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.

67. Dancing With The Devil

2014

Ivan

Roach had three men dressed in street gang attire with him. The first was a Chinese man wearing a white bandanna under a San Fierro 69ers cap. He also wore a black t shirt and a silver chain and had yellowish brown skin and slanted eyes his hair was spiky and black and he wore baggy black jeans and carried a Mac-10. The next was a man wearing a white t shirt and baggy blue jeans and he had a shaved head and light brown skin his eyes were black as death and he had a tear drop tattoo on his ight cheek. He carried an AK-47. The last of the three was a taller Asian, about six feet tall of Northern Chinese descent carrying an FN Scar. They were members of the Hmong gang, the Brothers Of Doom.

The three men with Sun Kang were more business dressed the first, a Chinese man wearing a silver suit with a gray tie and gray slacks and light golden skin carrying an MP5 and wearing sunglasses standing at 5'8 was with the Dragon Circle Triad. The next was a man of about 5'10 carrying an AN-94 and he wore a black sports jacket over a black floral shirt and black slacks and gray loafers. The next Triad wore a black leather jacket over a black dress shirt and gray slacks and black loafers. HE carried a Spas 12.

Roach counted the money Buddha handed over and Monster sampled the smack. "Shit...this is quality, dog. Where'd you get this? Afghanistan?"

"It's from Vietnam. That's all you need to know," Stated Sun Kang. He turned to Roach. "Are we good? Because I don't like my time wasted. And I don't make deals like these if there's not at least 100 grand to be made from it..."

He then looked at Iva.n. "Now...I've met all of you. But who the hell is this gweilo?"

"Ivan Azarov."

"No...that's not your name..." The Triad said rather quickly. "What? What are you talking about?"

"I've heard that name. Tongs back east...guys from Liberty City talked about you. Your name is Baba Yaga.

"Semenatics my friend..."

"Friend? That remains to be seen. But the last time I heard anything about you, you were in Hove Beach working with those assholes, Dmitri Rascalov and Mikhail Faustin...and even that Jew bastard Kenny Petrovic. You're not one of them are you?"

"What?"

"I mean you're a Cosack, right? A regular Russian."

"Yes. Except for which way I leaned politically in the last days of the USSR. Many considered me a traitor for this. So no I am not the same as Petrovic. In fact I thinly you knew that. We have been at war with them for a few years and a lot of lives have been lost. Why don't I ask you something my friend? Why do you charge this for 16,000 a kilo? Isn't cocaine in this state fourteen a key?"

"Are you kidding me? Man, you must really not have been out here lon or if you have you haven' learned much.. This is China white. And whatever you think smack is supposed to be here, doesn't apply. We're talking 88% purity. I'm practically GIVING it away because to tell you the truth this shit is worth almost eight times as much with all this together. This aint that black tar Mexican shit and it aint cocaine. They almost never have their stuff even close to pure.. We're talking maybe 35% purity at most with them. This is why the cartels are starting to switch to China White. They know their shit is inferior. But really a man like you I'd expect to know that. Maybe doing hits is more your thing. I mean you were in Liberty City. This shit is nothing to guys like us but out here you gotta charge more."

Ivan smiled. "If you're such an expert, Mr. Kang then you would know China White is not heroin. It's LIKE heroin but it is not heroin. It's more addictive than cocaine and morphine combined. It's fentynal."

The Chinese gangster smiled. "I'll be damned. Maybe you know you chemistry after all."

"That still doesn't tell me why you want to sell this for cheap."

"Because it was either that ot keep sitting on it back in Teranto and that's not an option and I already had the police trying to bust my couriers and try to find out where my stash was. I needed this to change hands and in the end, I'm still getting a cut anyway. This is worth 1.2 million in street value but I'm not about to have that much money me at a time. A man trying to get rich in this business has to be patient. This is chess, not checkers."

"I'm not so concerned with getting rich. More with surviving. Long enough to finish the business I have in this country."

