2014
Lamar approached G Note. She had recovered from her gunshot wounds but she hadn't been around the set. Lil King had been laying low for the rest of the previous year having stayed in the `165th neighborhood in Davis with Sway and H Bomb. "Hey what's up girl? You look good..." He said hugging her. "Thanks.." She said with a gentle smile. "Look, I gotta say something, aight? I need you to hear me..."
"What's up?" Lil King who was on crutches got a look from the FD OG. He grumbled, "Nigga, I'm the one on crutches and I gotta take a walk? Aint this a bitch? Damn and I was just starting to get respect from Stretch too and he went and got clapped...motherfucker..."
"Look...when you and Paul and King came and got me...I never got to say thank you..."
"Aww don't even trip you know that's what we do. You don't gotta thank me..."
"L, please let me finish...look...when ya'll got me I hugged Paul. I know you understood and all but I could tell that hurt you."
He shook his head. "You don't have to deny it. Look...I was all fucked up after that...with Rhino doing what he did to me...if one of my own homeboys could do that to me...I didn't think I could trust my own set anymore. i already hated fools from Carsom but that was just...I couldn't believe it. I mea I knew Lil King was young and too much of a BG to really be privvy to anything like that Rhino had in mind but...I just didn't know who i could trust you feel me? Like as much as I did for the hood it's like if niggas do me like that..."
"Girl, I'd never do that to you. Never! Besides...if i had known Rhino was tripping like that i'd have been booked his ass...I'm sorry you went through that. Look I thought it was cause you liked homeboy..."
"Paul? I did...butI heard about what he's up to in prison. I know that he's doing what he's got to in order to survive but...he's gone. That guy I liked."
"Hey he's gonna be fine. I'll talk to him when he get out. We'll straighten it all out. Let him know I aint have shit to do with what Stretch and G set him up on."
"When he get out? He aint getting out. He's looking at fifteen to life. By the time he get out you and me may not even be alive. He may not even..."
"Girl you worry too much. Come here..." He hugged her and she, trusting him lay her head on his chest. "Oh so you feeling me like that huh? What happened to Denise?"
"Don't get it twisted..she's sexy but that's the homeboy's auntie. I can't do it no more. Besides you know I been feeling you...always..."
She kissed him to his surprise and he kissed her back. "I feel you too but...can we take it slow?" Lamar was not the type for doing that but as he looked at how she was looking at him, he couldn't deny her anything. "Fo sho. We can go to the movies, dinner all that."
"That sounds dope...but for now I just want to be held..." He grinned. "No problem..."
Mai
She pulled up to the spot in the Beach. Cherry was there wearing a dark blue bandanna on her forehead and a green Soccer jersey and blue jeans. She was standing with a tall Samoan male with dark brown skin and wavy jet black hair. He stood about six three and was built like a fullback which made sense since they had the highest ratio of of people playing pro football last she heard. He wore aa dark green Feuds hat on backwards and a white t shirt under a dark blue Sinners jersey and blue jeans. With him was a Hawaiian girl with curly black hair and light brown skin
"Hey, Cherry what's up. We doing this?"
"Yeah we are but remember how Lamar said it was a four person job? Well this is Ulu and Mahana. They're with the Sons of Polynesia..."
"in my case that's daughter..." Corrected Mahana. "And you vouch for them?"
"They're legit. i swear. Their hood and ours even back each other up in the pen."
Ulu agreed. "For real. It's Family love and any homegirl of Cherry's a homegirl of mine."
Chery sighed. "They'll be at TV's funeral..you coming?"
Mai nodded. "Of course. Are all of you coming?"
They nodded.
2006
Paul was at the Six nations reserve. It was a decent enough day. Dad and mom were actually getting along. His dad was here for a poker game with some other guys from various rez's and there was even a couple of Cree guys at the table. "Dad, can I go play ball with Vince and Danyen?" The room they were in stunk of cigarette smoke. Harlan replied, "Where's the court?" Demanded the light brown skinned Mohawk. "It's just two blocks from here."
"Is it still on the rez?" He asked. Vincent as well as Danyen who were here with their own family for the Midwinter Festival up from the Akwe reserve that bordered Canada and the US but who all the same had been regular friends when Paul and his parents would visit rez's at different times of the year and he had played basketball with them. Plus they had their dads at the table.
There was three guys from this reserve, a Seneca, a Cayuga and a Oneida, plus Danyen and Vincent's dad's plus two Cree guys from the city that Paul didn't know.
"It's on the rez. Over on Palmer Street...sir..." Paul said. "Sure. Just get back here before dark. Who knows maybe if I clean up here I'll drop by and we can shoot some hoops... we gotta go fishing tomorrow anyway..."
He knew there was a 50/50 chance his father would but he doubted it today. Not during poker games. "Same for you..." Stated Danyen's father. "Back before dark. The rez cops will think you're up to no good and the RCMP...even worse. They think every skin around here is a gang banger."
"Which is bullshit..." The Oneida poker player stated. "No gangs around here..." Harlan told Paul, "But if the RCMP do show up, just tell them they got no fuckin authority around here. We'll sue their asses for discrimination."
They began to head out to the court. As they walked, Paul and Danyen made no mention of the incident before with the soda bottles. It was weird to both of them that their fathers could go back to being friends after that happened. "You gotta stick around for the Festival, K:or?" Asked Vincent. "Not sure. I hope so. I'd have to ask my Rakeni'ha. And mama."
"One of these days...I'm gonna be chief. You watch..." Vince said. "I'm gonna get rid of the alcohol, the crooked chiefs, abusive parents...everything, man. And after that I'm kicking the Kangaroo Court the fuck outta Canada..." Karakon:kie asked, "What's a kangaroo court? This ain Australia."
"It's just an expression. He's talking about the Crown's Royal court."
"Man, who cares about that? We're still in middle school. We should be chessing girls."
Vinc chuckled. "You wouldn't know what to do if you got one, dude."
"Not true. I've made out with several babes at school."
"You fuckin liar. Who?"
"Angie White Dove."
"Like I said. Horse shit," Vincent said. "Fuck you, jizz storm, I'll have more snags this year than you. This fall it's fuckin High School. All the bitches in High School..."
Paul spotted a Cree kid who was a bit on the shorter side dribbling a basketball and playing with a younger kid that looked similar to him. "Goddamn it, Joe, I told you to fill the ball up before we got here..." The ball was not all the way blown up. He was playing with a Mohawk girl Paul recognized. She was from the same rez he was and like him, had been forced to move off because of one of her parents outmarrying.
Her mother was a Mohawk woman of the Turtle Clan who had served in the Canadian military. She had met her father, an Afro Canadian there. They had gotten her mother pregnant when they were still both on duty. They'd both gotten a dishonorable discharge and had moved to live on the reserve. Due to the ban on interacial marriages, Kaia's parents not only had to move away with her but they had to split up.
The irony was Kaia did't really look black except that her hair was wavy unlike her mothers that was brown and straight. The irony was also that Kaia, despite being a half breed actually looked more Indigenous than her full blooded mother did who happened to be light brown.
It was like her father's melanin that was already there had added to her own but non of the features except that her nose was also slightly bigger than her mothers but other than that, she had reddish brown skin, black hair, almond shaped honey colored eyes, high cheek bones, medium sized lips that still looked good, and she was about 5'5. Her father had been tall and her mother short. In truth, her mother was probably more like 75 to 85% Native. Her father had been a Carribbean immigrant of some sort and possibly had a small amoun of Taino ancestry as well as European so this could have also explained how a mother that was 75% or so could mix out and have a daughter that looked more Native.
She and Paul had been childhood friends but she had moved here while Paul's had moved to a different rez. They normally only saw each other maybe once a year. Her hai was tied back in a ponytail and it looked curler than usual. She saw him and she walked up hugging. The two understood each other's pain even though both were mixed with something else. "I'orakote! I missed you!"
