you doing?!" She assured, "Just relax...it's something I want to try. It's gonna be a bit sticky but I'll make it feel good. I promise."

She pressed the red lollipop against his cock rubbing the sticky piece of candy along his manhood. "ooooh shit...!" He cried out as she put the still warn lollipop against his pecker and licked both up sucking him off and the lollipop at the same time. She rubbed the red candy along his helmet s if to flavor it with it and she proceeded to lick it off. She sucked his "Lollipop" and her own at the same time rolling his member with her tongue over the head of it and it felt amazing. She moved his foreskin back and forth as well with her talented tongue. She then pressed the red sphere to his manhood and with a devlish grin rolled the foreskin of his cock around the sucker and then proceeded to suck him off that way. "MY GOD! YOU ARE SUCH A FREAK!" He cried out sharply as she sucked his cock and the lollipop the sensation of her warm mouth and her tongue against his cock as well as hs foreskin around the piece of candy caused a strange feeling on that aspect of it but it felt good. Just in the weirdest way.

She laughed humming against his rod and she toyed with his testicles. Finally, he lost it exploding. Her trick had made him lose control nutting on the sucker. she lapped it up however licking his cock clean of his seed as well as the sucker and she smiled at him humming through her lips against his tip his seed coating her red lips with white through her mouth and she said with a giggle, "I like mixing salt and sweets..." She said with a seductive whisper.

He groaned and moved into position to eat her pussy. He moved her black panties down and saw she had a bit more pubic hair than last time. He nestled his face in her pubic hair and she moaned with lust as he began to finger her womanhood momentarily feeling she was still wet from the foreplay and had gotten more so from blowing him. He was gentle at first with toying with her folds but soon, he began to increase the speed and the friction. He made his way down to her womanhood and began to lick her pussy his tongue snaking out at her swollen clit and he earned a high pitched cry from the Mohawk-Miq'maq girl as he went down on her. Even now, his tongue was only teasing her and was not yet fully going down on her but he would soon.

He moved his tongue from just above her asshole to her labia all the way up to her clit. She let out a shuddering moan shaking as he move up. His tongue gently went down in four second licks teasing her as he made his way down. His tongue tasted her and she let out a sigh as she put her hand on his hair. "Mmmmm...lick it clean, daddy...yes...uhhh..." His tongue, just the tip began to swim inside her entrance tasting her juices as he made his way through. He pressed his mouth to her womanhood humming against her and she breathed in and out her stomach rising and falling as his mouth pressed against her lips as though his lips and her nether lips were engaged in a lovers kiss the same as they had been minutes before. He transferred th heat from his mouth to her cunt, and she shook with anticipation as his heat mixed with hers.

His tongue lapped up at her clit coming out of her hole and teased at her clit in smaller strokes and he fingered her in her entrance while his tongue attacked her clit, filling in the absense of his tongue. "Fuck..." She whimpered. He lashed out at her pussy his tongue moving her clitoral hood in a circular stroke stimulating the nerves around her clitoris. He made his way back to her labia but he did not neglect the clit even as he made his way down. He hummed against her cunt, "Mmmmmph..."

"UHHHHH!" She yelped as he did this. He could feel her getting warmer and wetter as he licked her. Her pussy was throbbing and she thrust it into his mouth as if begging for more stimulation. "Please..." She begge all though she wasn't even able to finish the sentence and probably didn't even know what she was asking for but he figured out what she wanted. More.

He moved down to her pernium slowly but he savored her the whole way down. She shivered at the feeling of his tongue inside of her and his lips humming against hers. She let out a squeal as he went down to the periium. "OOOOKAYYYYYY! GOD...UHHHH..." She yelped startled at the sensation but her intensity melted as his tongue worked its magic stimulating the border between her pussy and her ass and he felt that she might come soon as he felt her getting wetter and some of her juices did get onto him on his chin so he had given her an orgasm but he wanted to keep going as he didn't feel she had peaked yet.

Her belly was rising up and down faster now and he looked with amusement at his red mark on it with pride as he had given her a hickey there and the sight of her light bown perky milk chocolate nipples rising up and down and her body seemed to move with anticipation to his touch. "Fuck...!" She cried her voice goinhg an octave higher.

"Mmmmmhhh?" He moaned against her pussy as though he were talking to her, humming and moaning against his lips in response to her own love cries as if their moans were a language of love on their own and his humming in addition to it having somewhat of a question marked emphasis to it, as though he was asking, "Do you like that, dirty girl?" Seemed to only drive her more crazy. "UHHHHH...!" She whimpered and she shook as he caused her to have a clitoral orgasm her thighs and knees knocking together. He came to join her kissing her. She didn't seem to care his chin was coated with her juices. She kiseed him pasionatley and intimatley her eyes closing her lips almost seeming to hug his.

Finally, she could take it no more. "Fuck me..." She begged. "Condom...?" He asked. "Don't you dare..." She growled. "I want to feel you...all the way...gimme that ant eater..." She said in a teasing playful tone. He did as she asked and she let out a low moan as he entered her womanhood. "Fuuuuuck..." She whispered as he slowly began to penetrate her.

He took her right breast into his mouth as he went in and out of her soaked womanhood and she thrust upwards meeting his thrusts parrying with her own. He toyed with her clit still sensitive from her last orgasm as he fucked her. He bit down on her left nipple and she let out a bit of a cry of pain and he realized he'd bitten too hard so he softened it up kissing her nipple and trying to make it feel better with a kiss. "I'm sorry..." He said. "It's okay..." She breathed and playfully swatted him on the butt cheek causing his eyes to widen.

She cooed as he pounded down into her womanhood and he toyed with her right breast as he fucked her. With his free hand he felt her soft silky smooth thighs which were also slick with her juices and even her pubic hair had been dampened by her. Her cries of passion were music to his ears. "Fuck me...y...y...ye...e..eeeees Pauuuuul...oooohhhh!" She cried as he hit her g spot repeatedly and he buried his face into her neck and stayed there for the moment afraid if he looked at her in addition to hearing her he was afraid he might cum then and there and it would be over. He closed his eyes as he took her other breast in his mouth keeping his face in her chest as they fucked. Her moaned grew louder at the sensation of his tongue and lips and even his teeth more carefully this time, on her titty as his cock drilled down into her. "You're making me weak..." She complained in the cutest way as he had her legs in the air. "Hang on, doll you can do it, baby..." He assured his eyes still closed He loved the smell of it, the feeling of her womanhood on him, her sweat her moans.

He didn't want to admit this to himself but he was starting to think he loved her. But how would it ever work? They weren't in the same state or even the same country and he could only come up to Canada every now and then. Why did the connections have to be with people in different area codes? It wasn't fair. What if she was the woman of his dreams? She was tough and smart and funny and beautiful as hell and she was willing to have threeways. She liked to teease him but she also drove him crazy sexually and she was one of those women where she could joke about his size or apperance and call him Sweet Beefy or other nicknames like that and he coudn't get mad at her the way he might with somebody else.

Plus, while he did care about Dawn and would very much want to nbe with hher too, the fact that Aila was also Kanienkehaka like him was a plus and that they weren't the same clan. If they had babies they would have a clan. This was a plus in his book. She flipped him over onto his back with surprising strength but she kissed him with a passion of a lover that hadn't seen her husband in years. He loved the way she kissed him with a need a hunger. Maybe she loved him too? It wasn't just that she was kissing him. Even though that could be optional in sex and even still just because you kissed didn't mean you were in love, it was the way she kissed him.

She was on top of him now pressing her hands into his stomach holding hserlf up almost as though her buckling knees would be unable to hold herself up if she didn't hold herself up on him. She began to ride gyrating on his cock and this brought a new sensation. He smacked her on the butt and he reached around and fingered her asshole earning a lower but still feminine cry from her. She smacked him in the face not out of anger or wanting him to stop but more of a wild sex cat unable to control herself sort of way. "nasty fucker..." She breathed and she smiled devilishly and vowed, "I should make you lick my asshole...you're gonna...you filthy perv..."

He said, "I'll do it too..." She clawed at his chest. "Not good enough...my butt is clean. Suck your finger..." He looked at her. "Huh?"

She clawed at his nipple. "Do it now...or I'll never let you butt fuck me..." He did as she asked. He sucked his finger and she took his finger back from him sucking it. There was nothing there but it was still dirty just because of where it had been and it gave him images of pornstars who had gone pussy to mouth and ass to mouth. He wanted to punish her with his cock now. He thrust harder and deeper into her and she let out a cry of lust as he got her off guard. She squealed at this and was almost so taken aback she fell off him but she regained balance and now decided to put herself in the advantage and she began to bounce on him. "You filthy fucking pervert..." She growled with fake anger. "Trying to defile my pretty little asshole..."

She dug her nails into his chest deeper and growled, "You filthy FILTHY pig...Oooooohhhh!" She roared. "You disgust me..." She hissed as she bounced up and down on his manhood. He smacked her on the ass again. "What if...I let you fuck me...and you cum...would you suck it out...?" He had to admit that was too freaky and borderline gay but she smiled at his discomfort on his face. She bit his bottom lip kissing him as she leaned over him. "I won't teeeeeeelllllllll..." He groaned, "Fuck..." She bit his ear lobe purring. "Why not?" She asked in a softer tone almost puppy like. "I'll suck my juices off your cock...it'll be our dirty little secret..."

He spanked her on the ass again leaving a mark this time. "Shut up..." He growled. "Before I put it in your mouth and make you shut up..." She giggled looking up as she bounced on him her wet throbbing pussy slapping against his manhood. "AHHHH! You promise?" She giggled. He pinched both of her breasts and she moaned against him meeting his lips again her wet tongue wrestling with his.

He thrusted deeper into her. He licked the sweat from her neck. This shocked her a bit and she pulled herself closer to him bouncing up and down on him harder and faster. "Fuck...!" She wailed as he thrust into her circling his thrust so that he wouldn't blow his load too soon and fucking her in a way that he could maintain stamina. He kept his cool burying his face back into her breast kissing her. He slapped her ass again and she put his hand back on there and she said, "Put it back in..." She said with a growling begging tone. He put his thumb into her ass and she opened up her mouth looking up at the ceiling straddling him. "Ohhhhhh fu...fuuuu fuuuuuckkkkkk..."

He was toying her clitoris as he pounded into her and he moved his fingers into her clit rubbing it gently but firmly as he fucked her. "Paul...fuuuuck...UHHH! AHHHH...!" She wailed as she came on his dick riding out the wave that was her orgasm and he felt her juices erupt onto him. Her pussy pulsed against his manhood and wquaked and her whole body shook her stomach and breasts thrusted as she breathed in and out her eyes widening into light brown slits.