"Spoken like a true communist! Well if you ever decide that you don't want to live in a place that's entirely capitalist like this country but if the taste of Communism from the 90's doesn't sit well with you either you can always look for that happy medium between capitalism and socialism. I should know. Like you, I come from a Commie land. Only difference is your guy was all about urban workers rights and my guy was all about farmer communism. But I'm telling you. Canada is a nice happy medium, comrade. Even has lots of snow."

Ivan turned to Buddha. "Then the better question is how were you able to afford this much? Even for a drug buy for a gang of this size $320,000 is a lot of money."

"We pooled our resources, bro. And thats still chump change compared to what we stand to make grinding together on this one. It's gonna be such a huge pay off that it doesn't even matter that it's getting split three ways. We'll still make out with more than we had. We're selling this shit for every penny it's worth on the streets. I don't even care if the scraps try and buy it off us. Their money is still green and if they want to give us the funds we need to get a leg up in our war with them just cause they want to make a quick buck themselves who am I to stop them?"

"We're all good here, ya'll..." Stated Roach. They exchange items. Roach turned to Monster and TJ. "Hey homies you gotta come up north more often see your cousin man we can get it in."

"Fo sho my nigga...you know it..." Monster stated. Just then, the rattle of Machine Gun fire filled the air. A gangster holding an Uzi with a red bandanna wapped around it squeezed off at one of the BOD members striking the gang members in the heart but from the back. The gangster wore a Cineza State University Football jersey, the Hounds. These were members of the gang Los Podencos. They had once been North Siders, and considered themselves Rifas loyal to Nuestra Syndicato but in 1985, they had split off from them and now beefed with south side gangs like the Vagos as well as the Rifas. They had even changed their number for their gang from 14 to 16 for Podencos.

There were several of them in positions of cover and they cut one of Sun Kang's men, the man in gray, to pieces as well. "¡Renuncia a la chiva, puto! ¡Estás en la perrera ahora!"

(Give up the chiva, puto! You're in the doghouse now!)

A Cineza 16 gangster sprayed his AK-47 hitting the already wounded Dragon Circle Triad with more lead as he fell dead against a black Glendale. "Give up the shit, motherfuckers!" Screamed another. Ivan got to cover behind the van. Roach took two rounds in the right shoulder from an Uzi dropping the bricks that they were loading into the van. They'd already put five in. His men coverd him, however, shooting the gangster that had shot him unloading ten rounds from the Mac-10 into the Chicano gangster. "The cock hounds are hitting us!" Screamed Roach as he returned fire with the only thing he could hold, a Glock 17, striking another Cineza banger in the chest with four rounds while six more missed entirely as he fired blindly from cover. TJ fired both pistols as well and saw that he had hit one of the gangsters before he got to cover but didn't see how badly.

Ivan fired his AK-74 striking a cholo in the face with six rounds taking off the right half of his face. "Two faced asshole!" He yelled. Sly chuckled as he fired his Calico and dropped three Cineza gangsters as they ran to cover. "I see what you did there..."

Monster was causing havoc as he unloaded the Storm on the Chicano gangsters trying to surround them. "I had plenty of target practice hunting your scrap cousins down in Cypress Flats, bitch!"

"Perro, fuck you and a scrapa! This is puro Cineza Podenco aqui!"

"Psychos forever!" Howled Mikayla as she sprayed her Rifle of the same type as Ivan dropping four Chicanos, the first, a Chicano who was overweight carrying two Uzis wearing a dark red t shirt and black khakis with a buzz cut and a gold chain around his necklace. She hit him with sixteen rounds in the gut, the next, a gangster in his early 20's with a handle bar mustache and slicked back jet black hair and a skinny frame in a red and white plaid button up shirt and black baggy jeans caught three in the face.

The next to go down was a female with Cineza tatted on her stomach wearing a dark red crop top and blue jeans and wore a teal bandana around her dark brown hair. She was hit in her tattoo and fell over crying and bleeding and her homie ran over her trying to get to cover as he fired his M-16 back at Mikayla. He did manage to hit her in the right arm with one round but it was just a graze and he tripped over his homegirl and the South East Asian gangster finished him with twenty rounds from his pubic bone to his throat.