He hugged her back. He also looked to see a tall Onondaga youth of sixteen years. His name was Brandon Deer. He was the son of one of one of the Onondaga chiefs. He was light brown like Paul but more yellowish than the light red that Paul was. He had long dark brown hair and wore a black sweater and blue jeans. He was already six feet tall. Paul had played some basketball with him the few times he'd been on the rez but he could never beat him one on one.
Paul himself was 5'8 and he was told he'd only get taller by both parents but still he envied him. He had a bottle of firebird wine that he and Chogan were sharing. He nodded at Paul, "What's up?" One day, Brandon would grow to be six foot five and would be a center for the Teranto T Rex's but for now he was a rez youth troublemaker who happened to have a mean basketball game. Even he had no idea one day he would do the Six Nations proud.
Just then, a tribal police car showed up. A light brown skinned man with short hair and graying facial hair walked was a crooked Oneida police officer with the police. His name was Lucas Harrison. He was 75% Native but as far as most of the rez youth and many adults were concerned it may as well have been 0. He was with a white woman and had been married to one before and in neither instance had he had kids. Even still, he had prejudice towards half breeds despite it and he justified it by saying it wasn't selling out because he had't had kid with her.
With him was a white officer. He was tall white blonde haired men of primarily, French, English and Irish ancestry and one quarter Native. It was that bare minimum requirement that had gotten them enrolled even though they did not look Indigenous,. they'd pulled over Paul's father many times and had maced him in the past but Harlan had just told him once with a chuckle, "You get maced enough you develop a tolerance for it."
He had seen plenty of quarter bloods that could pass for half as the native genes were just that strong and had went on to marry full bloods resulting in babies that were 62% Indigenous but as it happen these guys had recessive genes that were dominant. They didn't even look a quarter. Or an eighth. Or a sixteenth. Though that minimum blood requirement was what got them their job, they seemed to forget that every time they pulled a First Nations man over on the rez. Officer Wilson hated to live on the reservation despite working there. He read Tom Clancy novels, drank hot tea year round and always fell asleep in the chair. At one A.M. every morning he woke up from his chair, brushed his teeth and then fell into bed. The years had rushed by him.
"Shit..." Brandon said tossing the wine bottle in the garbage. "It's the cops..."
"Shit, you're right..." Chogan said but he wasn't fast enough to ditch his.
He flashed a flashlight on them. "You two been drinking?" He demanded glaring at Chogan. "I've been drinking since I was five," The Cree youth said with attitude. "Kindegarten is hard on a young man."
"I'll pretend you didn't just say that..." Officer Wilson said. "And we'll pretend you're a real Indian..." Brandon shot back. Wilson grabbed Brandon by the collar and grinned in his face. "Better watch your mouth. Or I'll have to hurt those precious hands of yours. Wonder how you'd play ball after that?"
"He's a chief's son are you fucking kidding me?!" Cried Kaia. "He'd still kick your ass...at hoops," Paul stated.
"Shit,," Wilson sad. "Let' go for it right now! We can play one on one. Hell, let's make it two on two. I'll call up some buddies."
"Two of you aint gonna be enough," Boasted Brandon. "We'll take on six of you fake bastards. Ten by ten. Make it take it."
"No shit, enit?" Danyen chimed in. "How's that fucking treaty for you, officer?"
"You're on," Replied Harrison getting on is radio.
"Shit..." Danyen said to Paul as he had never played basketball on purpose. "What are you doing?"
"Don't worry about it," Paul told him. "Just give us the ball when you get it and stay out of the way."
Another officer who was about equal in size to Wilson, was William. They were both big white men. Certifiably one quarter Mohawk Indian, William had made the varsity basketball team in junior college. The next three were all big as well. These men were buddies of theirs that were in the RCMP. They had been at the crisis to suppress the Mohawk uprising in 1990. Phil was six foot one and had blonde hair so pale it almost looked white and he had gray eyes and a thick beard. He was known for profiling Mohawks and other Six nations off the rez and he barely if ever respected tribal jurisdiction when he was on tribal land. Next was Scott a man of French and English descent with sandy colored hair and a goatee of the same color and ice blue eyes and acne scars from years ago. He was six feet. Then there was Aristotle. He was the largest of them. He was six five and of Greek, Nordic, French and English ancestry. He honestly liked terrorizing just about anybody that wasn't a cop. Rez dogs made fun of his name however even when he had them handcuffed and would beat them.
"You take it out first..." Lucas said. Brandon shook his head. "You take it out. It's the only chance you're gonna get to touch it. The Oneida cop faked a pass to his right and passed left but Brandon stole the ball and dribbled downcourt for the slam.
Rez Dogs- 1
Tribal Police 0
"Lucky fuckers..." The Oneida cop growled and threw the ball back to Danyen. Paul cut behind Danyen took a handoff, shrugged off William and Wilson and launched a thirty foot jumper. "For Crazy Horse!" He called as he released the ball. It was now two to zero, rez dogs lead. "That's traveling..." Stated Harrison. "No way!" Paul said. "You can't make that call."
"I can make any call I want, half breed. I'm the police."
"Yeah, that's the only way you're gonna stop me. With a pistol..." Paul said with defiance in his green eyes that almost looked hazel in the darkening sky light. To his friends, he was more Indian that Lucas Harrison would ever be despite blood quantum.
Danyen squared off with the other five cops danced like a boxer, flicked a few harmless jabs at them and then sprained his wrists. Brandon shook his head. "Man you puny bastard you need to start working out if you're gonna play with the big boys..."
"Our ball..." Paul said.
This time, Kaia got the ball. She dribbled between her legs and then between William and Wilson who crashed into each other in their defensive effort. She then breezed past Phil, Scott and Aristotle and then jumped over the Oneida chief of police for the bucket. 3-0. Rez dogs lead.
"That shot was for every time one of you assholes wrote somebody a traffic ticket on the reservation!" She growled. "I mean how can you find some skin who doesn't even have enough money to feed his kids?!"
"Yeah!" Brandon said. "They wrote old Lester a ticket for failure to stop when there wasn't another car on the reservation even working at the time. He had to pawn one of his eagle feathers to pay that fine. Never got it back, either!"
"Fuck you both!" The police chief said. "Quit talking smack and play ball."
"Shit," Stated Brandon. "I should be writing you tickets for failing to stop me!"
Kaia made the mistake of passing the ball to Danyen who was the only on open, who dribbled it to his left, off his feet and right into the arms of Officer Wilson. Enraged by the turnover, Danyen stepped his game up and played tough defense by burping in the officer's face. This got a laugh out of Paul, Kaia, Chogan, Brandon, Vincent and Little Joe who was watching. The officer nearly threw up but instead drove his elbow into Danyen's nose causing it to bleed followed up by a nice pass to the Police Chief for an easy basket. The score was now 3-1.
"That was a foul," Paul declared as Danyen kicked and screamed on the ground while the tribal police and RCMP celebrated their first basket but he knew it was the same old story. "We didn't see anything..." Phil, Scott and Aristotle said in unison.
The police chief scored two jump shots over a seriously handicapped Danyen who protected his bloody nose with one hand. Officer Williams and Willson made baskets and Paul ran himself ragged trying to defend against them. The score was now 5-3. The cops had the lead. "Hey, Paul don't you sing petty good? I might want to hear a few verses of 'I Fought The Law and the Law Won' after this game."
"I don't know that one but i know how to sing 'I Shot the Sheriff' "
The chief threw the ball to Aristotle who missed a jumper but the chief followed the shot and put it back in."
It was now 6-3. "hat shot was for every time one of you drunk ass Indians told me I wasn't real," The chief said. "That was for every time you little fuckers think pissing your pants is a cermonial act."
Vincent made two beautiful moves and scored twice but he police answered with two bucket of their own. The game broke down into a real war after that. Hard fouls on drives to the hoop, moving screens, kidney punches. The cops targeted Danyen's nose and drove Paul into a basket support pole. "That's a foul!" Growled Brandon as he made a move on the chief.