She collapsed on top of him kissing him her thighs still shaking. He got behind her still kissing her and he began to mount her doggystyle. He drove into her with ferocity and speed and she kissed him looking back her mouth moaning against his still feeling the aftershock of her orgasms. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer as he drove into her and he laid against he sweaty back as he fucked her. She whimpered as though he was still torturing her but instead of pain she felt pleasure as he fingered her reaching around. He kissed her back and he looked into it again trying to focus as he poked down into her trying to keep going but he lost it. He pulled out exploding all over her back and her ass cheeks. He went to clean her up and they laid there a while holding each other despite the sweat. She then smiled and said, "We should shower...we gotta get dressed and get to the hotel."

He agreed. They soaped each other as they washed. It was very romantic even if neither told the other they loved each other. Finally they put their uniform on and they went outside and drove to the Hotel. The car radio wasn't working. "Fuck no music..." She complained. "I should have brought my MP3 player."

"Well, now you can entertain me..." She said with a playful smile. "Alright. Joke or story?"

"Hmmm...both..."

"Alright... Once, not long ago, four Iroquois hunters spent the winter together trapping in the north. They had good luck. When they brought their furs to the trading post at the end of the season, they had more than enough to buy all the things they needed for their families. In fact, there was just enough left over to buy a new rifle. They had a problem. Although they hunted and trapped together as brothers, for all of them belonged to the Bear Clan, they did not live together. One hunter was from the Nundawaono, the People of the Great Hill, the Seneca. His home was to the west. One was from the Gueugwehono, the People of the Mucky Land, the Cayuga. His home was to the south near the marshes by the long lakes. One was from the Onundagaono, the People on the Hills, the Onondaga. His place was in the very centre of the lands of the Great League. One was from the Ganeagaono, the People of the Flint, the Mohawks. His home was to the east. Now that they had finished trapping, each would be returning home. It was easy to divide provisions among four people, but how could they divide the rifle? Finally it was decided. The man who told the tallest story about hunting would take the gun home."

She listened intently. "The Mohawk hunter spoke first. "A man was walking along. He had been hunting all day, but his mind wasn't on his hunting. He'd used up all of the bullets for his old muzzle loader without hitting anything. As he walked, he ate some cherries he had picked. Eat one, spit the stone into his hand. Eat one spit the stone into his hand. Then he saw, right in front of him, a big, big deer. But he had no bullets left. He thought quickly. He poured powder into the gun, took the cherry seeds, loaded them and fired at the deer's head. The deer fell down, but it got right up again and ran away."

"Some years later that same hunter went out again hunting in the same place. Again he had no luck. Near the end of the day he saw at the edge of a clearing a tall tree covered with ripe cherries. Ah, this man thought. At least I can eat some cherries. So he put his gun down and began to climb up into the tree. He had reached the lower branches when the tree began to shake back and forth and the hunter had to hold on with both hands. Then the tree lifted straight up into the air and he was thrown out. He looked up from the ground and saw that the tree was growing from between the antlers of a huge deer which shook its head one more time and then ran away into the forest. And that," said the Mohawk hunter, "is my story."

Now it was the turn of the Onondaga hunter. "One time my uncle was out hunting. He had only one shot left in his gun and he wanted to make it count. He came to a stream where he saw a duck swimming back and forth, back and forth. Just in front of the duck there was a large trout and it was leaping from the water to catch flies, leaping, leaping, leaping. On the other side of the stream there stood a deer. It had its head up and it was standing still, sniffing the wind. Further back on a small hill was a bear up on its hind legs, scratching its paws on a tree, up and down, up and down. My uncle got down on his belly. He crawled close to the stream, took careful aim and waited. When everything was just right and the trout jumped again he pulled the trigger. His bullet went through the trout and killed the duck. It ricocheted off the water and struck the deer. It went through the deer and killed the bear. My uncle was a good shot. The amazing thing-I know you will find this hard to believe-is that when he went to skin the bear he turned it over and found it had fallen on a fox and killed it." The Onondaga hunter paused for breath. "And that fox had a fat rabbit in its mouth."

The Cayuga hunter was next. "Many seasons ago my grandfather was out hunting and saw a deer. He started to chase it so he could get closer for a better shot, but he ran so fast he went right past the deer. When the deer saw my grandfather go by him, it got scared. It turned around, jumped as hard as it could and sailed right over a stream. My grandfather jumped too but when he got halfway over the stream he saw he couldn't make it to the other side so he turned around in mid-air and jumped back. By now the deer hid behind a hill on the other side of the stream so my grandfather couldn't see it anymore. "Now my grandfather was angry. He wasn't going to let that deer get away! He put his gun between little maple trees and bent the barrel. The he aimed and shot. The bullet curved right around the hill and struck the deer.

"When my grandfather saw the fallen deer he got real excited. It was as if it was the first deer he'd ever shot. He started to skin it right away, But the dear wasn't dead. Just when my grandfather reached the horns and was about to pull the skin off, the dear jumped up and began to run around. My grandfather tried to grab the deer, but it was too slippery. He chased it around and around. Then the skin got caught on the bark of a hickory tree. The dear backed off and pulled real hard and the skin came right off over its horns! The deer ran away, leaving my grandfather with nothing but its skin." The Cayuga hunter looked up and look a deep breath. "And if you don't believe my story, you can just go to my grandfather's lodge. That skin is still hanging there."

Now only the Seneca hunter was left. He looked around at the other three. Then he smiled and shook his head. "Wah-ah," he said, "I am sorry. None of us Senecas ever tell tall stories about hunting."

The other three hunters looked at each other. Then without a word gave him the gun."

She chuckled. "Hey that was pretty good!"

When they got there, Chogan, Little Joe, and the others were there. Their new 'boss' was a bald black male, a Jamaican by the name of Cedric He was a scrawny and bald male of about six foot four and was dark skinned.

"Ya know anything about hash, mon?"

"What's the dealio?" Asked Chogan. "Da men will be da room service and da women will be maids, seen? Da operation for Jauvell is simple. Ya go to da rooms I insreust you too and ya leave dem da order of hash under da plate. For da ladies you just leave da hash under da new towel when you bring it in, seen?"

"I think we got it," Chogan said. "Paul, Aila, Dawn, you got it?" They nodded. "One more ting. I'm going out for da day but whatever sales you make in hash I get 25% at da end of da day."

"But we're the ones doing the work. How about 10%?" Chogan asked. "25."

"Okay fifteen..."

"How about twenty five?" The Jamaican said. "Der be a chain of command, mon. Maybe one day you can own your own hotel in downtown Teranto but today I'm dam mon. WI'm da one wjo is going to get to go to Drake's house for a party. You leave me my cut at da end of da day. And let me know if you run into any problems. Remember one thing. The customer is always right."

"I got no problem with that, erie..." Little Joe, said with a grin. "Cool runnings, mon," He held his had out for the Jamaican to give him dap but the older black male just rolled his eyes and walked away. "We be jamming..." The Cree teenager said. Chogan back handed his little brother. "You're such a fucking retard! Don't you fuck this up...no wonder you were in special ed."

"You were in it too, bro!" Joe said, "I was in it for behavior disorder. You were in it cause you're a fucking spaz. I swear mom dropped you on your head when you were a baby. Your first words were probably something stupid and she dropped you. Not on accident. On purpose to teach you a lesson but it ended up fucking you up worse," Replied the other rez gangster.

They began to do exactly that. They got ready. As they got ready to start their shift, Chogan was skeptical. "Alright, I'lll take this floor you guys take another one. We meet up for lunch. Fuck man, who even smokes hash, bro? That's a weird drug for people to start taking a sudden interest in."

"A lot of rich fuckers stay here," Dawn told him. "So they're bound to be into all sorts of weird shit."

"That's probably true..." Chogan said. "Well, I can't say I agree with 25% but...I gotta say I like these guyss style. If it works that is."

Little Joe was optimistic about it. "Exactly. Besides even 75% of whatever we make each day, I mean that's still more than we had before. Plus when Paul's buster ass runs home to Liberty I'll be taking his mone," He said with a cackle. "Eh fuck you, Joanne. That's not gonna happen."

Paul left a sample of hash under a dinner plate as he delivered it to a customer. As Aila and Dawn worked a room, Aila asked Dawn, "Ka'nón thoyó'te ne Kor?"

(Where is Paul working?)

Having taught the Cree rez chick some of her language in addition to having taught Aila hers, Dawn replied, "Upstairs, I think..." As they knocked and Dawn called out, "Housekeeping!"

They found a fat old white guy cuffed to a bed naked. "Oh boy..." Dawn said. "First day too..." Aila replied. "Nice..."

Meanwhile, as Little Joe delievered to another room a middle aged white guy with light brown hair that was graying and glasses invited him in and gave him a one hundred dollar tip. "Hey what's your name?" The teenager replied, "Joseph sir..."

"How old are you? You from around here?"

"Old enough/. And I'm from the rez. Just got this job. Hope you find everything to your liking..." He told him, "Hey sit down kid. Let's smoke this together..." He was reluctant. "I can't. It's my first day and I'm on the clock..."

The older man said, "But isn't the customer always right? besides, if you can sell it Im sure your boss will let you get away with it."

He tried it and Little Joe coughed "Goddamn, dude...this shit...I definitly don't prefer this to chronic..."

"It's an aqqquired taste. I'm Herb by the way," Joe said, "I'm still Joe, bro..."

"Hey Joe, woud you like to make an extra hundred dollars an hour more?"

"Sure but you know, after this I gotta get back..."

"I'll pay you for your time..."

Five Minutes Later

Little Joe sat in his boxers and Herb sat on the bed watching and listening as he read from To Kill A Mockingbird.

Out in the hall as they worked Paul asked, "Hey Raymond's supposed to be working with Joe, right? I didn't see Joe come outta that room," Chogan replied, "Probably taking a shit. Or jerking off."

Meanwhile, Aila and Dawn saw that under the man cuffed to the bed was piss. They were not thrilled.

Meanwhile...

Chogan turned to Paul. "Ya hey. Wanna hear a joke, skin?"

"Sure. I just told Aila a long one it was more like a traditional story with a punch line cause it was long."

"Well, wait you tell me yours first..." Paul told him and then he said, "So wait, the Seneca got the gun cause they don't tell tall tales about hunting?" Chogan then realized. "Ohhh ok. I get it. Cause them not telling a tall tale is the tallest tale of all. Gotcha. A bit clean for my taste."

"What was yours?"

"A cowboy rides in the desert and comes upon a Native American lying naked with a hard-on. He asks, "What are you doing?"

The naked man replies, "I'm finding out the time - it is 12:15."

The cowboy looks at his watch and thinks, "Wow, it really is 12:15."

The cowboy continues and sees another Native American lying naked with a hard-on. He asks, "What are you doing?"

The naked man replies, "I'm seeing what time it is - it is 3:15."

The cowboy looks at his watch and that is the correct time. The cowboy continues and finds a third Native American lying naked on the ground, masturbating.

The cowboy asks what he's doing and he replies, "I'm winding my watch."