Win and Jada sprayed at two SUV's one a teal Baller the other a maroon Cavalcade and they both nailed four gangsters each. Buddha hammered down two more Cineza gangsters with the CF-05. Roach's homie with the Mac-10 lurched forward, falling with eleven rounds in his back and four in his right rib cage as a Cineza banger picked him off with an M4A1 fifty yards away. "BOD, bitch?!" Screamed a Cineza chola with a dark red and black plaid button up with just the top buttoned wearing a black midriff top and brown khakis and jet black hair with a teal bandanna tied around her head and two tear drop tats on her left cheek. She had light brown skin and small breasts but a rather large ass. She stood 5'2 but she was deadly with the AK-107 she was unloading. "More like B-O-D-I-ES-!"

She had two cholos with her and Ivan managed to pick off one with a headshot to the face nailing him in the right eyeball and Roach fired two rounds at the other and tried to get her but was woozy from blood loss. Roach's homie with the FN fired striking the cholo on her left but before he could shoot her, she was already lighting him up hitting him in the stomach and she aimed for Ivan next striking him in the chest and aimed for his head next forcing the Bravta hitman to have to duck back to cover. "Fucking bitch! You just signed your own death warrant!" Screamed Ivan.

"Fuck you, too, puto! Nobody asked you!" She then aimed at Roach and fired but his dying homie saw this and tackled him taking multiple rounds in the back yet shielding his OG with his own body and the two fell. One round did manage to get through and hit Roach in the lower left leg but he was shielded from most of the damage. Ivan had run dry and didn't have time to reload so he fired his Makarov blindly from cover striking the female at least once but he didn't see where but she retreated to cover.

Ivan peeked out from cover to see that all of Sun Kang's men had been killed too though they had fought bravely, they were outmanned and outgunned. Sun Kang ran to cover firing his 9mm in one hand and had the briefcase of money in the other when a few rounds hit the handle and lack of the briefcase and the money spilled out into the street. He took a round in the left shoulder from the back that exited out of the front. He fell over but Win and Jada raked their weapons across the lot to get to him and helped the Chinese gangster to his feet. "The fucking money..." He cried out.

"It aint worth getting blown away for!" Win told him. "They killed my men...can nothing go right for me...?"

The Cineza gang bangers began to snatch up the money taking as many of the wads of cash as they could and ran back to their vehicles with it. "You fucking ghetto pieces of shit!" Screamed Sun Kang. Ivan had reloaded by this time and was picking off as many of them as he could. He dropped two in a row but the rest ran to cover behind their vehicles and a few also grabbed the keys of China White. "Those fuckers got our shit!" Screamed Buddha. He emptied his weapon into two more gangsters carrying money and got blood all over the bills. The cars split up so that it would be impossible to chase all of them down. They heard sirens. "Fuck, we gotta go! We gotta get the fuck up outta here!" Screamed Mikayla as she ran empty. Sly and Monster carried a wounded Cineza Hound gang member back to the van. The gangster had passed out.

"Fuck dude...! This is such bullshit..." Buddha growled. Sly and Monster proceeded to beat the wounded Cineza 16 gang member punching and kicking him. "Where the fuck you guys taking our shit?!" Demanded Sly punching him the mouth. The gangster spit up blood on him as he had two gunshot wounds to the stomach. The Asian drew his fist back to hit him again but Buddha stopped him. "Where you from, dog? What set? Eastside Podencos, Westside, what set are you from?"

He turned to the female Psychos. "Check this motherfucker's tattoos..." Roach punched the gang member in the face too. "You Puppies are always starting shit but you forget who goes hardest in the C-town, bitch! It's all about BOD. We fuck people up on the west side, the Midwest and the east coast. And you bitches are a non factor outside this city, homie. You what, six thousand deep in the entire state? BOD's REAL and we get it in. Just like our brothers in the Psychos..."

"You levas aint shit...and I aint telling you shit..."