"You goddamn pussy," Replied the chief. Wilson went to go and try him this time but Brandon held the ball in his arms and ran the tribal cop over. "First down!" Screamed Danyen. Wilson stood, touched his head where it hit the court and found blood. "That's assaulting an officer," He said. "Good for a year in tribal jail."
"This is a game..." Paul said with a shooting headache from hitting the pole and a busted lip. "It don't count."
"Everything counts," Replied the tribal police chief. The chief took the ball back from Brandon, passed it to Phil who passed it to Wilson and popped a jumper. "Game point shit heads," The chief declared. "You best be getting ready for jail."
"Fuck you!" Brandon said. He stole the ball, drove down the court and went in for a two handed, rattle-the-foundations, ratify-a-treaty, abolish-income-tax, close-the-uranium-mines monster dunk. "That was for every one of you Indians like you tribal cops," Stated Brandon.
"That was for all the India scouts that helped the US Cavalry. That was for Brantford, the Sullivan Expedition, Sand Creek, the Trail Of Tears, the Long Walk and Wounded Knee I and ii. That was for Leonard Peltier. And Gandhi. Hell, Malcolm X too!"
"And for Assata Shakur..." Breathed Kaia. "Yeah..." He agreed. "And for Jimi Hendrix.." Paul said. "Yeah, for Jimi..." Agreed Kaia.
"What about Jim Morrison?" Asked Wilson and William. White guys obsessed on Jim morrison. "You can have him..." Paul stated. "We'll take the ball."
Danyen took the pass from Paul, faked a pass back,dribbled once and threw up a prayer that banked in. It was the first and last basket of Danyen's basketball career.
Exausted, Paul took the ball out. His body ached. Once pain ha been a drug to him when playing basketball. He needed pain but then it just became pain. More weight on his body.
"It's over.." Lucas said. "You don't have anything left."
Aristotle,Phil and Scott surrounded Danyen to stop him from moving. Wilson and Williams and the chief guarded Paul. "Fuck you twice," He said.
He passed the ball to Chogan who had yet to score all game. The Cree felt the leather against his fingertips. "What the hell are you doing?" Asked Phil, the French Canadian eyeing him coldly. Chogan closed his eyes and drove to the basket and got around his defenders. He pulled up for a short jumper. The ball rotated beautifully into the ghetto hoop. Years later, he would swear that the ball had stopped in midair, just spun there like it was on a stick like the ball wanted to make sure everyone noticed its beauty. "That shot was in vain..." Danyen said.
"That shot was the greatest story I ever told..." Chogan said sounding poetic.
This time, Kaia went for it again. She flew. When they wee younger he had told Paul of how she had dreams of flying before. But there she was flying for real. Flying four feet above the basketball cout, she flew over the tribal cops, over the police chief. She switched the ball from right to left and back again. She closed her eyes. The shot went in. The ball was stolen however and the chief soon had his hands on it. Brandon stopped the drive forcing the chief down the middle of the court. "This is game point!" Yelled the chief. "We make it, we win!"
The chief dribbled once, twice, three times and lifted off the ground. Paul and Brandon and Vincent leapt with him, arms outstretched and watched as the ball floated just above their finger tips and watched still as the ball made its lazy way to the hoop."
2012
He was telling Dawn and Aila the story of how they'd taken on the tribal police but before he could finish, they all realized it was time for the assault on the Hotel they knew they had to look into some other alliances. The Storm Pose was pissed and none of the Warriors could blame them but now the Angels did have one more enemy. Ox had reached out to Shepard. As much as Chogan may have been an inexpierienced leader, Shep was not fond of people who were not First Nations.
He was resentful towards Caucasians, especially those of English descent, reflecting still existing tensions from the days of the Seven Year War and the Revolutionary War. The Cree hated English as much as Haudenosaunee hated the French. He was also distrustful of blacks, especially those that came from the United States or the Caribbean and as far as Asians went he didn't hate them but he didn't like them either. What's more, he also didn't trust half breeds either. He had been distrustful to Paul too.
But all the same, while he was here he had to listen to him. But while Shep didn't like Paul, he was at least fair. He always saw to it he was paid for his efforts. He just rarely talked to him much like a General didn't talk to grunts. "Ya know..." Shep said as he took a swig of whiskey. "You'd look Indian enough...if it weren't for those eyes..." Shep told him with a sneer. "I can't help that. It aint my fault I didn't ask for my parents to make me."
"Yeah but you killed your old man...and your mom's living...why not off em both? Maybe that would turn your eyes brown. Or at least hazel."
"Fuck you, Shep. I can always just leave..."
"You think you can take me, halffer?" He stood up. He wasn't taller per say but he was bulkier. "No..." Paul said. But he put his hand on his pistol. "But you're not putting hands on me either..."
"Jeez, you like killing rez dogs so much why didn't you become a cop?"
"You know most of my people accept me. And I've killed all kinds of people. So have you. For longer than I have."
Aila stuck up for him. "His dad was abusive. Even other Mohawks hated him. He was a drunk and he used to use heroin. He beat Mohawk women and white ones. White mom or not, he was honoring his mom and THAT is a Native custom. No matter what color one of your parents may be, by honoring both he honors our ancestors."
Shep sneered setting the bottle down. "Was I fuckin talking to you, little girl?"
Paul said, "Fuck this. I'm outta here. I don't have to listen to your bullshit. You tell me to be somewhere? I go there. I've done what you said. I've been slinging in the city. But I don't have to take shit. The Spanish Lords, they at least showed me respect."
"Then go join those Puerto Rican fags, then. They aint Indian either. They haven't been for over four hundred years. Hell, they're even more worthless than half breeds. They're tri racial. I laughed my ass off when I saw that bitch J Lo say he was 100% Puerto Rican."
"I know who I am. I don't have to prove shit to you. I got juice on my rez."
"Come back, man... Chogan said. "Shep, shut the fuck up!" Shep told him, "I understand you're stickin up for a friend so I'm gonna let that go. The next time, you're getting a black eye."
"If I stay are we gonna have a problem?"
"Nah. No problem. Long as you pull your weight. A lot of halfers don't. Indian Clique is full of Metis fuckers that probably suck Angel dick all day. So you better be ready to show the Red inside you..."
"That's all I've done since I got here. But one thing. You may hate half breeds but if it wasn't for full blooded Imarealas like you, we wouldn't exist."
"Hey, I never fucked a white bitch..." Replied Shep. "Maybe not you but many like you have."
Ray stuck up for him this time. "Hey! Listen the Cree in the States live there as guests on the Ojibwe rez. Paul's from a rez up here but while he's here, half breed or not, Cree or not, he's our guest. And brother. You just showed up at the fight with the Angels, Shep and yeah, you did help but Paul was there from the start."
"What are you even planning right now, bro?" Despite his racial views, he was still a pragmatist. "Gonna be meeting with the Chinese. Your associates in the Storm Posse said that the enemy of my enemy is a friend well...maybe their friend. But still, it wouldn't hurt to get somebody else on board with us for now. Somebody who can supply the higher grade smack we need to turn a serious profit."
"What Chinese, bro?"Asked Joe. "The Dragon Circle Boys," Replied Shep. "If nothing else, they're professional. Been in the western hemisphere since the 50's when Mao started purging intillectual these guys are smart but they're also ruthless. They've been willing to kill the Families and Ballas in their own city too."
"What are we seeing them for?" Asked Dawn. "I still got a little bit of money I saved up from the robbery before i went inside. So we're gonna see about a heroin deal. We're also going to see if they'd be interested in joining forces so that we can both take on the Dead Beats. If we were back in Winnipek it would be a piece of cake or att least even. Here, we're at a serious disadvantage. I've been hearing about what you did. I like what you did with them and the fireworks. But that shit in the projects with the Original's what are you stupid?! They're even more dug in than the Angels when it comes to the projects."
"What do you care? You got no love for them or the Somalian gangs that started," Chogan replied. "Even so, we're still starting off slow here. We can't rock the boat too much. Most of the crime in the 90's were done by the African gangs. We know these lands better but they know the projects better. The next time you decide to storm the projects, have a fucking plan! Better yet, don't do it. Right now, we can't afford problems with them on top of the Angels."