Paul cracked up at that one.

5 Minutes Later

Meanwhile, outside the Hotel, the Angels Of Death rode by. "You saw them, right?" Lucifer asked one of his men. "Sure did, brother. All of those redskinned little bastards are working there. I think that's a front for those dustheaded niggers in the Storm Posse."

"Well..." Lucifer said, "I say it's time we break out the fireworks. They used the fireworks from the rez on our boys and IC. I say we return the favor. Show them why we won the biker wars. You know what to do..."

"Sure thing, prez..." He said and Lucifer rode off while a few of the patched members headed into the parking lot of the hotel.

2013

Ivan

He was at Leondre's grave. Even though he had known the man for less than a year, he felt as though he had known the Baller OG fotr a lot longer. They had not been in the same gang, and Leondre was not a soldier. They were not even from the same country. For all intents and purposes Leondre had been a capitalist and Ivan was a Communist. Even so, at the death of the OG who had fallen not only from bullets but also reputation, he felt as though he had lost somebody in his unit. He felt as though he were visiting a soldier as if they had been in some same war together. In a way, they had even if they had never been in the same unit, they had been on the same side.

He sighed. "I know you don't hear me. I wouldn't expect you to. Still, I've been..well I joined the Epsilon Program. I don't know if I believe in it. But I have been studying it a lot and at least a few things in it make sense. The thing is, everybody calls it a cult. For much of my life I thought being atheist and being Communist was one and the same. But earlier in my life before I went to Russia for the first time, my sister, she became a part of a church. My parents were never religious as far as I know prior to any of that. I just assumed they had an aversion to religion based on logic. I didn't know it was a part of Soviet heritage. But then, later they started to adapt a bit. They even got married in the Orthodox church. I guess what I'm saying is...I don't know that there's an afterliffe. In fact I very much doubt it...and yet I had a near death experience. Chris Formage brought me back. At least that's what it seemed like. Anyway, even if I don't know that we have sentient souls after this, I know at least that our energy goes on after we die so while it may not be the same thing our life force still exists to a point. So there must be something more to all of this than heartbreak and pain, right?"

He sighed. "I understand why you did what you did. I dont condone it but I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't like to find the man who killed my mother all those years ago and kill some of his family just so that it destroys him the way it destroyed me," Ivan lit a Redwood cigarette. "You don't mind if I smoke do you?" He took a drag and smiled. "Somehow, I didn't think you would. You look like you may have been a smoker, yes? Where was I..."

Just then some roses were dropped on the grave. He looked up to see the girl that had been impregnated by Leondre before his death. He'd learned her name was Janaya. "What are you doing here?" She asked. "Leondre was my friend."

"Yeah I guess he was..." She said in a lower voice. "I can't believe he's gone...you know...he didn't know and I didn't know but..." She sighed. "This isn't his baby..." Ivan looked up at the Creole Baller. "Then who?" She told him, "G Bone. The truth is they both sorta...had me at the same time once at a party. I wasn't sure who the father was but Leondre had been so depressed about losing his brother and Leela that...if there was even a chance that his bloodline could carry on I thoyght I'd let him think that..but the truth is...me and G Bone been going steady now ever since but we both miss him..."

"If that's true where is he?" Asked Ivan. "He had to handle some business for Tyson it aint nothing is hard in the hood. Hell you've been here long enough you know what it is."

"I do..."

"So you and Sugar, huh?"

"I don't know. I guess so. I'm still seeing where it all goes."

Stone and K Low appeared behind him dropping flowers on Leondre's headstone. Suddenly it was a Baller convention. "I miss him too..." Stone admitted. "I feel Sugar on why she's mad at him but...he's been my boy too long too many years to fully say fuck that nigga you know?"

"And yet you did..." Ivan stated honestly. "You put him off the neighborhood."

"What the fuck was I supposed to do? I was willing to give him Covenant Ave while I just had control of Grove Street but killing kids is bad for your image. He's gonna get us pinched. He just went too far...even if I understand it. And the thing of it too is, I'm still finna ride for him. I'm gonna put Demon six feet under and that little bitch the Families that did it. Niggas was saying they swear they saw Lil King from Strawberry do that shit but see that can't be it's gotta be some other BG. That fool aint smart enough to come up with that kinda shit. I think Davis Neighborhood was in on it cause niggas saw H Bomb and Sway in a hooptie not far from where it went down."

"He went too far, blood, you know that shit..." Janaya stated. "Maybe. But niggas in the hood is getting more dsavage to survive. We're dealing with all that hostility from Latinos and how they be targeting civilians so we gots to fight dirty too. I wouldn't have never blasted on a youngin but still. I understand why Leondre did."

"You know what?" Ivan said. "Spare me your sanctimonious hoodlum honor crap. There is no honor in this shit. Not in what you do or what I do. You are not some honorable gang leader. You're not a hood legend. You're a pimp with straightened hair. And as for those Latino hostilities I've heard two sides to it. Neto told me that innocent Mexicans were attacjked first."

"Motherfucker who's side is you on? That's the same bitch that mutilated L and killed Overdose. He tried to kill you too just for standing by your homie remember? You should want him dead too as much is me if Leondre was really your boy. So how the fuck you gonna tell me how the war started?"

"I'm a former Soviet spy. We can get information on any war whether people know about it or not. And I'm not saying I'm not on your side. Obviously I am in with you against the Aztecas and Vagos but at the same time, I am not going to be intillectually dishonest. Do not pretend that the Ballas and Families never targetdd civilians."

"Damn, dog you think you better than me, huh? Well as for this pimping shit bitches need protection. Shit happens when they aint got somebody to smack tricks when they get outta line."

"Tell that to sex workers who manage themselves and even have their own webcam and escort services. It seems like they do just fine without you."

"Motherfucker you think with that white bread prostitution there aint still pimping? If you want a call girl to come and fuck you, you still gotta go through an agency. Nah, don't you ever look down on me and mine cause I take what oppurtunities I could around this motherfucker. Some niggas are talented at boosting rides, some sling, some do jackings, home invasions, me I used to sling rocks back in the 90's now I'm all about getting paper from my ho's and that's fine by me. I consider myself a man of many talents. Who the fuck is you, nigga you always down in the hood like you grew up around here. You gave us the guns now shouldn't you fuck off till the next time we need some K's come around? Don't be thinking you any different than that motherfucker Grisha too. He looks down on us but at least he don't come around here trying to be friends. He admits he only deals with our set for the money and that's fine caus that's all I see in his motherfucking ass."

"Bro why you tripping? Boogey is a friend," Stated Janaya. "He's ya'll friend. But I aint down with this motherfucking Vodka nigga creeping up in the hood fucking our women."

"Goddamn you are a hypocrite," Stated Janaya. "How you gonna say our women when you pimp? You think you can even take that moral high ground, dog?"

"Look I get what you implying but I aint never gorilla pimped nobody. If the ho's don't do what I say, they're cut off. In South Central you either gotta run black pussy or Latin pussy and I get too much drama from the Ese's when I try and do that. So I gotta run one of the two. And I got white and yellow bitches too but they don't stay out here so it's harder to keep track of them and I might just have to let them go. Plus one time be raiding the spots anyway. Truth be told my pockets is hurting. Why you defending him, Janaya? Is you a bed wench like that weave wearing bitch,Sugar?"

"How you gonna call your homegirl that?/" Janaya snarled. "I could get your ass smoked for talking to me that way too..."

"I wish Tyson would, bitch."

Ivan said, "If I may...you are wearing a perm in your hair too. I've seen it naturally curly too. Most African American men I have seen wear their hair natural unlike the 50's but I noticed you wear that. So what's the difference between you and a black woman? Let me ask you this also. Have you ever fucked another race?"

K Low laughed at that as did Stone. "Of course. I've had all kinds. So?"

"Well, think about that. You call Sugar a bed wench for having a connection with a man of another race. But statistically most out marriage with blacks involves the men. Black women are probably the most loyal to their men out of every race. And you're probably the least loyal of men. I am not saying this to be racist, my friend. I am saying this because it's true. Do you objectively think after all this time of black beauty being under appreciated even in their own community while white beauty is valued, that black women would still only be attracted to you?"

Stone angrily growled, "I fucked other women but I'll only be with a sister. I'm with a sister now. Every race got a problem with you swooping in on they honeys, fool."

"Yes but black men are the only ones who think they should be able to sample every kind of woman and not have the women do the same thing."

"Goddamn..." Janaya said the Creole's big eyes widening. "This motherfucking Russian's blacker than you, boo boo..." This got a laugh from K Low. Stone growled, "Shut the fuck up!" He then looked at Ivan with a snarl. "And here's the other thing, Mr. Boogeyman. When you help us, good or bad it adds to whatever consequences come back on the hood. So I aint even about to ask you for your help no more. I mean I been saying we should both go mob up on Rancho but you aint even trying to do that. Me, I'm avenging my homie. Even if he did go too far. I never said i wouldn't get revenge for him."

"Yes, but I am willing to help you get revenge for him."

"Nah, fuck that. Aint nobody gonna dome those three but me. But if you really want to help the hood out why don't you go ahead and find out who really did that from the Families cause I know damn well it wasn't no Lil King. That lil mark couldn't hit the side of a barn with a shotgun and even if he had there'd be no way he'd have made it out the hood."

Janaya said, "I got an idea on that. Me, G Bone and Tyson can always hit them Strawberry bitches on Forum up. We wouldn't be violating nothing with Stretch cause he wouldn't want Forum breaking away from CGF. We'd be doing him a favor by chipping off Lamar and Lil King or whoever it was, that way it doesn't look like he's some unfair leader killing anybody trying to do they own thang."

"Hey, I'm down with that," K Low stated. "But I want at Franklin for my nigga, D. You catch that bith bring him to our hood cause I want a piece of that fat fuck's hide. On the hood. That bitch nigga's made foul moves on my hood like twice need to clap his ass before we miss the chance."

"Fine," Stone said. "But honestly? The best thing you can do..." He said pointing at Ivan. "Is you take Neto out. I'd like to think I got the skills to peel his cap but that dude's damn near indestructable and I don't got a death wish. So you take out the super soldier for the cartel. I'll handle Demon and I want the Tranny that clapped Leondre brought to me. If you and Tyson want to dust off the Forum Gangstas that's on you. Aint no crumbs off my plate. Starting a new set is dumb as hell. If your set aint been around for a couple decades you weak as hell and a fad. But you can bet that I'm serving the DNFG bitches too. I been wanting to clap Big Sway for over ten years. The fuck is it about Families and having fat asses on their side?"

K Low sparked up a blunt and said, "Aight then. We out. Deuces. Ya'll go on and handle that."

Since she was a new potential ally, Ivan exchanged numbers with Janaya and she gave him G Bone's number as well.