"He's from Westside..." Stated Mikayla observing a tattoo on his back. "Yeah that's right puta...puro Oeste, bitch. Fuck you gonna do about it? You wanna gobble mi chorra or what? i know these little boys in this car aint giving you what you need. How'd you like to see a real chorra? One that isn't too small for the smallest condom? One that doesn't belong inside a diaper?"

"I'm gonna put some hot ones in this motherfuckers face..." Growled Monster aiming his Handgun at his head. Sly stopped him. "Nah, fuck that, homie. Why don't you see if your little cousin's got heart? We already know Roach is a real man but it's time to se if TJ deserves the honor of being one of us. So how about it TJ? Are you a man? Or are you a little faggot too scared to pull a trigger?"

"I saw him shoot people back there," Ivan stated. "Hey nobody was talking to you, bitch!" Screamed Monster. "These motherfuckers shot Roach and he's family. You aint. And it aint important if you saw shit. You aint a Psycho. What matters is if I seen it. Or if Buddha saw it. Or Roach. Any of you see it?"

The men shook their heads. "What about you, Mikayla? Win? Jada? You see that shit?"

"I was too busy worrying about my own ass. Sorry..." Jada said. "I mean I didn't see it but I wasn't looking..." Mikayla said next.

" I believe him but I didn't see it. Sorry..." Stated Win. "There see?" Monster stated. "Your word doesn't mean shit, fool. You want to prove you aint a pussy? Ice this Puppy right here."

TJ stared into the gangster's eyes. The gangster stared back. "Your primo...is soft like tits...maybe it runs in the family...?"

Monster put his own Assault Rifle on TJ. "Fuck that. I don't tolerate cowards in my family. You either do this shit little cousin or I'ma blast your ass right here and tell the fam the opps did it."

"I'm not going to let that happen!" Ivan growled pulling over. "Goddamn it we don't have time for this bullshit!" Screamed Sun Kang in pain. Just then the police sirens were behind them and Ivan had to floor it again. He told Budda, "You better take the wheel, man! I'll help you hold off the cops."

He fired out of the open door at the Cineza Police Department cruisers behind them. "Fuck! We gotta get back to my hood and lay low...or we can go to the Psychos hood in North Cineza...I don't care which, dog!"

"We're not going anywhere until we shake these fucking cops!" Screamed Ivan. As he sped up, taking a turn up East Sycamore Lane. The Cineza gang member smacked his head on the side of the van. "There's too many fucking people back there!" Screamed Ivan. "These pigs are on our asses and this thing is slower because of all the weight back there!" Monster, his black hair matted and messy against his gray bandanna put his weapon back to TJ's face. "Like I said. You kill him Or I kill you."

"We're cousins, Mon...what are you doing?" Asked the Hmong youth with fear in his eyes. Ivan realized that not only was this kid in way over his head and probably had the worst cousin yet, he was really more of a nerd than anything else. He was no true gang banger. He was just down for survival but outside of that had no gang banging aspirations. And yet whether or not he would live another 24 would depend on what he did next. Ivan vowed, "Monster, if you kill him, I WILL kill you."

"Then my homies will blast your ass, too! i'll tell Markovich your punk ass didn't make it. And you'll never find out what we know about your homie!"

"What's your beef?" Asked Jada. "I don't agree with what Monster's doing..." She pushed the barrel away from TJ 's head but Monster shoved her away anyway and put it right back. "But you did say we got dead weight..."

"Then one of you throw this fucker out!" Screamed Baba Yaga. "You don't need the kid to do it."

"We don't fucking have time for this!" Screamed Win and Mikayla as they sprayed out of the window at the police as did Sly each of them taking out a cop car as they aimed for the drivers. Win hit a CPD officer, a Chicano male with strong Indigenous features, most likely part Miwok, in the throat and his car swerved and crashed.

Buddha finally stopped Monster. "All right look, i won't let Ivan shoot you but I will ice you if you ice TJ. I don't trust a motherfucker that kills his own flesh and blood. So you get that gun outta TJ's face or I swear to Christ i'll throw you from this van. Maybe you break your neck, maybe you end up a cripple or maybe you end up in custody. We'd leave that shit to chance."