"You've been gone a long time, bro. Remember Ace? They shot him. Put him in the hospital. That had to be dealt with."
"Then you wait until they get more relaxed. You don't just go charging in. When I was your age, Cho, I was taking out RCMP. And I didn't get caught because I sat back watched and observed."
"Yeah? I heard you weren't so reserved when you left the city. I saw on the news. Some pimp got knocked out and actually talked to the cops about it cause neighboring rooms called the police. They described a BFI. Big fucking Indian and the john went missing. Now they're asking questions. You knocked a black pimp out that easily? I thought they were supposed to keep their pimp hand strong?" Aila replied. Ray chuckled. "No match for the repressed rage of the Red man, enit?"
"So how is that you laying low?" Aila asked with folded arms. The big Cree glared but then sat down. "What you have to understand..." He said in a lower tone. "Is that motherfucker and I were working together on a bank job. He rolled over on me and got a slap on the wrist and he stashed away some of his cut. I stashed away some of mine too but I had to do the time. Why should that asshole get away with that? So yeah...maybe I lost my cool..."
"They're actually looking for you, bro..." Dawn said pointing to the TV and it showed that he was on there and they were asking for any information on his wherabouts. "Goddamn it..." Chogan chuckled. "Dumb ass..." Shep said, "Hey! It was a momentary lapse in judgement. I lost my cool. Did you do any time in the big house, little bro? No? Then shut te fuck up. You wouldn't last one day inside. You're too damn small. Same with you, Joe. Can't believe I'm related to two midgets. There's supposed to be one runt of the litter not two."
"You can diss me all you want..." Chogan stated. "And yeah I didn't do time but what you just did could send you back. You just got out. What were you thinking?"
Paul said, "You know 60% of people end up going back inside within three years..."
"Shut up!" Shep growled. "I don't want to hear the fuckin statistics. I aint going back. No way in hell..." He calmed down after taking a few breaths.
He sighed. "Alright...if any RCMP tries to find me I'll kill em. But for this business, i'll send you in my place. I arranged this meetin with a guy i served time with. He hates the Dead Beats as much as we do. He's based out of the next province over but hes big time and like us, always looking to expand. There's plenty of markets in the Asian racketeering scene for a guy like him to set up and he's gonna want to as it is if he wants to stay in control of it so the Tamils and Punjabis and the Pakistanis don't take over."
"What do I tell him so he knows you sent me? You're my brother but like I said i'm young for a leader..." Chogan said. "Or is that lack of leadership skills to even ask?" Shep shook his head. "No, that's good leadership to ask when you don't know. You tell him I said I want my order with brown rice. Brown. Not white. Got it?"
"Sounds kinda racist..." Aila said. "It's not. He'll know what I mean."
They loaded up into the Rebel and began to head off again. As Paul, Aila and Dawn rode in the back, Dawn turned to Paul. "You never did tell us who won that game betweeen you and Chogan and the tribal police."
"Who do you think?" He asked. "Who do you think won the game?"
Neto
He spotted the Chinese American woman coming in through the door. They stared at each other. "Well well...it's not very easy someone gets the drop on me..."
Neto stared at her cold and hard standing up. He would not talk. He would only fight. He walked towards her. He wasted no time throwing a hard punch from his left hand striking her in the mouth. She followed up with a blow of her own hitting him with the back of her right hand. He grabbed her and body slammed her against the wall winding her. She got to her feet as he pulled a hunting knife from the sheath in his jacket. The glint of the knife shined in her eyes and he lunged for her. She gave him a kick to the stomach followed by a kick to his right rib cage winding the Mexican national. She followed up with a kick to the face as he hit the ground. She went for her Handgun in a side holster on her thigh. He used his foot to trip her and it fell to the floor. He got up tacking her from behind slamming her headfirst into the wall.
She drove a knee into his groin but felt something in the way of balls. He had a jock strap on. "Clever..." She observed. He hit her with a shot to the ribs and grabbed her legs pulling them apart almost as though he was pulling apart a wish bone. In Ana's mind, it caused some fear for what he might try, just for a moment because while he did notstrike her as the type, she knew every single human was capable of any attrocity male or female. It was willpower that determined what they would or would not do. He did not do anything of that nature, however it was just what he caught of her as she had kicked him. Hhe did follow up with a kick to her groin and he heard her cry out as his boot hit her there. He followed with a kick to her belly. She got her own knife out and slashed at him but he caught her arm using his shoulder to slam against her like a fullback. She hit the wall hard and lost her breath but she managed to get her hand back on the knife and lunged for his heart.
"You've become a thorn in the side for Marcus...you've caused him a lot of pain and I've been keeping him from going after you. But it looks like I'll have to be the one who takes care of you. You know, Mai tried to intercede on your behalf but you turned an ally into an enemy. What does that say about what kind of man you are?"
She was trying to goad him. To get him to respond verbally. If she got inside his head, she would have an edge. He stood there with a hand cocked out and he beckoned for her to come at him. She did, to his surprise. He had her down as more of both a defense attacker and a sneak attacker when it came to offense getting the drop people with a gun to the head or a knife to the throat. He went to punch her but she dropped sliding to the floor and she went between his legs.
He had to admit he was impressed but before he could do anything he felt her left foot him him in the back of his right leg and he dropped to one knee. She then kicked him in the back and as he hit the ground she dropped her knees into his back winding him. She got behind him with her gun to the back of his skull. She whispered, "Now do I have your cooperation to get out of this city and stay on the west coast or do I have to spank you some more? Mai can't protect you now."
He butted her face with the back of his head and followed up with a right elbow. Blood dripped from her lip. She kept trying to egg him on. It might have been working to a point but he was keeping it under control. She tried to fire the Handgun at his face but he grabbed it last second and it went off causing his ear to ring but he knew if his were then hers had to be as well. He punched her in the nose and she bled. She threw a right kick but his Maya martial arts instincts kicked in .He threw her aside. Her skirt slid up a bit and he saw her white panties. He averted his eyes just enough looking up at her. "You like what you see? You know...me and Mai were together...does that turn you...on?"
Pathetic. The bitch was trying to use her feminine charm to seduce him. Even if Neto was a rice king, he knew that as soon as he let his guard down that would be his ass. She lifted her skirt up just a bit and he sneered throwing his blade towards her crotch. Luckily for her, she saw it coming. The blade landed just in front of her between her thighs.
She threw it back at him and he ducked. He thought, just because you're considered the most desirable kind of woman on the planet, doesn't mean that'll work on me. I'm immune to yellow fever. She did a cart wheel kick knockin him back. He staggered and fell hitting his head on the wall and he saw a roundhouse coming his way as he tried to get up. It got him in the gut and winded him. He ducked under the next one and rolled to his feet as another kick came his way.
He caught her foot and he flung her to the ground. She was winded this time and he grabbed his knife and stabbed her but not where he intended which was her heart. He got her left shoulder as she was able to divert his stab but only just barely and he stabbed her in the shoulder with a sneer. She cried out in pain as the blade hit bone and he sneered with glee. Her right leg snapped up and caught him in the face knocking him off.
He spat blood as he got up. It was unsettling to her, he could tell, that he was so quiet. She was used to loud mouth Neto. But she was more deadly than Mark and he had to keep focus. He charged at her again but she flicked out a butterfly knife stabbing him in the stomach. She went to stab him again trying to push the bloody red blade back into his gut. He gritted his teeth exerting his strength over hers and he had butted her. The plate in his head hit her hard enough that a trickle of blood went down hers. He grabbed her and thew her through the glass balcony. She whimpered and he liked that.
She was injured. Vulnerable even. Her voice sounded like a bi sexual militant in that it was feminine yet trying to sound tough but Neto wasn't fooled. He'd seen the same thing with female soldiers who had been shot by cartel members. They might have been bad ass during the fight up until they got shot. Everybody feared death. Everybody but Neto. Death eluded him.