Neto

Vinewood Babylon

He arrived at Martin Madrazo's ranch. "Entonces, entiendo que quieres matar a mi primo Javier por lo que te ha hecho. Ya que has estado en Los Santos, te he impedido ir tras él y él de ir tras de ti. ¿Pero ahora? Ahora quiero que vayas tras él."

(So, I understand you want to kill my cousin Javier for what he has done to you. Since you have been in Los Santos, I have kept you from going after him and him from going after you. But now? Now I want you to go after him. )

Neto was curious. "¿Por qué? ¿Por qué venderías tu propia familia?"

(Why? Why would you sell your own family out?)

"Él te llevó a los brazos de nuestro enemigo. Al traicionarte, él me traicionó. Él te hizo un dolor en el culo. Él te hizo destruir nuestros envíos. Él te hizo atacar nuestros convoyes. ¿Los zapatistas? Casi no los culpo. Vieron una oportunidad y la aprovecharon. Javier fue el idiota que te dejó por muerto. ¡Y luego, él te negó por su propio error! Él mató a una mujer y un niño inocentes."

(He drove you into the arms of our enemy. By betraying you he betrayed me. He made you a pain in my ass. He made you destroy our shipments. He made you attack our convoys. The Zapatistas? I almost don't blame them. They saw an oppurtunity and seized it. Javier was the idiot who left you for dead. And then, he unished you for his own mistake! He killed an innocent woman and child. )

" Lo entenderás si no confío en ti. Sé que hubo hombres que intentaron matarme en todos esos meses también cuando estaba con Nenetl atacando a sus hombres. Perdiste dinero por mi culpa. Y ahora quieres vender a tu primo. ¿Por qué sería tan estúpido como para confiar en ti?"

(You'll understand if I don't trust you. I know you had men trying to kill me in all those months too when I was with Nenetl attacking your men. You lost money because of me. And now you want to sell your own cousin out. Why would I be stupid enough to trust you?)

One of Madrazo's bodyguards a large muscular man of Mexican descent with brown skin and a goatee olive skin and jet black hair growled, "Maldito campesino. ¡Muestre al señor Madrazo el debido respeto o le cortaré la lengua inmunda y se lo meteré por el culo!"

(You fucking peasant. Show Mr. Madrazo proper respect or I will cut out your filthy tongue and shove it up your ass!)

Neto sneered at the six foot six man. "Hiciste la parte fácil, maricon. Usted habló de eso. Ahora ven a hacerlo."

(You did the easy part, fag. You talked about it. Now come do it.)

The man growled and walked forward as if ready to fight and Neto stood his ground but Madrazo stopped the two of them. "Caballeros, por favor! No nos volvamos incivilizados. En cuanto a su pregunta sobre Javier, es verdad que envié hombres después de usted. Incluso si entiendo por qué hiciste lo que hiciste durante todos esos meses, todavía soy quien soy y estoy a cargo. Si no castigo la insubordinación, esto es un signo de debilidad. Pero eso fue entonces y esto es ahora. Y si no confías en mis propias motivaciones y buenas intenciones para dejarte ir tras Javier, entonces puedes confiar en mi propio egoísmo y auto preservación. Javier va a testificar en mi contra. Él se reunirá con la FIB hoy. Él sabe lo suficiente como para alejarme para siempre. Él debe ser tratado. ¿De verdad crees, Neto que sabiendo lo que hace, no podría encontrar una manera de testificar en tu contra?"

(Gentlemen, please! Let's not become uncivilized. As for your question about Javier, it's true I did send men after you. Even if I understand why you did what you did for all those months, I still am who I am and I am in charge. If I don't punish insubordination this is a sign of weakness. But that was then and this is now. And if you don't trust my own motivations and good intentions with letting you go after Javier, then you can trust my own selfishness and self preservation. Javier is going to testify against me. He is meeting with the FIB today. He knows enough to put me away forever. He must be dealt with. Do you honestly think, Neto that knowing what he does, he could not also find a way to testify against you?)

"Okay..." Neto said finally switching to English. "Where is he going to be?"

"He wants to appear as though everythung is normal but the first chance he gets he is going to take flight. He is staying at a house in Chumash. I will text you the address once you get on the road."

Neto sighed. "This better not be a setup..."

He went outside. He got into a dark gold Oracle. He got into the car and he transferred his weapons from the car to the car. He texted Demon asking if there's anybody who can bring his car back to his apartment he sent him back a text saying he could so he got in the car. He had his AK-74 and he had a Mossberg for a shotgun. He put the radio to East Los FM and he pulled to a stop and snorted some meth off his knife then resumed driving. "FUCK!" He growled. "So...baby killer woman killer and a fucking snitch? You know how to be a piece of shit, hey, Javi?" He got the address.

He listened to the song La Cumbia Del Mole by Lila Downs. Time seemed to fly by. He pulled up to the house. He also had a Sniper Rifle. He'd purchased it from Oscar Guzman. He zoomed in on the house seeing several people around the outside of the house. Neto had parked in the sand near the beach house rather than on the street level. "US Marshal's..." He observed under his breath. He zoomed in on one who was Caucasian a dark blonde haired male with shaggy hair standing at five ten with an athletic build and he had brown eyes. He fired striking the man in the left cheek. The man's brains were blown all over the glass window. The glass exploded. He aimed next at the Marshal who was a short black female with dark skin and brown hair wearing a brown pantsuit. He fired striking her through the heart. He then aimed and fired striking a Caucasian male with a similar hairstyle to the last man but his hair was brown and he was six foot three. Neto struck him in the stomach.

He began to take fire as the US Marshals began to fire down at him on the beach. "Assholes!" Neto shouted. "You fuckers say you hate illegal immigration cause of cartels yet you're protecting a pinche sicario!" He ran towards the house as rounds whizzed past his head and several did hit him in the chest. He had a vest on but a couple also hit him in the left arm. He made it up the stairs as he brought the AK up the stairs. He fired striking at the next man who was firing upon him. "Drop the gun, asshole or you're dead!" This guy was a Caucasian male of Spanish ancestry with black hair olive skin brown eyes. Neto charged him firing into his stomach and chest. He grabbed him throwing him towards the already broken window and threw him into the glass shards. He landed with his Adams apple first on a glass piece.

He spotted Javier Madrazo. Neto fired at him but Madrazo dove into his bedroom taking cover and he took the pistol from one of the dead Marshals returning fire. Neto took four rounds in the chest and the AK was destroyed from under him but Neto managed to get his knife out as he charged Javier. He stabbed the Mexican national in the stomach. "HIJO DE PUTA! DOES IT HURT, CABRON?! IT'S ONLY JUST BEGINNING!" Just then he felt a force in his back as a gunshot went off. He was hit in the back from a shotgun blast. He felt a few pellets hit his other shoulder. Another Marshal, a bald Caucasian in his mid fifties tried to pull Javier to his feet. "We gotta get you outta here!"

The Marshal with the shotgun went to fire another shot at Neto and he went for the window. The blast hit Neto in the back and some of the blast shattered the window too and Neto went out the window hitting the ground below with a thud winded. His vision blurred from his injury. "Fuck..." He groaned. He looked up to see the Marshal get Javier out the door and into a Granger. He fired his own Handgun at the Granger but then as the seven shots got off at the vehicle, he got to the back of his car as the remaining Marshals fired at Neto.

"Goddamn it..." He growled. Two more Marshals came down at him but he fired from the side of the car and he hit the first Marshal in the left knee cap and the next he hit in the waist. "Asshole...we called it in...you're not getting away with this..."

"Fuck you..." Neto cursed. "This isn't business. It's personal."

He fired the remaining magazine off and hit the knee capped Marshal and he reloaded as he got back to cover. Neto was not sure he would have the strength to even get himself out of the area. Just then, he remembered there was one man that he had met through Paul who he knew was recruiting nearby in the Vespucci Beach area for his MC. He dialed his number. The man answered after four rings. "Hello?"

"Vincent...it's me...Neto...we worked together one time...mirate...I'm in a lot of trouble I'm in Chumash..." He told him the address. "I'm bleeding here...you're my last lifeline. I need your help. Before the cops get me..."

"I 'll try...but if I don't get there in the time, and I see the cops all over you, I'm gonna get out of here. Having a bit of a situation myself..."

Neto saw that the Marshal was trying to get around to flank him. Neto fired striking him in the side of his left thigh. He aimed and fired at him again. He struck him in the back. The Marshal fell over bleeding out in the sand as well. Just then a Lost MC van was speeding towards them. "Shit...just my luck..." Neto groaned. The door slid open and he expected to be shot but instead he saw a Native American male and he was pulled into the van. He recognized it was Vincent. The man who was driving the van was a man of Tongva ancestry. The man had a shaved head except for a ponytail in the back and he had hazel eyes and he had gold earrings. He was a prospect it seemed. "Where...where did you get the Burrito, homes?"

Neto asked as he was bleeding. Vincent kept pressure on his wounds to try and help him. "We're recruiting in the area but we're having some trouble with the Lost. We need more support. If I can get you to wherever you want to go I'm gonna need some help from you."

"Alright...you got it bro...we may not have agreed on where we stood on what we did but we were right to kill those Ballas to save that girl. If I have to help you recruit people to the Red Road MC I'll do that."

"Jesus, dude. You're high, aren't you?"

"Yeah...so what? Look times are hard around here. I was just trying to kill the man...who killed my family. You know Paul...he's in fucking prison cause of people like we were fighting before...he's got fifteen to life..."

Vincent looked down in sadness as he kept pressure on it. "Damn it...you know...he's had a tough life. I always thought maybe he was gonna finally start to have a better one out hre. Liberty and Teranto...I never understood how he could still be involved in so much crime on our land. A lot of people didn't look down on him cause he's a half breed. There's a lot of those where we come from. It;s just we didn't understand why he was lways so angry. But if you knew who his dad was you'd understand. Poor bastard...he never really had a chance ya know?"

"I know..." Neto said. "None of us did...and none of us do. We're just buying time and delaying the inevitable."

He was brought to a seedy motel in Vespuccui. They had a female there a Native woman with dark brown skin who was their go to surgeon. "No club house...?" Neto asked as he was helped in. "Sorry, eh," Vincent said. "Recruitment is still at its rudamentary stages. It's harder to get the club built out west and in the states than back east. San Andreas just already had a lot of established MC's and a lot of them think the world isn't big enough for us. But we're not a 1%er club. We don't sell drugs. We believe in walking the good red road. That term, while it is rooted in traditions of every tribe and nation, it has its roots with the Lakota. Who were facing a lot of substance abuse problems on their rez. They still do but the Red Road gives them hope. With ourselves we see ourselves as warriors enforcing those who would harm our people, the weak."

Neto got ready for the woman to start working on him and he admitted, "Well maybe if I'd been born up here and at a different time maybe I would have joined you. Your goals are noble but they're hard. Seriously..." He did like the prospect of warriors of sobreity and protectors of the people but the sarastic and frankly methed out part of his mind thought, But get back to m when you levas have stood the test of time and battle in a civil war like we did...