"Why you on my ass? This pussy is the problem!" Screamed Monster. "You and me are homies we go way back, Buh, why you tripping on me?!"

"Cause if you'd pull some shit like that on your own family, what's to stop you from doing it to me some day?"

Mikayla said, "Hey, Monster I got love for you and we do need an extra shooter..." She said as she reloaded. "But..." She smacked him with her weapon knocking him out cold. "TJ, you don't gotta do anything you don't want to. I understand..."

TJ, in tears looked down at the wounded Cineza gangster who was howling with laughter and hysteria. "This chavalito is a pussy, homes! So are the rest of you Toilet Papers! My carnales made out like bandits with your weight and you're running from the cops!"

TJ finally pulled the trigger twice. One round hit the man in the collar bone on the right side, the other hit him in the throat. His blood spattered all over the Hmong youth's face. The cholo choked as he bled out. "He fuckin did it..." Exclaimed Roach. "Jesus Christ you people are unprofessional!" Screamed Sun Kang. "I fucking miss Teranto!"

"Man FUCK YOU THEN!" Screamed Sly. "Go eat some malple syrup pancakes and watch a gay ass hockey game then! This is Maim Andreas, bitch!"

"Do you know what a guy like you would have happen to him...? Talking to a Dai Dai Lo that way?"

Buddha finally switched seats while Sly held the steering wheel long enough fo them to do it. Ivan climbed back into the back and began firing at the officers who were firing upon the van. Several rounds lit up the inside of the van bouncing around and they luckily did not hit anybody but it was deafening as shit. "Come on!" Screamed Ivan. "You have wives and kids! You don't want them to get a flag for this!" He fired at the front tires of a police car driven by a black male with dark skin and brown eyes yet his hair was sun kissed and blondish and a white female partner with reddish brown hair and blue eyes who was firing at them out the window.

The car swerved and crashed into a parked green 2001 Albany.

Ivan took ten shots in the chest, however and three narrowly missed his face as he ducked back into the vehicle. They were also trying to shoot out their tires. Ivan grabbed the dying Cineza Hound gang member and threw his heavy body out the door. The body hit a patrol car with a Caucasian male officer with curly red hair and violet eyes and a female blonde Caucasian passenger. The body impact smashed onto the hood and smashed in their windshield causing the driver to panic veering into traffic turning right as Buddha kept them straight at the intersection.

This also caused three more patrol cars to crash. Despite the warning of the sirens and the gunshots, people had been going through traffic and the truth was, this had all happened too fast for the cops to set up road blocks or barricades. They had a chopper on them too and Ivan knew their protocol. He fired twenty rounds towards it and it began to fly away from their path. "What the fuck was that, homie?" Asked Sly.

"When choppers are fired on, they have to ground. They can't afford to have the pilot hit and crash that would be one of the worst case scenarios for landing in a civilian area."

"Fuck, man! I wish i would have known that! I had the ghetto bird chasing me for joy riding back when I was seventeen. If I'd have known that I would have busted a few rounds at them!" Yelled Buddha. "Well don't get too cocky yet, kids! They're probably going to send N.O.O.S.E. after us now with a Sniper on board."

The wounded Sun Kang stated, "i got another idea...a third option...the Blood Feather Tong...they have some...street guys down here...they're in Northern Cineza too. I know a guy who can get us set up in a house to lay low a few days...,then get us a discreet way out of town."

"I still say we should see my BOD homies..." Stated Roach. "Nah, man we need to go to the Psychos hood out here, man. They're my boys. And they're no friends of the Mutts or the pigs..." Stated Buddha. "You aint even from this town though bro... and no offense but neither are you..." Said Roach to Sun Kang. "I got the home advantage."

"Seriously, nobodies with the idea of seeing the homies for this shit? We got more Psychos in this van than anything else..."

"You both have good points, gentlemen...but the police will find the dead bodies of my men...and your men...and the BOD's...so they'll be looking for any of my men in town and we're pretty well hidden we don't like to be as loud as the rest of you with the gang colors and the cars. But they're gonna find the affiliation of my men anyway. And the BOD's..."