She grabbed her Glock 18 and fired having set it to fully autmatic. He dove for cover behind the couch of the hotel room and one round did graze him in the left leg another in the right elbow and yet another in the back but he had a vest on. While it was not a vest that covered his entire torso like he preferred this had been cheap and what he had time to get. Still, the bullets hurt. He grabbed a pillow as his only defense chucking it at her as she tried to come over the couch and shoot him in the head. He roared coming up and he lifted the couch up pinning it on top of her. Ana fell through the glass coffee table cutting her other shoulder up and the couch pinned her down.
She cried out at both the cuts and the weight of himself and the couch on her. He left it on her long enough to grab her pistol. He checked the magazine. One bullet left in the chamber. He grabbed a pillow intending to try and do this quietly though he doubted it mattered much anymore since she fired off over thirty rounds and they had made one hell of a commotion. Then again, he had noticed from watching her that she was the only person with a room on this floor.
She grabbed a glass shard and tried to jab his eye out. She missed as he grabbed her hand but she did manage to cut the skin under his eyebrow and he bled. He took the piece from her and ground it up in his hand and punched her hard in the face. The glass shard broke and a piece of it scratched her cornea in her right eye. She bled and he grinned a triumphant smile. She tried to take the glock from him but he fired a shot through the couch.
Though it did block some of the velocity. It struck her in the left cried out in pain and he pulled her out from under the couch. She had a broken rib on her right side. He took his knife back and he kept a hold of her throat. She struggled with him hitting him with the heel of her hand in the nose. Though he knew she was trying to push his nose up into his brain, she had done it wrong. While his nose did bleed, she hadn't struck the fatal blow. All it had done was piss him off. He punched her causing her eye to bleed more.
I doubt Marcus would love you after how you're going to look. I'd suggest he get a new girlfriend but he'll be joining you soon. So will that cherry head of his. I'll turn her into a REAL redhead. He threw her to the floor and she coughed up blood further. He got his knife in his hand and she tried to get to her butterfly but he sliced her across the stomach just above her belly and she cried out as the blade cut through the dark red cloth tearing a new red line in her light gold skin.
"Mark...won't let you get away with this..." She coughed. "He'll kill you and everybody you've ever loved."
He threw her against the wall hitting her head. As she slipped into consciousness, he made sure to signal to her in sign language. As an Onda member, he was fluent in it. He wasn't sure she was but he was more than 50% sure she knew. The last thing she saw before she slipped into unconsciusness was him signalling to her. You can't take what I don't have. Mai is lying. My son is dead. I love nothing and could see she understood, a mouth full of blood an she gave out an exhale as he passed out.
He went to finish her off when the door burst open. Four men, one a Caucasian man of Nordic descent standing at six foot six with blonde hair and brown eyes and blonde facial hair in a goatee, a Caucasian man of about five nine with curly brown hair blue eyes and a reddish brown beard, looking to be of Scottish American descent, an African American agent with light brown eyes and a shaved head standing at five ten and a man of Mexican American descent standing at five eight with jet black spiky hair and a mustache and dark brown skin as dark as Neto's came in all with guns drawn. Neto knew they were IAA. Luckily, he was also packing. He hadn't used his gun in the fight with Ana but now he would. He first threw her butterfly into the throat of the first man, and he came up with his Beretta drawn firing and striking the second man with a gunshot to the forehead. The next, he hit in the chin. The fourth, he stared down and growled, "Vendido..." Before firing three shots into his throat.
More IAA agents were went out to the balcony. He wished he had brought heavier artillery but he hadn't and what heavy artillery he did have was on the plane with Ivan who was still waiting for him so they could get to New Arcadia. He was not satisfied in believing he had killed her since he wasn't sure he had but he doubted they would be able to save her. If they did, oh well. Either way it would shaken Mark up. She had a busted rib, two cut up shoulders, a bloody cornea, a cracked open head, a slash across the belly and a bullet in her left thigh.
He hadn't checked to see if he hit her artery but he hoped he had. He jumped down from the balcony and caught the next one. He would do this until he got to the street level. As he got to the third balcony on the third floor, an IAA agent fired an MP5 down at him and he had to fling himself inside the balcony for cover and fire blindly around the side. He finally got to the street level.
He spotted Ivan who pulled up in a beige Bobcat. "The fuck are you doing here?! You were supposed to wait with the plane!" He said. The ex KGB agent and current Bravta member replied, "Pardo me for thinking you would need backup when trying to kill an IAA agent. I can see I was right! Get in!"
He hopped into the back of the truck and ducked down as the IAa agents fired upon them. "No, you're nTThot right!" Neto said. "I didn't nee backup but I do need the ride. Gracias..."
"You're actually thanking me? Pinch me I must be dreaming."
"Don't get too comfortable. When we're done with these fuckers you and I have old business to settle."
"That's fine. I hope you got your remember her husband belongs to me. It would only be right if either me or Vasily were to kill him and when the time comes, it's him I want by my side for that. Not you."
"Fine by me, homes. Get us to the plane so we can get the fuck outa dodge! I hate Carcer City."
Sunbelt
He got ready with Lady Casper and La Tortura. He was about to use one of the M1's while La Tortura was taking a Remington 870 and LC carried a Desert Eagle. They got into a gold Glendale that Lady Casper had stolen. "So these putos been ripping off your stashes, right?"
"Si mon..." La Tortura replied. "They shot my homeboy Junior and Casper's homegirl Paula. Tied up three others and made off with their yayo. They were expecting a kilo or two but all they found was two eighth's. They gotta get chopped down."
"So how do you know where they stay?" He asked. "One of the homeboys recognized the voices of one of them. This puto Rano. He was with our neighborhood before. Used to put in work on your cliqua, the Rifas, Mara Cucas, the mayates..." La Tortura stated. "But then some punk from BSU recruited him. I admit he did have a cocaine problem and he had a hard time getting clean..." She sighed. "I used to call him a flip flopping bitch but in a happy and pissed. Glad that he got clean but pissed that he got clean cause of them and he left us. It made me mad at myself that he didn't talk to me."
Lady Casper stated, "But he killed two of us...he's ripped us off before and we've suspected him of doing that before so I'm sure this isn't the first time he's turned his gun on a compa but this was the first time we know for sure. We can't put it off any longer. His number's up."
"Is it those tax free bitches?" Demanded the young Onda meber. "Yeah. The funny thing though is these guys are a lot like those lames in New Arcadia. They don't do drugs but they do sell them. So even in the tax free circle that's supposed to be different, it looks like they don't all disregard all the rules."
"Well, look I'm happy to help since we're all crashing together but if this isn't Onda business and there's not much profit in it except two eighths what do you need me for?"
"That was just what he took from us. They idn't know we'd already given most of our boys their stash already and that business was booming for us. Or maybe they did but they came too late. But the word on the streets is they didn't just rip us off. They ripped off the 52's for a shit load of crack cocaine," He knew they were talking about the 52 Orange Grove Families. Unlike most Orange Grove sets that had dropped the Families from their name including the original 52's outta South Central Los Santos shit was different in Sunbelt.
"And one of the Motorcycle MC's. Not sure which one I think my homeboy told me but we were smoking so I forgot which club. All I know is one of them put their Road Captain in a wheelchair with a double barreled sawed off. It doesn't matter point is they took what they had too so between all that we should at least get something worth our while plus put Rano under. And it also says we're not the only ones pissed at them."
Sunbelt University
A blunt was being passed around. The man passing the blunt was twenty three year old Riker "Blondie" Mouldoon, a blonde Caucasian male of about six feet who had half his head shaved and the other long with the combover look. He wore an American Nightmare t shirt advertising his favorite band. Originally from Waston, where he had been a BSU member he had moved to Sunbelt when a lot of jobs including those in the industry he had worked in got moved to Sunbelt. He had come out to the state resenting people from New Austin back in 2009 but he had ended up having his share of disagreements with their founder too. He was not expecting to find brothers here as well. Rumor had it that he had also barely survived that year as a certain crooked member of the Waston Police who had been working for Pinky Malone had cracked down on BSU members to show who was in charge. He had the scars on his back to prove it when he had been cuffed and had his hands stomped against his back until the cuffs cut his wrists and his back.