Still, he didn't say this as he didn't want to be an ungrateful asshole. "I fucking failed...that motherfucker got away..."

"There's always next time..." Vincent tried to assure him.

2015

Neto

Neto made sure to put a new vest on under his dark blue Hawaiin t shirt. He'd gone all out in body armor this time even going as far as to get bulletproof leg paddings as well. It made him heavier and therefore slower but it wasn't like he needed to do much running as it is neither chase nor being chased. If he needed to chase anybody and play tag so to speak, his Rifle would do the running for him. After all, it was well known among the barrio that the cops that were fat fucks outta shape were the worst about shooting you becase they would shoot you simply so they wouldn't have to chase you because they couldn't chase you. Well, if it was good enough of a tactic for the LSPD to use, it was good enough for him. Listo, seeing as he was the Vago shot caller had already had first pick of weapons before the others loaded up but he had seen them load up and not him.

"What are you packing, doggy?" He asked. Listo was loading up a .45 ACP Magazine into an SMG. "Check this out, perro. XC450. They used to make these back in the 80's when I was just a little chavalito, ese. LS vatos have been packing cuetes and doing driveby's for almost half a century but in the early days it was just pistolas. Shit for whatever reason even though cuetes had magazines for a long time, fuckers still rolled around the calles with .357's like it was still the wild west days."

"Isn't it though?" Asked Troubles. Listo chuckled but said, "Anyway, vatos around here? We were carrying Revolvers but around the late 80's people started preferring pistol with a clip. And then everybody wanted automatics. I mean you take what you can get but I remember seeing these a lot."

"Now that you mention it..." Neto stated. "I remember seeing those when I was still in grade school, homes. Didn't they discontinue those fuckin things?"

"Yeah they did. You know a lot of these gun laws and Assalt Rifle laws really started happening in the 80's to where you couldn't even buy certain guns after a certain point. I don't know where you Azteca vatos get your shit but I know you're a paisa so let me give you a bit of advice. 1986. That's the magic number. I mean you probably get your shit illegally anyway but if you should get a permit, try and see if anybody will sell you a Rifle made before 86'. Me? This bitch right here? That was made in 84 or '85. I could be wrong though."

"It doesn't matter if it is or not," Stated Angel. "They catch you with that thing you're going in for life. You got three strikes, bro. You already are on thin ice. You're lucky you were able to even get out."

"Hey, I'm not the only person who's gotten out on a three strike. But I'll die before I go back."

"Why not get a Floro MK-9 then? That's an improved version," Neto suggested. "That was made in 2001," Replied Listo. "And I was in prison when those things came out."

Neto knew one thing about San Andrean statistics. In 2011 the crime rate had dropped since 1994 due to the Three Strike law but the problem was that there was also a 33% increase in violence against police officers and prison guards as well. It made sense as to why but that was what was stupid about the law. On one hand, Listo was lucky he was able to get out of prison but a lot of people never did. It wasn't just violent offenses that got you a strike. It was also serious offenses which could also mean non violent crimes.

They parked their rides near the LS River in Rancho and headed down into the tunnel drain.

Helgada waited down below and held two Claridge Hi Tec SMG's with 36 detachable box magazines. Gata had her usual two Uzi's with 50 rounds in each magazine. The Aztecas all carried the same weapon types that they had used on Marabunta but new ones. Neto took an AK-74 and a Spas 12. Nata took for herself an AKS. Chela carried an M3, Pajaro had an AEK-971. Jose was given an AN-94. Licha and Zorra were also there. Zorra had a Benelli CB-M2 and Licha had an ML-63. El Camello had a Calico M960.

Neto approached. "So what'd you find out?"

"There's a meeting going on between Davis Neighborhood Families and OCB. I don't know what the fuck for. Why would either side need to deal drugs to each other?" Helgada was pondering out loud. "They both got connections in their own hood so it doesn't make sense to sling to each other."

"Some Tranny's back in the day used to not sling drugs..." Suggested Jose. "That was a long time ago, carnalito. And even then that was only one neighborhood and their set is gone. Shit still doesn't add up. I think there's a lot bigger fish in the pond than just what we're seeing."

"Then we'll take these putos down a notch and let the dead guppies lead us to the bigger catch," Neto suggested. "I checked it out online," Gata started. "They're doing some construction under the city I'm not exactly sure what for but there's some construction work going on. I think it has to do with that construction they were doing downtown and maybe it all has to do with that thing with the Union Depository over a year ago."

"Yeah, they're trying to reenforce the underground tunnels better so that shit like that doesn't happen again," Stated Pajaro. "Alright. It doesn't matter. Come on..."

They made their way into the tunnel entrance. "Where are the construction workers?" Demanded Neto. "They're a bit further in south. I saw the Ballas and Families to the east," Stated Listo. "I can't wait to get rid of these fuckers," Lokita admitted.

Neto asked, "Is there another way to get to the Tranny's and Ball Sacks from here? A way to flank them?"

"Yeah," Stated Listo. "We smuggled some shit this way before. This is where some of the comaradas used to go lay low when the juras were too hot. But we can't really do that much these days. If I go down this west tunnel I can get them from there if we take the long way around."

"Firme. Do it. You box them in from the west we'll box them in from the east. The workers are to the south you just said that. So when they hear shooting, if there is any there if they're working today, they'll be sure and go for the north. They're not stupid enough to come running towards gunfire."

Helgada nodded. "Orale, ! We need to catch these levas before thet finish their deal and go home."

Zorra spoke with anger saying, "Do this for Calaca, homie. They gotta pay for that shit..." Neto had gotten revenge for Calaca but at the same time, he understood the need for revenge and how they would still want to put even more enemies down. They walked for what seemed like miles to get towards the deal. "Man, are you sure they're doing a deal right now?" Neto asked. "I don't want to show up just to run into some fat hairy bobosos with lunch pails and orange vests."

"Yeah, and I aint getting cat called or wolf whistled at by any of those motherfuckers either," Chela added. "Nobody's trying to fuck you, gorda."

"Hey fuck you, pendejo! You're just mad cause I didn't fuck you when you hit on me."

"I was drunk, mija that's what it took. Beer goggles distort shit. They make you see what isn't there and then sober goggles also shows you what you thought was normal was really fucked up."

"Fuck you!" She growled. "Pajaro, don't be a fag," Neto said.

That seemingly hurt her feelings but Neto told her, "Hey plenty of vatos like bigger women," He said with a grin. "But you did say you don't want that. And they'll probably be gavachos so they don't like women with meat on their bone," Neto, being a bit more charming hugged Chela from the side kissing her cheek saying, "They aint macho enough to handle real women, que no?" She gave a smile indicating she felt endured. Though Neto was more of a casual type than relationship if there was one thing he had learned, despite what feminists like Mai said, hell even feminists like Mai the truth was even though it might be true women did want to be recognized for their brains and their ideas and personality more, still at their base they liked the compiments about beauty too. "Besides, we should be glad when they don't look at our hynas," Jose added.

"If I see any of these construction workers myself, I'm shooting them too," Stated Zorra. "Why?" Asked Neto. "What do you got against construction workers?"

"Are you kidding?" Licha asked chiming in. "They always keep me up."

"Hey..." Neto said. "Oso was working in steel before he got to Los Santos. And I've done some day labor myself. Rebuilt the city of New Arcadia. Somos Mexicanos. Y Salvadoran y Honduran. We aint supposed to hate construction workers."

"You should," Pajaro said. "Fuck you're a full blooded Mayan right? Aren't they tearing down your home in the Amazon?"

"Estúpido mestizo. That's loggers and yeah plus it's the Yucatan jungle where we're from. The Amazon is South America. Jersus, Pajaro you're fucking stupid, ese. Besides, yeah those are bad people and I used to hate all construction workers when I lived in Mexico and hadn't done any construction yet but when I got to America I found that shit more honorable than even what we're doing now."

"Rebuilding the homes of those people in New Arcadia? That's a thankless job,homes. They don't got any love for you. They might maybe thank whoever donated in other states buit do you think anybody in Loiusiana gives a single fuck about the bracheros like you they sent to go help? Did you ever get so much as a thank you?"

"No but I didn't do it for that. At the time...I was reminded of how many times I'd seen a hurricane fuck up Southern Mexico. I live in a tropical country too. If I did all that to get a thank you...would it be that selfless?"

"But it doesn't matter why you did it," Chimed in Zorra. "You still did them a favor. When are the New Arcadians going to send their day labororors down to where we come from and rebuild our cities? Better yet will they come out and put out the fires the next time a wildfire happens in the hlls or will they at least donate to earthquake relief?"

"We're San Andreans, Esa," Replied Pajaro. "Earthquakes don't faze us. And we always say that hurricanes are worse and over there they think earthquakes would be worse but that's only cause they've been used to hurricanes. Even if they've never been in a quake before there's no way they can think that an earthwuake is scarier down there. I won't believe them. Maybe a tornado in New Austin I get but a quake? Even an 8.0 earthquake."

"Yeah but we'tr overdue for the big one, homes..." Jose said. "We've been overdue for the big one for a long time," Scoffed Licha. "And those levas up north have expected Mt. Rainier to erupt."

"Hey, I'm just saying I don't want to be standing around when that happens and probably neither would New Arcadians," Replied Jose. "Shit, why would they be here? Those southerners look down on everybody that aint them, ese. I want to Georgia once. People thogught I didn't even speak English. Dumb asses," Replied Zorra.

"Anyway, i don't have anything against construction workkers if they're not destroying the envioroment. I mean technically we all are anyway just by living but there's a big difference between what you can't do anything about and cutting dow a forrest like a pendejo..." Neto said. "And I know how dangerous this job can be. And you're right. Oso's gente did build the Love Media Towers and the Rotterdam Bulding. Even if he was never a patriot just like I'm not to this country, you can still look up at that shit with pride knowing your people's labor put that there."

"Yeah well...not the Love Media towers anymore..." Reminded Pajaro. Licha added, "Yeah besides that was the 30's and I'm pretty sure even back then there weren't a bunch of people living all over where they were building that it at least had the decencu to be in downtown Algonquin. I don't know why I gotta get woken up at 7 AM just so some mall can get built."

"Natural disasters, fires, earthquakes, tornados, hurricanes, shit, is there any part of the earth that doesn't have some kind of natural disaster?"

"Africa..." Stated Pajaro with a grin. "I don't hear about earthquakes, tornados or hurricanes over there. We already kill a lot of their sons over here. Why don't we go over there and go clear out some diamond mines for ourselves? Shit, they're here on our tierras...why not? Share the wealth, que no? And if it's still the gavachos running that shit we'll jack them."

"You're sick, Pajaro. You need professional help," Nata told him. "I'm serious. You're not up for some blood diamonds?"