"Then that sounds like the best option is to go my way," Insisted Buddha. "None of the bodies back there was Psychos. So they got nothing to trace us to the shit."

"You mean except for the fact that a couple of your men took some wound there and theres going to be blod at the scene? We're all looking at death row for ourselves and a fucking RICO case for our three respective organizations."

"Homie RICO is organized crime. We int the mob..." Stated Jada. "That doesn't matter. How about thousands of dollars spilled all over and multiple bodies from Assault weapons? Drug deal gone bad you don't think that'll get my guys a RICO case on this side of the US border and me...I'd either be charged here or deported. Death row if they charge me here life in prison if I'm in Canada. I don't want to find out. The people that REALLY were not there at the scene were the Blood Feathers. They're not there. Even though there's affiliation between all of us, they wouldn't expect us all to be laying low with them."

"Hey...that actually sounds like a good plan. I'm with that..." Stated Sly. Buddha was pissed. "Man, seriously?"

"Well, the final vote is down to you, Boogeyman. What do you think? Lay low with the Psychos, Bloodfeather or BOD's? We need a choice, fast..." Stated Win.

Ivan pulled into a garage parking lot and he said, "First, we're going to get new vehicles. We will meet north of the zoo here in town and then I will decide and I will call you..."

He, Sun Kang, Mikayla and Jade got into a dark red Admiral. Win, Roach, Monster and TJ got into a dark gray Greenwood. Buddha and Sly got into a dark blue Blista Compact.

"Fuck man...i really don't need this bullshit..." Sun Kang groaned wincing at his wounds. The guad watching the front gate, an African American aged 43, who was overweight yelled, "Hey!" Ivan pointed his Makarov out the window. "God...please, man! I got a wife and daughter! I never saw you..."

Ivan told him, "If that were you true you would not have called the police as soon as we pulled in. You saw us. And you heard us..."

"Wait...please...I'll give you all the money I have..."

"Sorry..." Ivan stated. He pulled the trigger striking him in the left side of the stomach. The next round hit him in the large intestine the next hit him in his bowels, the fourth went back to his spleen, and the fifth hit him three inches above the belt. "I don't leave witnesses if I can help it..." He said before driving off leaving the fat man to collapse blood bubbling from his mouth as he rolled onto his side.

"Well, I'm sure that won't come back to bite us in theh ass...in any way..." Groaned Sun Kang as the female gang member put pressure on his wounds. "So...what kind of problems do you have back in Teranto?" Asked the Russian hitman.

"A war with an Indian gang..."

"Those Tamils, right? I have heard about them..."

"No, not East Indian I mean Aboriginals. We had an understanding with them a couple of years ago...until we had a MISUNDERSTANDING...for something i didnt even do..they blame me for one of my men going rogue...one of them killed the mother of one of them. I'm talking about the Red Warriors. We've been killing each ther a couple years now. You'd think...an international organization like ours could just roll right over them but we can't...for every one of theirs we kill, they kill four of ours. So we try to kill four of theirs and they just up the ante. I don't know how they don't get tired of it honestly.."

"This Native American gang member. What was his name?"

"Paul Hoffman. I'll never forget. Come to think of it, isn't he in prison right now? Affiliated with the Vagos..."

"Yes...I knew him. On the outside. We were room mates and we did a lot of jobs together. It was less than a year but you'd be surprised how much you can get to know a man in that time...though I admit we knew each other the least out of the four of us who lived together. Age difference, I'm afraid."

"That doesn't seem to stop you from fucking below your age..." Stated Monster. Ivan snapped, "That's not your business!"

"Just calm down..." Sun Kang groaned. "Both of you...we're still alive...but the Mexicans have my money...and Buddha's dope...they'll either be looking for us as hard as the cops will be...or they'll think we'll be licking our wounds and take the attention off of them while they sell our shit...the money..they're gonna want to wash it...so they'll be hitting the sports bookies, strip clubs, everything...you have my word, Baba Yaga...I'll have my men on that. But we need a choice now...where are we laying low?"