The man he passed it to was Leonard "Dutch Oven" Hallbrook, a Caucasian male with a shaved head and gray eyes standing at five nine. He wore a black t shirt and blue jeans. He was born in Sunbelt but was a runaway as he didn't want to be involved in church life. He had run away at the age of fifteen and had been homeless for years when the BSU found him. Next was Rano Gonzales. Heee was twenty three years old and had once been a hardcore membr of the South West Vagos. He had even done four years in county for them and had been a major drug user since sixteen when he had been put on. He had been brought into the BSU not so long ago by none other than Felix. Since they had taken shots at each other on the streets and had grown up in the sam neighborhood, Felix had helped him get clean. After that, there was no turning back.
He got jumped out but he had ended up betraying his old homeboys more by robbing them. They could never prove it but he had been there.
Next was Laurie Lang. She was a "Blasian" born of an Asian mother and a black father and all though her golden brown skin and slanted eyes were more of her mother's Catonese features, her measurements were 32B-25-34. She also had as many tattoos as a gang member or a biker. She was originally from San Fierro. She supposedly had some Irish and Cherokee in her background too but anybody who looked at her or family pictures saw only Asians and blacks so if it was in there it had to be very far in the distance.
She was rejectted by many Chinese and Chinese Americans for her mixed ancesry and because while she did speak Cantanese, it was not her first language. She had an on again and off again fling with Lee in the past. In a way, however, she had started to love him but for their own reasons, it didn't work out. She had attempted to teach him to speak it however and while she was pretty sure he was not from the part of China that spoke Cantonese, with them both being Asian outcasts considered not Asian enouh for their own but also different among white and black circles, they had bonded. And he felt like he was actually getting in touch with his Chinese heritage even if it was not his direct heritage, it was still a part of the collective heritage. He had forgotten a lot of words so what she had done was when they would hang out and had nothing better to do, was made flashcards for him. She wondered if he still had them.
She had dated mostly black men in the Bay Area where she was from. She had sex with Asian men and enjoyed it just as much but despite society's stereotypes of who was more promiscous and disloyal, the Asian men she had dated had only wanted sex and never wanted to take her home to meet their parents. The black men had on the other hand dated her for real but she had to break it off when she moved to Sunbelt for college. She had liked black men and Mexican American men but one disconnect cculturally she had to her black side wa that she didn't like rap. She loved R&B and old school blues but her real passion was hardcore punk and that was what drove her to the BSU. Her favorite bands were Bad Religion, Black Flag, Suicidal Tendencies, MOD, and Dead Kennedy's but she loved going to new shows and discovering new music.
She had a nose piercing and both nipples pierced. Lee had loved them despite her breasts being smaller in size he had not minded. The reason things didn't work out with them despite confessing feelings for each other was location. He wanted her to come to New Arcadia and she couldn' just pick up and leave college even if she was doing illeagal things on the side including the same things they were up to. And she had wanted him to move to New Austin but he had loved his hometown too much and had too many obligations there. They had promised should their paths cross again, they might try again but they'd had to break it off.
He was one of the few guys out here she'd had feelings for and he had opened up to her many times.
Lastly of the BSU members was an African American named Moses "Mo" Daniels. He was six foot one and had dark skin and hair that looked like a mix of an Afro and dreadlocks. He was twenty four and he was an ex Baller. Like Rano, he had been a junkie but his drug of choice had been crack cocaine. He had ended up leaving the gang back in 2011 when he almost died in a gunfight with one of the Sunbelt Roman Boyz. Him and his set had ran them off the corner but he had almost died that night. He also lost ninety perent of his vision in his right eye when his own set were supposed to jump him out. They were planning on just killing him but Marcus Roman had seen it and helped him. Mark had paid for his hospital bill after he had asked why they were beating him, and he had said he wanted out. Who did something like that? Pay for a complete stranger? Mark would later introduce him to the BSU despite Mo's preferece for rap and R&B. He introduced him to metal, punk and classic rock and proved that the music BSU listened to was not a 'white' thing it was a musical thing.
Mark had even showed him old rock and roll books teaching him that African Americans played a huge part of Rock & Roll's foundation. It was not a white thing or a black thing or a chicano thing. It was music period. So while Mo ended up being the only BSU member in the room that liked rap besides Rano, he still liked the new music he was exposed missed having conversations with the brother and while others inside their inner circle the drug free wing of the tax free circle, held resentment towards Mark for leaving, he understood it even if he wished he'd stuck around. They'd even had a conversation before Mark had left where he told him there was plety of fish in the sea and that he should be the one running shit.
He hated Ryan and Tasha now too and had suggested Mark just shot them and buried them in the desert somewhere. They had enough enemies to pin the blame on somebody else. But Mark despite being from a city in many ways worse than Sunbelt homicide wise, was not that ruthless. And the last thing he had said to Mo was that maybe he hadn't changed at all if he still had the mind to suggest that. That maybe he was still a gang banger after all.
Now, none of them were drug users except for marijuana. "Hey you think we're hypocrites for smoking this shit?" Asked Leonard. "I mean we aint snorting or shooting up like the other brothers fucking up in our circle but...doesn't this violate the straight edge pledge?"
"You know what? We are living Straight Edge. They say no drugs. This aint a drug. It's natural. Scott Parker can go fuck himself with his self rightous bullshit. He betrayed his own cause. Now he's some Vinewood sellout douche trying to do a producing debut. Fuck him. You know, we were part of the militia once too. And you ask me, Roman, Shen, all them were true brothers more than that fucker ever was. But even they were the biggest pussy hounds I ever saw. Part of Straight Edge is also no promiscious sex too. So they traded in on their values for just one thing. They understood. Sex is a need. And the Art Of War...that says that killing is as natural as the need to procreate."
"Hey, you're preaching to the choir..." Laurie stated. "But they're gone now. Tasha fucked it all up. So did Ryan," She hated them both for it and at one time had considered them both friends but Mark had also been a friend. And Laurie had in the early days, had sex with Mark as well. She didn't know if Lee knew that and it was only three times but she wasn't sure he'd want to know that even if he had known it. Truthfully, she'd always had a fantasy of getting doubled teamed by the two of them. It was nasty and she had never shared it with even Lee or anybody else but it was her fantasy. Part of her deal being Blasian was that while some Asians despite judging her for being mixed, had felt that when she had dated black men she was disgracing her own and she might have heeded that sentimet had more Bay Area Asians accepted her but her attitude ended up being that she was both so she had a right to fuck whoever.
It was true that she was seen as somewhat of a slut who would fuck anybody but there were people she wouldn't do. She didn't like men with blonde hair. She wasn't really into white guys unless they were brown haired and brown eyed and of the Medditerenean type. She loved sex but she would settle down for the right guy. She resented Tasha and Ryan not only for what they did to drive Mark away and break up the old crew but also because in her wanting Lee to stay with her, it would have happened if it wasn't for those two selfish assholes. She had no desire to ever talk to Tasha again. Whenever she was in the same room she gave her the silent treatment.
"I used to love Scott..." Stated Blondie. "I always will. I don't agree with the things I've heard about him. Shaking down a band member for 5 g's just on the rumor he was a skinhead. I mean if he was a skinhead then extorting him for five g's in order to not have the BSU fuck him up is a punk move. Any true BSU would have just gave a skinhead, vocalist or not a boot party. That's another reason I'm glad to be out of Waston. A lot of the brothers out there are fucking hypocrites still kissing that guy's ass. Just because you founded something doesn't mean you're always going to be true to it and it doesn't mean you're allowed to shit all over the principals of it too. Now he's helpng some douche bag try and do research on some biker show spinoff for some Ese biker show. Sons Of Chaos spinoff. Those guys are based on the Huns that prick forget we've ripped them off before too? That bikers are just as bad as skinheads and gang bangers?"