"Callete, wey. We're almost here..." Neto warned. They lightened their foorsteps until they could hear the voices. He made out some Mexican accents among those of African American."So...you want to not only be business partners but you want some of the contracts we would otherwise give our pre existing contacts?"

"Yeah. What's wrong with that? I mean don't get it twisted. I aint gonna personally carry them out but a lot of my hittas on the squad is hungry. Like K Low here. He got you if you ever need somebody retired."

"I see...and what about you? Will the cocaine be enough or will you require contracts from us?"

"I mean it doesn't make a difference to me, homie. I'm good with the yay. It doesn't have to be more complicated than that."

"The fuck you talking about, dog? You said we'd work together on this shit."

"Nah, Stone the agreement was that we'd both pony up the dough from our two neighborhoods and go half on it and then go our own way and split the profits. If you want contracts that's on you. i aint going in no country I aint never been to where I don't even speak the language."

Neto got closer and realized, Wait those aren't Davis Families. These assholes are from Strawberry. Only the Ballas there are from Davis. It made sense. The Davis Neighborhood Families were still beefing with the Ballas from Davis. Things had really flared up since 2013.

"No offense," The OG added. "None taken. You would stick out like a sore thumb I'm afraid in a lot of the country. Then again, it wouldn't matter that much. Murderers don't get caught nearly as much back home as up here."

Neto saw them finally. A sea of black faces and just a few brown ones. He recognized the two that mattered. El Murciélago who had been a a friend to him at one point and El Estupido, who was actually Madrazo's cousin. He held his right hand up and signalled for the rest of the Aztecas to open fire. Neto fired letting a barrage of rounds from the AK-74 strike a Baller in a purple and white Varsity jacket with dread locks and skinny blue jeans. The .7.62 rounds rattled his body and severed his spinal cord.

Jose let off twenty rounds and he hit two OCB members, the first, a dark skinned black male with dreadlocks wearing a dark purple hoody and baggy jeans with a tattoo on his neck that said Grove St. One of his rounds struck the man's tattoo and blew the flesh away. The second Baller, was a man with lighter skin than most of the Aztecas and he had gold colored eyes and a hairstyle that was almost a cross between dreadlocks and an Afro that was common with a lot of Mulattoes these days. Three rounds hit him in the top of the head taking a piece of scalp.

Neto spotted the OG. He recognized Stone and K Low. He wanted to try and get them but the two black men ducked to cover with the younger of the two returning fire with a Mac-10. "Fucking Ass Takers trying to serve us, blood!" Screamed K Low. "It's gotta be that mothafucka Santa Muerte! He's got it in for us! Get the fuck outta here, bitch!" Screamed the OG as he fired a 12 gauge in Neto's direction and did strike him in the chest which luckily had a vest on. "You already Overdose and you fucked up Leondre!"

"Fucked him up?! That's an understament. I may not have fucked him up the ass but make no mistake. I took his manhood!"

"Yeah I bet you would try and want to fuck a man to, you nasty bitch!" Screamed K Low letting off a barrage of rounds that barely missed him. He had several more Ballas with him. "Santa Muerte?! Hijo de puta!" Screamed El Estupido. "You said you weren't followed!" Screamed the cartel lieutenant. "W weren't followed by the fucking cops, cuz! Aint that good enough for yo ass?" Screamed a CGF member.

"Not if we've still got uninvited company, idiota!" Screamed El Murciélago. He had an MP5 as did El Estupido and they opened fire as did the four Madrazo bodyguards they had with them. "This has nothing to do with Leondre!" Screamed Neto. "You imported sugar and you're not even gonna give Papa Neto a fuckin slice of cake?! That's just RUDE, BITCH!"

He fired the 74 striking one of the Madrazo goons in the chest with five rounds, the stomach with six rounds and both legs with four more. Gata sprayed striking down two female OCB members in a sweeping burst of automatic rounds. Pajaro fired his weapon striking a burst of rounds into a 26 year old Baller with two tear drop tattoos under his right eye wearing an LS Panics jersey and a Boars hat on backwards and baggy blue jeans. Under the Panics jersey he had a burgandy t shirt on. The gang member's number logo on his jersey was turned red. Pajaro yelled, "You levas like wine colors for your pano? Body of Christ, motherfucker!" He clubbed a female Baller in the forehead with the butt of his Rifle and forced her mouth onto the man's open wound. "Drink up!" She whimpered upon doin gthis also in pain as she had taken a few rounds in the buttocks from Nata.

"Come on, you don't want to be a blasphemer do you?!" He screamed. "Are you a Christian or not?!" He screamed. "Yes..." He chuckled. "I knew it! Even when you're Families or Ballas chances are...well you're Baptist and I'm Catholic so maybe we differ a bit but didn't Jesus say that? Juan 6:56. Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood remains in me, and I in them."

She whimpered and he said, "Come on, bruja! Suck the poison out!" He screamed. "Pero quiero que se den cuenta de que la cabeza de cada hombre es Cristo, y la cabeza de la mujer es el hombre, y la cabeza de Cristo es Dios. Entiendo, puta? I want you to realize that the head of every man is Christ, and the head of the woman is man, and the head of Christ is God. So eat his flesh, bitch! Take a bite."

She did as he commanded and the already bleeding wounded gang member who was dying of bloodloss screamed in pain. She whimpered in disgust as her mouth was filled with blood. "Why are you complaining? A mouth full of blood is what every real man has when he earns his red wings!" She was in tears and he said, "Alright alright, you're done," With that he fired into the heads of both gang members finishing them off.

Chela spoke to him as she fired her Benelli striking down a female OCB member and she said, "Has pasado demasiado tiempo alrededor de Santa Muerte. Su personalidad comienza a contagiarse de ti."

(You've spent too much time around Santa Muerte. His personality is starting to rub off on you.)

The Salvadoran smiled at the Honduran. "No mames, esa. Siempre fui así. La influencia de Neto solo me ayudó a refinar la personalidad que siempre estuvo ahí. Mi mamá siempre decía que tenía al diablo dentro de mí."

(I was always that way. Neto's influence just helped me refine the personality that was always there. My mama always said had the devil in me.)

Zorra and Licha chopped down two Ballas as well and El Camello managed to strike down one of the Madrazo members guarding The Bat. He hit the cartel gang member in the left eye with a twenty three round burst.

Meanwhile, the Vagos were hitting the Families from behind. Listo hit four members of CGF with a barrage of twenty rounds watching the four green clad men fall. The CGF members returned fire, however and an MP5 wielding CGF member fired back striking and wounding Nando in his left leg. He fell back wounded and bleeding. "Fuck, homes..." Cried Nando returning fire striking a different CGF member, this one wore a black wife beater and baggy black jeans, a cross necklace and he wore no gang colors but had CGF tattoos up and down his forearms. He struck the man in the seventh rib with rounds and the gang member fell over, his 9mm firing as it went off as he lost control.

He fell over bleeding and cried out, "Fuck, we're sitting ducks out here, man...! We're getting shredded!"

The CGF OG was a dark skinned black male with a shaved head and a tattoo of the actual housing projects of Chamberlain on the back of his head. Neto was not sure if he was the shot caller or just a highly respected OG. He knew Gerald was locked down still making moves in the projects but it seemed that he was not home as much now since there had been attempts made on his life by the Vagos since his betrayal of Paul. Either way, he was going to die and shot caller or not a dead OG was still a blow to morale. "You want to know why we're really hitting you?! That BULLSHIT YOU PULLED IN RANCHO! THIS IS JUST THE START!"

Stone was hit in the side with two stray rounds from Nando as the angry cholo fired at them. Duque was also squeezing off rounds and shredded two more Ballas. "How are this many ball sacks in the tunnels?!" Screamed Angel as he unloaded cutting through two CGF members just so he could shoot at OCB members as well. He fired striking one in the back of the head with a third shot and watched with glee as the man's brain matter was decorated all over the wall. Duque fired his magazine off dropping two CGF females and one male plus another male from OCB. He reloaded intent on killing the other Ballas but before he could, he was struck by ten 7.62 rounds as Stone returned fire.

"I told you we should have brought that Russian motherfucker with us!" Screamed one of the OCB members as he fired back trying to hit Neto. "Yeah you lops aint much of shit without El Cucuy!" Neto shouted as he went for his shotgun letting off rounds from the AA-12 turning the man's thighs into hamburger. "¡Con esto muchos de ellos en las alcantarillas, esto significa que esto fue un gran problema para todos ellos!" Yelled El Camello as he shredded five CGF members with the remainder of his 50 round magazine before reloading in cover.

(With this many of them in the sewers this means this was a big deal for all of them! )

The Blaine County shotcaller then called out, "¡Tienen SUV! Eso explica el respaldo que tienen y cómo habrían podido salir de allí si apareciera la placa."

(They've got SUVs! That explains the backup they have and how they would have been able to get out of here if the placa showed up.)

Lokita fired her Assault Rifle in anger dropping two Ballas and two CGF members in her onslaught. "Carajo! We thought they wouldn't have brought their fuckin caruchas all the way in here so we left our cars outside on the street like dumb asses!"

"It was a mistake, mija, calma!" Neto yelled. "Anyone of us could have made it. But now that you mention it that does piss me off!" He fired striking what remained of the Madrazos down. He stood over The Bat and El Stupido. "We were once friends," He said to the former. "And it wouldn't be realistic to think everybody was behind what happened to me back in '12 even if every one of you is guilty by association. So for the sake of the friendship we once had, I'm going to let you live. You're going to get in that gas guzzler and fuck off. You barely escaped. You're going to take the corpses of at least one of these pendejos back to Martin. Maybe he lets you live maybe he doesn't. But one thing I can tell you is you won't if you stay..."

The fuck, Hurricane, you're giving him a pass?!" Cried Pajaro in disbelief. "What's to stop this Culichi motherfucker from coming back at us later, ese?"

"Because as much as I know you're right, I can be fair. I'm gonna need allies when we go after Madrazo. You know he's not loyal to you. If you want my advice you should try and shoot him when you see him but I know you won't. The better idea would be get out of town. Only don't go to Mexico he'll have his men there and if you do? Go to a state where the Madrazos aren't in charge. Probably should stay out of Zero controlled cities too."

"Neto...don't do this, hermano. It won't end well for you."

"It didn't begin well either. Now go. But El Stupidi is coming with me. He's my little fucking insurance policy. If worst comes to worst you can tell that marion, Martin that you had to leave or I'd kill his primo. I missed my window with Javier but I sure as shit have a chance to turn this asshole inside out!"

Following a barrage of rounds to the CGF member's stomach, chest, groin and both legs from Listo and Lokita as well as Troubles and and Nando and Angel and Duque, the OG from CGF was dead and he had dropped the briefcase full of money. Neto scooped it ip and put it inside one of the dark blue Cavalcade's that belonged to the Families. "Everybody get an SUV! We're taking their coke and money and leaving these sokas either for the ratas or puercos! Vamanos!"