"I actually want to see that show..." Stated Rano. "Not for him i just wanna see it cause Sons of Chaos's ending was gay as fuck and I want to see what happens to some of the other characters I liked, homes..." Laurie shook her head. "Fuck him..." She said. "And fuck Ryan and Tasha! I wish Lee and Mark were here. I heard they visited that cunt not too long ago. They could have at least come by and said hi."
"Yeah, well, they're not coming back. The Militia is done. They don't realize they got more in common with us still than they ever will with Ryan and Tasha. All those idiots that got killed gave the tax free circle a bad name too. I heard they might come back to the fold but i'm not holding my breath. And I'm never leaving Sunbelt."
"You know something Blondie? To me you're a real Brother. And if I'm being honest, you're an honorary southerner too but...just like guys like us wouldn't be accepted back in Waston with the way things are now well outside of this group of course you'll still be seen as a Yankee. I don't see it that way but that's just how people are. But Ryan, Tasha, Mark, Lee, all them can fuckin blow me."
"Don't talk about Lee that way..." Began Laurie.
"Yeah well you're an atheist from New Austin that didn't want to be a church boy I'm a freaking Catholic in a mostly Baptist part of the country. Who's the bigger outcast?"
"I'd say it's about even..." The southern BSU member said with a smirk but it then faded. "Fuck them..." Stated Dutch Oven. "They were my brothers. And they left us. I can understand the hurt of a broken heart but that's no reason to abandon all your brothers and sisters. I got nothing to say to them. Except go fuck yourself."
"You know I heard he aint with them but I wonder how Felix is..." Said Rano after blowing smoke. The truth was, all though Felix was his homeboy, even as he joined the Sunbelt chapter, Rano had told Felix he never liked Victor. Victor had thought it was just street bravado his mentality towards Puerto Ricans especially since he had fought many in gunfights but Felix had always defended him. But he'd heard he ended up being right about Victor regarding every disagreement they'd had. He'd tried to spout the same bullshit about how Mayans and Aztecs didnt exist anymore to Rano too and they'd fought over it when he called them Puerco Ricans. Rich Pigs was what it really meant. He'd won that fight with Victor but Victor said he would have if Felix hadn't broken it up. Rano ever got along with Miller better. While in his old neighborhood and old ways he would have had a problem, at least Miller knew who he was and where he was from.
Blondie then said, "Enough about the past..." He was their designated leader. "We gonna address the elephant in the room? We pulled some heavy shit. There weren't supposed to be bodies..."
"I told them not to move, man...I didn't want to pull the trigger..." Rano said. "Neither did I..." Dutch Oven stated. "But we did what we had to, bro. If it was us on the ground with a gun in our back your old homies wouldn't have given us even half the consideration of a warning. The same is true for Mo. Poor bastard lost an eye..."
"Hey I can still shoot, motherfucker..." The ex Baller stated.
There was a knock at the door and Blondie let the Marabunta member in. His name was Triste and he was Salvadoran. He had face tattoos and had in fact had sex with the deceased BSU members. They had started off not on good terms with him since it had happened but he wanted out of the gang and had been trying to make ammends by telling them where Marabunta stash houses around Sunbelt were. He'd even gotten to have sex with Laurie once because she wanted to try a "Latin man and Rano only liked women of his own raza. This was of course over two weeks ago as after that as of two weeks ago she and Mo had started dating.
He also had a love of the same kind of music as they did. "This isn't a good time, Triste..." Stated Laurie. "Come on, mija...you guys said if I gave you the stashhouses you would let me in..."
"We said MAYBE..." Stated Dutch Oven. "You've shown some loyalty but not enough. You really want to make it a sure thing? Next time we rip a Mara stash house you come with."
Mo agreed. "For real. Rano did his old crew like that and I did that just to get back at the niggas that fucked my eye up. So now it's your turn to show what you're made of..."
Just then, the door burst open and three people, a male and two women came through. The male had a dark blue bandanna over his face and a teal one over his forehead. The first female wore a yellow bandanna over her head and a teal over her face. She had on a black crop top and white khakis but the top was under a brown and yellow plaid jacket with only the top buttons buttoned. The third wore a yellow and silver baseball cap on plus a light blue bandanna over her face. For a top she wore a white wife beater and a black jacket on over it plus black jeans.
Before any of them could do anything, Blondie took a round in the chest from the woman with the Desert Eagle in the baseball cap. Mo went for his .45 but he was met with five rounds in the chest from the man with the Rifle. As he crumpled back to the couch, he was grabbed by the Chicano male. On the TV, an episode of Republican Space Rangers was playing. He fired another round and electricity sparked from it. He wasted no time and threw Mo headfirst into it and laughed with glee as electricity finished him off and he laughed at how his legs and arms kicked as he was zapped. "You should be happy!" He bellowed. "Most people that got electrocution in this state got the chair but you got the TV!"
Dutch Oven retrieved his .357 and he fired it into Miguel's chest. "You son of a whore! You fuckin killed Mo!" Miguel's vest protected him from the shot however the southerner was aiming at him for another shot and he couldn't get the Rifle aimed at him in time. In a sudden burst of sound with a deafening blast, Dutch Oven's brains exploded all over Miguel as the Remingtn was put to the back of his head. The entire left sid of his face was obliterated.
Laurie screamed in fear and despair as she grabbed her Glock 45 firing at them from her hallway as she tried to retreat. A few pellets hit her left shin and she cried out ducking in cover into her room. The Marabunta member was next. Miguel saw that he had been hit by a round from LC in the shoulder and he was bleeding but Miguel lifted him up. He pushed him against the window. "You fuckin malinche. Sticking your dick in that juera bitch? Affiliating with the Bullshitters? You're a lame. Even for a Cuca..." He threw him out the window and heard the Salvadoran scream as he hit the street below.
Rano tried to get to where Laurie was but was hit in the back by Lady Casper. He crawled on the floor and the two removed their bandannas. "Why'd you have to betray us, Rano? We fuckin loved you, man. You were our carnal..."
He coughed blood. "D...don't you ever get sick of this shit...? You two used occasionally...but you didn't have a problem like I did...I had to stop...or it was gonna kill me..."
"And now we have to do you in..." Replied La Tortura with sadness in her voice. "I respected your choice to walk away but Junior's blood is on your hands and nothing you say can change that," Lady Casper said, "We aren't killing him. This puto killed himself..." With that she fired another round from her Desert Eagle into the back of his head and the shotgun also blasted into his back until his spine showed.
"Get outta my house!" Screamed Laurie. Miguel grabbed the wounded Blondie as he was going into shock. He used him as a human shield and she came out from cover firing and hit him with two rounds in the stomach. She cried out in horror seeing she had just shot her own friend who was still barely alive. He fell to the ground and Miguel tackled her disarming her with drove a knee into her stomach. She fell over gasping and he clubbbed her in the face with his Rifle. Just then he noticed a picture by the bed of herself and an Asian male. His hair was a bit longer in it but he recognized him. He demanded, "How the fuck do you know this maricon?!"
She cried out, "Fuck you!" He asked, "Do you want to live? I swear I won't kill you if you tell me..."
"We were...together...kind of..." He chuckled. "Together, kind of huh? Well that must have been some kind of if you're taking pictures in a photo booth and keeping it by your bed side."
"So which one of those fuckers was your new boyfriend huh?" She spat on him and he hit her with the Rifle and her nose bled. She sobbed. "Me an Moses...the one you threw into the TV...we were dating for two weeks...and you know that Marabunta guy with the face tattoos? You hate him cause he fucked those BSU junkies, right? Well guess what? He was one of the people that helped us with stashes. And he fucked me too...before me and Mo started seeing each other. He said he'd tell me where a stashhouse was if I'd fuck him. And he loved it..." She said licking her lips. "And I loved it...he spoke Spanish in my ear and he bit it...I can see why your Latinas get mad when you step out on them. Que rico...he taught me how to say that..." She said with a grin. Lady Casper hit her over the head with the Desert Eagle. "Shut up, bitch!" She turned to Miguel. "Can we hurry up and kill this bitch here?"