He then knocked Madrazo's cousin unconscious and tied him up putting him in the back of the SUV. He called to Jose, "I need a favor. Call as many people from the varrio that aint here as possible and have them go pick up our carruchas. If they have to hotwire it, I don't care I'll cover any damage done. Just get the cars outta here we gotta get these SUV's topside and stowed away!" The Navajo youth nodded and got his Ifruit out.

Duque made the same call for homies from their neighborhood to get their rides. He managed to get the instructions to whoever was on the other line but whatever the person on the other line said was never heard. A round went through his left ear a 7.62 round from Stone as he returned fire. The round hit him in the left ear lobe tearing it but it also went inside his ear obstructing the ear drum. The cholo hit the ground bleeding and his cell phone clattered next to him. "Fuck! They got the homeboy!" Screamed Nando as he fired back striking Stne in the stomach but the OCB member was armored.

Nando was soon taken out as well as a CGF goon fired a .50 Desert Eagle which hit the gang member in the jaw blowing it apart and the round exited the top of his skull taking a huge chunk of his temporal lobe out. Listo's Rifle was fucked up as it had been hit by a few rounds from the OCB and so he was looking among the dead for a new one whuile in cover but Lokita and Troubles made sure the CGF punk who had done this did not escape. Lokita let him have twelve rounds in the abdomen and as the light skinned green clad gang member who wore a Corkers jersey, baggy blue jeans and a blue bandanna under a Feuds hat fell coughing up blood as he was barely able to lift his head to see who had shot him and Troubles also whipped her Uzis across in a sweep like a wild west girl. A total of twenty four rounds hit the CGF gang member. The rounds hit him from his feet to his shins his thighs, groid, waist stomach, chest neck and face. When they stopped shooting him his face was unrecognizable. "Cabron!" Screamed Lokita. "¡Eso fue para ti, Duque!" Screamed Troubles.

Listo took Duque's weapon since Nando was empty and he fired at K Low wounding the young OCB member hitting the man in the left foot while intending to try and knock him down. The gang member hobbled but got to cover. "Stone, what the fuck we gonna do, blood?! We sitting ducks out here, mane!"

"Shut up!" The light skinned OG ordered. "I'm trying to think of something!"

Angel had also sustained rounds at least one gunshot to the stomach and two in the left leg. Neto and the others took the SUV's that they could get and the briefcase full of money that was on the dead CGF OG was taken by the Vagos while the OCB suitcase was dropped by K Low as the wounded gang member was limping and trying to fire to cover his own escape. "K, get the money, fool don't leave that shit behind!" It was too late, however. Gata snatched it up and took it into the same SUV Neto had El Estupido in. He fired his magazine at her but she got into cover in the vehicle but fired her own Uzi's out at him through the open door striking the man in the hand that held his weapon. "FUCK!" He cried out.

Stone helped him walk but he growled, "Nigga I can't believe you dropped our motherfucking paper!" K Low groaned, "It was either that or die, man! The ese's too deep and this deal already fucked up..."

"Yeah maybe if your ass laid off that lean shit you'd be able to aim better."

"Fuck it, then Stone. Kill me then but do it when we're back in Davis...please..."

"I should smoke your ass too but I don't need to be short another soldier. It's down to me and you. Sugar's MIA and I don't think she's down for the set no more anyway. Shit is fucked up around here."

Meanwhile Neto and the others drove the SUV's out of the sewer. HHe pulled his up alongside Listo's window. "Sorry about Nando and Duque," Gata said to him. "I appreciate that, esa but I gotta get back to Rancho or I'm gonna lose another comarada."

Neto looked at the bald cholo and said, "So what are we thinking. You keep the Families money and their share of the white we get the OCB half of the loot?"

Listo nodded and said, "Si mon eh. Half a cake is better than none at all. We gotta get home and start baking."

Sunbelt

Hit The Streets Like A Madman

It had been a couple of weeks since he had moved into his new spot in Gulfton. Miguel was glad to be back in the old neighborhood. He had no reason to go back to New Arcadia and he wished Ernesto would hurry up and decide that Metra wasn't worth their time. New Austin was a powerhouse state. What was Loiusiana in terms of even making money? Even if they started an Onda chapter down there, it wouldn't be anywhere near the money they could make in New Austin.

He had heard of a problem that had been going on at the University Of Sunbelt. He would solve this one on his own without any help. It was time to grow up. He was not just some punk that needed his dad for everything. He would and could make his own way. He pulled up to the college and headed into a building walking up to one of the dorm rooms and knocked. A student of Peruvian ancestry with dark brown skin answered. He let Miguel in. "What's up, Manny?" He asked. "Nothing good, pata. You know me. I try to just stayu legit mostly and do my hustle thing on the side. Just for a little extra cash. I worked with some of my friends and you know I pay taxes to well..you guys...I need protection."

"Orale. That's why I'm here but who ripped you off?" Asked Miguel. "These BSU putos. I got all kinds of taste in music. So I associate with rockers. Sometimes I sell their chicas x. But the problem is there's been a few of those punks here at the University that go to the school. It's actually funny. Recuerdo cuando esos imbéciles tenían que ver con la sobriedad y no meterse con las drogas. Pero alguien les estaba enseñando a comenzar a tener más bolas. Solían estafar a otros traficantes y lo hacen ... No sé qué con las ganancias tal vez los vendieron, tal vez los destruyeron, pero ahora me sacaron a punta de pistola."

(I remember when those assholes were all about sobriety and not messing with drugs. But somebody was teaching them to start to have more balls. They used to just rip off other dealers and do...I don't know what with the profits maybe they sold them maybe they destroyed them but now they ripped me off at gunpoint.)

"So what happened?" Miguel asked the Peruano. "One day I'm out bringing party favors at a rush and suddenly I get a few guns in my back. I mean I got myself a gun so it doesn't happen again but I'm not you, man that's just for self defense. I can't just pop whoever I want especially over drug business."

"Orale. Where do these levas live? I'll pay them a visit. I'm strapped."

"They live off campus. In Weinstein. 5005 West. Shouldn't you have backup to go deal with them? They got guns. At least two pistols and a shotgun. They're also well respected by their boys in the BSU. They might be junkies themselves but they got balls in the organization. They've robbed Ballas before, Marabunta, even the Roman Boyz after they came into the city. They even caught a few Angels slipping in bathroom stalls before. At least that's what i hear..."

Miguel waited until it was dark and he began to drive a dark blue Peyote out to the upper class area which was located in South West Sunbelt. Weinstein was part of Sunbelt's main Jewish community. He wished they weren't here but there was't a lot they could do. He'd gotten his hands on the cuetes he could on such notice. He pulled up to the spot and climbed out with an M1 Grand. He knocked on the door.

Inside, were four white males, two white females and a Salvadoran American male with tattoos on his face plus a black male. The first male was 33 year old Lars Macallister a two time college dropout with at least one felony for assault. He was a man with dishwater blonde hair and a silver nose piercing. He wore a tank top black and gray in color advertising the band System Of A Downed. He had an ironic tattoo of straight edge even though two years ago he had been hauled in for possession. More ironically, he was doing a line of coke on the table. "Fuck!" He growled. "That's Peruvian pink for sure, brothers...dig in..."

The second BSU member was Mitchell Dewitt, a Jewish American with long brown hair and brown eyes. He was scrawny and could not fight to save his life but guns gave him a bit of courage. The next was Tyler "Crazy T" Smith, a white tall male of about six feet tall with Germanic features piercing blue eyes and curly brown hair. He was twenty four years old and had done some time inside where he had joined a certain prison gang that was allied with the BGA in one state and the AV in another. He had been BSU before that but his frequent drug use and th fact that he had gotten other BSU addicted to drugs got him banned by the chapter president. Still, he had killed in the name of their cause. A total of four men had fallen by his guns. He was by his own admission only a rookie in gunplay but he considered himself a fast learner.

He was still ppular due to his outgoing personality even among BSU members that were current. His mother had been a German immigrant who had migrated to America when there was still a Wes and East Berlin his mother coming from West, and his father was some obscure American guy he had only seen once a week growing up. The fourth BSU male was Craig Patterson, an overweight red head with curly hair, hairy forearms and green eyes. He was twenty two years of age and while other BSU members had resorted to cocaine or heroin breaking their straight edge pact, he was somebody who had mostly stuck with it with the exception of beers. He was a Scottish American with a mean temper and was still in good standing with the BSU though he hung with this group as well.

They considered themselves the "Tax Free" BSU which was seemingly strange considering that the BSU did not officially deal drugs and so there was nothing to tax but why they were called this was that they had encouraged dropouts fro various street gangs who due to their gang ties and criminal records being unable to find legit work, they encouraged them to steal drugs with them from dealers and keep their share of the profits for themselves. That was the appeal in the two non BSU members who were gang members. The African American, was Ralph Waterson, a twenty six year old Baller from the projects. To avoid a life sentence and a third strike when found with crack cocaine he had snitched on his OG and this had got him marked for death by his own hood.

Since joining the "Tax Free" BSU faction who were really just washouts and junkies who had learned from Marcus Roman and Lee Shen as far as being more violent but twisted their ideology and found a way to use drugs and deal drugs, he had robbed more people from his own neighborhood and other gangs., He had been shot a couple times in the process and had the scars to prove it but he was stikll breathing. He was slightly overweight standing six foot one and he wore a dark purple Panics jersey despite being a dropout he loved purple still and he wore baggy blue jeans and a red do-rag.

The Salvadoran was Ephraim Juarez. He was a member of Marabunta, twenty five years old but he had dropped out and not in a way that was acceptable to the gang. He was five nine and wiry and had dark brown skin and a shaved head. The two females were Shawna and Whitney.

Shawna was a brunette of twenty two years known by hood gangsters as a pawg for her ass. She had dark brown hair and brown eyes and usually wore a Sunbelt baseball cap on backwards. She wore a pair of black sweats and a pink tank top. She was known as a slut a groupie of the BSU. The rumor was not how many dudes she had fucked in the Sunbelt chapter but how many she hadn't. She along with Whitney had gone and set up men from various gangs from the Ballas to the Vagos to Marabunta. She had a thing for men of all kinds of races but because she was the type that didn't like to pick she often insisted on two different men of different races at once. She never let two men of the same race double up on her. The other was a slimmer brunette and she wore a blue blouse and white jeans.

Ralph was smoking a blunt and he passed it to Raul saying, "Hey somebody's at the door, mane! Better make sure it aint five oh..."

Just then, the door crashed open and Lars fell over with several rounds in the gut bleeding as an automatic was fired. Miguel came through the door with a teal bandanna over his face gun blazing. He struck Mitchell next as the Jewish American reached for his .380 but before he could he was met with four rounds in the chest and he fell back all over the coffee table. "Shit!" Screamed Raul getting to his 9mm and he fired at Miguel. Miguel took cover behind the stereo which was blasting The Here And Now by Madball.