"Wait..." He said. He picked up her diary. "Wow. This is one sick bitch, mija listen to this. 'I love Lee but sometimes a woman wants to know what it feels like to have two cocks inside her. My daddy would kill me for talking like this so would mom but if there's two people I'd ever try it with it'd be Lee and Marcus. After all boys get threeways all the time so why not? The only question is which one I'd let in my pussy first and which one in my ass first. Lee's had both and Mark's only been in my pussy. I like the taste of both of them. While Mark's is bigger and I love that darker contrast with mine looking like a third ward thug just...ravishing me, Lee is uncut and I love uncut cocks. He's much easier to jerk off and suck off and it was always a lot of fun watching him squirm when I did it. Mark was best in doggy while Lee was best lifting me up. The thought of either gets me wet'" Miguel chuckled. "You're a classy girl you know that?"
"FUCK YOU! YOU CHOLO PIECE OF SHIT! YOU'RE FROM RANO'S GANG AREN'T YOU?!" He turned a few pages. "Oh shit, this is funny. "Casper check this out. 'The other day the song me and Lee used to listen to in bed came on and I started to cry. I start to wonder if he still remembers it and if somewhere he still thinks about us. Or does he avoid the song like I've been trying to because it hurts too much? I know it's senseless because we're not together and tatting somebody's name on you is one way to doom a relationship. I always told myself I'd never tat anybody on my skin except dead friends, relatives and kids but I'm not sure if I'll ever get to have any or if I'd even be a good mom. But in any case I cherish what time we had together. He actually understood the feeling of being rejected and alone by those that should accept you and yet wanting to reach out and reconnect with a part of yourself even though you've never been overseas. I think if he and I ever went to San Fierro we'd have shown all the haters and nay sayers what's what. Still, I hold out hope I'll see him again but I'm not that fortunate. I almost wish we both could have told our respctive friends that their squabbles can't drive us apart. 'I've been with many men and he's had a lot of women so I'm not stupid enough to think I was his first love but he was mine'"
Miguel chuckled. "Well isn't that poetic..." He could see in her eyes she was raging mad. He had been reading it in a mock feminine voice to try and sound like her. "You know, I think Lee is going to see you again. But the tragedy is, you're never gonna see him again..." He turned to the two cholas with a sadistic grin. "Help me get the bitch in the car. We're taking a trip to New Arcadia."
Before they did, Lady Casper held up the two eighths of cocaine. There was also the re-up supply of crack and a kilo of china white heroin. "I wonder which one of them put the biker in a chair for this?" Asked the SW Vaga. Laurie growled, "That was Dutch you haven't seen nothing yet. Lee is gonna fuck you..." Miguel gagged her with the top bandanna he had been wearing. As Miguel and Lady Casper took Laurie to the car, La Tortura sprayed cleaner everywhere they had touched. She then noticed that Blondie was still alive just barely. "You know, I hear that BSU's like giving boot parties as much as the skinheads they fight..." She proceeded to stomp on the back of his head. She wasn't sure he was even feeling it as he had lost so much blood and he was dripping it from his lips and his eyes were rolling back into his head. She didn't care. She stomped gis face again and again and again until he was so swollen broken and bloody that he was unrecognizable. She then sprayed him down with the cleaner too and chuckled as the white cleaner foamed in his bloody face wounds making him look more fucked up. She had lived up to her barrio placa. She was a torturer.
Outside not too many people thought much of or even heard the noise since there was a major party going on and a lot of people were wasted. Three drunk frat boys spotted the body of the dead Marabunta member from a distance thinking he was just a drunk who had passed out and were making their way over to him. They didn't notice the three masked gang members getting into a car with an Asian woman and taking off. If they had, they would have been able to tell the police something. As it stands, they were the closest ones who would have seen anything as far as suspects but they instead made their way to the bloodied Central American corpse.
Three Days Later
It was a cold night in New Arcadia. Lee was resting up in the clubhouse was was Jimmy. They hadn't said much about what was done. They were still sore and bitter over it all. Just then, they heard a crash and Link ran outside grabbing a pistol. He found a wounded Asian female laying there bleeding. On her shirt was the writing of Lee in her shirt. There was a diary on her as well. Link carried her inside. She was Asian and rather beautiful but she was badly wounded. Her eyes had been gouged out and her lips were wired shut. Link cut them off and she whimpered. She was deaf as well as whoever had done this had fired off guns again and again next to both ears. She also had her tongue cut out and all of her fingers so that she would be unable to even use sign language if she knew it.
There was a note intended for Lee. it read, You laughed once while Loka cried. You told her she shouldn't even be alive. Now I get to laugh while you cry. If you read the diary you'll find she had a pretty disturbing fantasy about you and your butt buddy Mark. Of course, now that she's here you could always help her fufill it. Granted she won't see you and she won't be much good at giving head without a tongue but maybe she can be like a whorish Helen Keller and tell who you are by the way your dick size is and how it feels. Now you know what it feels like to see somebody you care about turned to a burden. You have a few choices. You can take her to the hospital and then take care of her but she'll never see you again. You'll see her but she'll never see you. Or you can put her out of her misery. Or you can go ahead and fufill her fantasy. At least she's still got all her holes!
Lee was so enraged he felt lightheaded. "We have to get her to a hospital!" Link cried out.
That's all for this chapter I wanted to show more but i swear the next chapter will be longer I just need to get my computer fixed typing shit on an android is a pain in the ass. Anyway, so that ball game between Paul and the tribal police and RCMP is based on a scene from the book Reservation Blues.
As for Kaia she is visually based on Yadira Guevara Pip but her story as far as the character basis is based on an actual Mohawk chick who was mixed with black and was on the ther end of the spectrum of the ban on IR marriage at the Kahnawake reserve since usually it's white and Native couples that get banned since thats usually who it is. As for Brandon I am undecided but Lucas is visually based on Graham Greene and personality wise somewhat off his character in Longmire.
As for the scene with Miguel brutalizing Laurie that was sort of as retaliation towards Lee and Mark to a degree for what was done to Loka. I leave her fate up to Zilla.
As for who won the basketball game it didn't say in the book so neither will i it just said who do you think so I leave it up to you the reader.
All though i have only started to show the mission Shep was having them go on it will continue next chapter as will the chapter with Mai and Ulu and Mahana who are two SOS characters. I don't have a visual basis for Ulu other than many Samoan men look like that but Mahana is visually based on Nicole Sherzinger from pussycat dolls. This is basically the start of them doig lowrider missions for Lamar.
And the next chapter with Paul he will be doing that deal with the Triads for Shep. The Dragon Circle is based on the Big Circle Gang in Canada.
The fight between Neto an Ana was both based on Krauser vs Ada in RE 4 in that krauser is normally a shit talker but when he fights her after Leon "Kills him" he's silent as he tries to kill her but also as far as brute strength he's based on Mr X vs Ada in RE 2. The reason I had Ana do somewhat seductive gestures to Neto is that she is a femme fatal it's not at all anything beyond that it's not that she's serious she just used what feminine charms usually works on enemies and neto was impervious to it plus in that fight betwen Ada and Krauser she said that a nice big thing you got there but i dont like guys who play rough so Ada is a flirt even to enemies so to speak. Plus while it wouldn't apply to Neto personally, there is an aspect to Ana than Zilla has revealed to me about her that he hasn't to the rest of you.
I know Mark is going to blow a gasket and so will Lee. In addition to their plans of revenge for it whatever it may be down the line i also suspect there will be flashbacks and Lee and Jimmy will probably discuss what their opinion is on the drug free wing of the tax free's and probably they would i imagine know that the group was mad at them for leaving and actually agreed with them about tasha and ryan. If you want her to just die of her injuries after a time you can too it doesn't matter to me.
Anyway im holding off on updatin again iuntil Zilla does. Next chapter, Neto and Ivan go to New Arcadia, Mai starts her lowrider jobs, Paul does his flashback Red Warrior jobs but also we'll see what he's up to in 2015 and of course Packie.
Till next time