The Chicano Onda member smacked Craig in the face as the redhead tried to come around with his Beretta to fire at him. Miguel got him in a headdlock as Raul, Ralph, and Tyler fired at him and the redhead was hit by eight rounds in the stomach. Miguel had ducked back into cover but came back up with the Rifle and emptied the thirty round magazine into Whitney striking her in the chest below her right breast and he hit Rault with three rounds in the throat. Miguel reloaded in cover as Ralph, who had taken two rounds in the arm fired his pistol like a madman. Miguel came up and he took four rounds in the chest but he had on a Kevlar vest. Miguel let a burst off into the face of the ex Baller. Three rounds obliterated his jaw bone and two more went into his left eye socket.

He aimed at Shawna who begged, "Wait, I'll suck you off...!" He growled, "Suck on this chorra, puta..." Before firing the M1 into her mouth at point blank blowing her brains out of the back of her skull as the rounds went through her mouth. He went to finish off Tyler last and the young man lay on the ground with rounds in his stomach. "Come on, man...what's this about? Are you Marabunta?"

"Chale, homes. La Onda. And you putos stepped on my turf. You shook down Manny that means you shook me down motherfucker!" Miguel noticed his tattoos on his stomach indicating his prison ties. "Oh. So you're with them, huh?"

"That was just a prison thing...but sometimes some old buddies of man...they provide me and my brothers with certain clients and product..they have us rip off their enemies as long as we leave them alone..."

"Where's your connect?" Demanded Miguel. "Your life depends on it."

"Fuck...alright...they stay in Summer Branch...818, West Davidson street...they've been sellingmajor weight even moved soe of it to the prison systems. You'll have to be careful...i heard they got .45's in their house to keep anybody from fucking with them...now please...let me go..." Miguel told him, "Alright put your hands on the stereo, vato..."

Tyler weakly did as he was told standing up. The song The Eliminator by Agnostic Front was playing. He fired striking the radio and sparks flew and electrocuted Tyler who screamed in agony as it did before falling and striking his head on the edge of the coffee table.

Miguel removed the can of red spray paint from his backpack he had brought with just to be on the safe side and cover his tracks. He spray painted a red swastika on the wall. With that, he also collected the drugs they had on the table that hadn't been gotten into. They had two kilos of heroin, which he knew they couldn't have gotten from Manny since he never moved that kind of weight, about a pound of meth, and three ounces of cocaine on the table that he had to assume was some of Manny's stash. Manny would get two of those ounces back and he would keep one for himself or at least the profits from one of them.

He also saw the cash that Ralph had been counting on the table and he took that too. The music had drowned out most of the gunshots but now the electrical sparks were still going so there was a possible electric fire about to start. Not a bad haul for rolling solo...He thught. I should do this more often. He didn't know that anybody in the BSU would mourn the deaths of these people since they were no longer members but the BSU didn't kill people who dropped out so the chances were, they would still be sad about it but the cops would investigate and somebody had to take the fall. Even if it was ambigous.

He got into the car and headed out of there getting on the freeway and he headed to North West Sunbelt where Summer Spring was. He pulled up to the spot. It was a white house with a dark red Admiral out front. Miguel kicked the door in emerging inside. He saw three white men with various white pride tattoos on their torsos one of them had track marks on his left arm. He wasted no time. He told them, "Get on your knees!" They did as he told them with their hands on their heads. "Where are the fucking .45's?" He demanded. "I'll be taking those too..."

He got a trash bag from the kitchen and loaded up a brick of heroin which was stashed under the sink. "There are no .45's..." The first man, a drugged out looking white boy with short brown hair and acne on his face muttered. Miguel realized that these men were felons and sure they may have had had access to guns and they had people stealing for them but the .45's had probably been a deterrent to rival drug dealers.

Little did they know, to somebody in Onda , that was reason to kick the door down. He was annoyed with this. In addition to his Rifle, Miguel had a 9mm on him and a a big long razor sharp serrated fishing knife with a finger grip plastic handle stabbed the one who had said this. The wounded man was on the floor squirming in his own blood stabbed through and through a small part of intestine portruding through a small hole in his abdomen. "Jesus...!" Cried the other two drug dealers. "No, it's just me..." Miguel said before plunging the blade into the throat of the next man and caused blood to spray like a geyser. Th other man tried to get up but Miguel stabbed him in tyhe back and was on him like a panther. The man fell over and Miguel stabbed him three more times. As he fell over coughing up blood on the rug, Miguel quickly plunged the blade into the back of his neck through his spinal cord.

He hadn't found the guns but he had taken what guns he had found at the BSU house. He left the area fleeing back to the barrio. He parked the car and then beckoned to two 17 year old pee wees to take the car and get rid of it. He went upstairs and showered and changed and then sat down to watch Republican Space Rangers and eat a bowl of cookies and cream ice cream. While doing so, he also evaulated the guns he now had in his small arsenal that he had got on his own since his independence.

Lady Casper and La Tortura sat next to him. They had several .22 and .38 caliber pistols, four .357's three 9mm's an AR-15, the M1 Miguel had used earlier today, a Universal Mini 14 Rifle with a pistol grip and a couple of 12 gauge sawed offs. Not exactly pea shooters. They had ammo for all of it too. He planned to use all of these on his he ever have to have a final showdown with Lee and Mark, he would use all of these. He was bound to get one of them or both of them or at least some of their homies. Nobody was invincable. He would also use these on all his enemies around Sunbelt. From the Ballas to the Families, the independent ward gangs, the Condados, the Spanish Lords, the bikers and the Aryans and whoever else wanted problems.

They could obviously get more and he knew a lot of their enemies had more but still it wasn't a bad amount of heat for getting it by himself and for keeping it around the apartm,ent if any putos tried to jack the,. If there ewas one lesson he had learned fighting in New Arcadia, it was that having more ammo than guns was important. He would not make that mistake again. For every gun he had he would make sure he had more than enough magazines. This stash of guns, while it would be something he planned to use on the streets and maintain control over the SW Sunbelt barrios, he also saw this stockpile as a good source o weaponry if he was ever cornered and had to make a last stand.

He had enrolled at the university himself and while he would not be handling the drugs directly, he would be taxing the motherfuckers that sling on campus. He would even get a job with the student body to appear legit.

Mai

She sighed unsure what the future held for her. Paul hated her now, Neto did too and Ivan...and she was still no closer to doing what she needed. She was stressed. She had to go see Lamar for now. A new job would take her mind off of the stress of the problems with Mark and Neto and the rest of them.

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That's it for this chapter guys. So I wanted to emphesize as far as this chapter goes I wanted to show more of Paul and Aila's relationship and a love scene and as far as the lollipop I wanted to show her being even freakier. Plus as far as mine and Zillas shared fetish goes, with Mark licking shower water off Alison's stomach, I wanted to have Paul give Aila a hickey with some seductive biting. And as far as the way she talked dirty to him about doing that borderline gay thing well it's not so much a matter of if Paul will do that or not it's just when your girl is that perverted and talks that dirty it's HOT.

And when i had her saying how she was disgusted with him or pretending to be i mean well the way men are with women me and zilla jokingly said life with women is a balance between wanting to take some of them out on a date and the rest putting their head on a stick i think with women it's a cross o being turned on by us and revolted by us. And sometimes it's both so i wanted to have her showing that while also still making it hot and I hope I did. The way i had her dressed is based on a receny picture i saw of Devery Jacobs the actress shes based on where shes wearing just panties and a midriff top.

I know it was overshadowed by the one between Paul and Aila but now Packie and Kiki have made the beast with two backs too and i can somewhat justify it being shorter because before that they did get drunk and vandalized Niko's car before hand. In any case maybe Packie and Kiki doesny make sense as a pairing and yeah Niko is more her style but at the same time since she has a thing for cons you can't tell me she probably wouldn't at least fuck Packie being a bad boy and all.

As for Neto going after Javier I wanted to have that be his attempt at killing him on US soil and he failed obviously so him doing that was to be thing that has Javier go into witness protection and plan to go to Liberty City like what if there was an attempt on his life first that made him leave LS? Anyway, it was also if nothing else a way to bring Vincent Windstorm back who hasn't been seen since the Canadian flashbacks several chapters ago and in 2013 time, not since Paul and Neto punishe that rapist who raped Dimples.

So I finally named Janaya as the Baller from Strawberry who is visually based on Carmen Hayes. And an extra shot to Leondre from beyond the grave he thought his bloodline would live on but it wasn't his baby.

As for Miguel's attack on the BSU members in Sunbelt it wasn't to spite Mark butr just as a way of establishing himself plus he attacked the three members of Deadman's inc i cant remember what thee parody name was so i didnt name drop it. The stabbing where the guy's intestines was hanging out is based n an actual murder where Boxer Enriquez, Lil Mo Ruiz and Jacko Padilla (Who seriously looks like a young Tuco) went into White Fence to shake down some drug dealers. Boxer had an M1 Grand, Jacko had a gauge and Lil Mo had a fishing knife and he just randomly stabbed one of the White Fence members because he was high off his ass. And whats funny is if i remember right I think Lil Mo was acually from White Fence himself while Boxer was from Arta but Boxer thought he had gone crazy stabbing a guy for no reason.

They were shaking down a lot of drug dealers in 1989 doing rips and runs like that and those White Fene memberds had lied about having .45's to keep them away and just like Miguel saw that as an invitation, that's exactly how it was with Boxer too. For those that don't know though White Fence is a fortress. The heart of it is 8th street and it's a project that is easy to defend and hard to attack. As far as the guns that I listed that Miguel has, those are the guns Boxer had while he was running the streets of LA like a madman. The two women Miguel killed that were BSU girls Shawna was visually based on pornstar Remy Lacroix while Whitney is visually based on Riley Reid.

So the hash scene I will continue where I left off but I just wanted to show the starting point of it and Cedric is visually based on Lance Reddik from The Wire and Oz. How do you see it going down when Chogan finds out what Herb is doing? And what do you think the Angels are going to do explosives wise what do you see them doing? MNext chapter what'll happen though is a shootout between the Angels and the Warriors and Yardies defending the Hotel.

As for the argument that Ivan and Janaya had with Stone, as far as the term bed wench for black women that date white men, that conversation was sort of not just Ivan speaking on behalf of himself or all whites but really all non blacks with regards to if black women want to date out i mean even zilla did say black women that date white guys got a certain sellout mentality to them and in a way that's sort of Ivan's rebuttal to it.

So summer branch is based on the Spring Branch neighborhood in Houston and Weinstein is based on Meyerland, Houston.

By the way before any of you review on the quality of the lemon I should tell you I got my friend in Jersey's opinion on that scene with Aila and the way she talked dirty with regards to an anal creampie and rimming and felching and he said "You need Jesus, bro" LOL thanks

Anyway that's all until next time