Packie

Fly In The Ointment

Packie had agreed over the phone to handle the errand that Ivan needed taken care of. "Where exactly are you, man? I'll still do this for ya but if another job comes up...something bigger, I need to get a hold of you don't i?"

"I can't tell you right now. Let's just say I'm laying low somewhere upstate. When I'm ready to meet you and it's safe to do so, I'll meet you back in Los Santos."

"Well I hope it's somewhere a bit cooler than here like San Fierro. It's fuckin 84 degrees out!"

"You Americans are such pussies."

"I'm a child of Erin, brohamian don't you forget it, old timer! We don't tan well. And last I checked neither did the ruskies."

"Fair enough. And no, it's actually hotter where I am. Believe it or not Los Santos is cooler than Central San San Andreas you've got water to the west."

"Yeah and I got desert to the east. So I try to stay on the West Side of LS."

"I know for a fact it gets hot in Liberty City, man. What are you whining about?"

"yeah, there's 224 days of sunshine a year but we got fuckin skyscrapers to block out part of it. Remind me to write Paul's people a thank you for that. And GOD for only making the high heat around this much in Liberty but Jesus Christ, Johnny boy this place is 84 on average and this is low for LS. It usually gets up into the 90's! And besides this happens most of the year. They don't even have seasons in this balls hot state!"

"Sure they do," Chuckled Ivan. "There's Earthquake season, wild fire season, water drought season and race riot season. Seriously, man. It seems like every 20 something years they have one. '43, then '65 then '92. Twenty two years apart, then twenty seven years apart. I imagine there will be another one soon enough. The only question is who will be the instigator of it this time?"

"I don't give a fuck about the politics of it, Boogeyman but if there's another riot I'm taking what I can too. I admit it. I'm an oppurtunist without a cause. Maybe that is my cause. Anyway, why do you think this guy, your best friend is the one betraying your family? I met the guy and it doesn't seem like something he'd try."

"We were KGB, Patrick. Betrayal, secrecy, it's in our blood. I wish I could say it wasn't but I'd be lying. Which is another thing we're good at. Just not as much as the IAA."

"Yeah but you're taking that on the words of some gangsters you only sorta know. In any case, if it does turn out to be him, you want him dead?"

"No. If it's Vasily I'll deal with him myself."

Packie began to tail the car. "I'm gonna call you back. How about this? I'll text you when I can get a picture and you tell me if it's him."

"Sure. You do that, droog. We'll talk soon."

Packie stayed on the light blue Uranus as he drove up the Western Highway. He took him through a tunnel towards Vespucci Beach. He soon found himself being pulled over by a police car. "SHIT! The worst fucking timing!" He pulled over, however. An African American male officer with the Del Perro Sheriff's Department had pulled him over. "License and registration."

He handed it over. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" The officer asked. God, hes pulling out all the clich stops.

"To generate revenue by meeting a quota of writing out tickets? I don't know. Why?"

"Are you getting an attitude with me?" The officer demanded. "No it's more of a joke officer. But seriously, I don't have any idea. Do I have a light out?"

"Your tab are expired. You need to get them renewed."

He then ordered Packie, "Wait right here..." He came back after running his info. "Any relation to Francis McReary?"

"Yes and no."

"What do you mean? It's either yes or no."

"Meaning that cocksucker is my relative but he's not my brother. He doesn't have the right to call himself that. If this were him sitting here instead of me he'd probably tell you the same thing about me."

"I see.." Said the officer who Packie saw was named C. Hammond. "Well, it says you do have priors for carjacking, grand larceny and cocaine use."

"That's true officer and if you're worried about whether or not I stole this car as you can see I got all the right papers filled out and I do have the right to leave the state since I completed my parole."

"Sure. Question is why did you? I read somewhat about your family. And of course everybody knows your brother. Los Santos just seems like a strange place for an Irish gangster to move to. You're not thinking of starting any trouble out here are you?"

I already have, you idiot. I did several heists with a couple of maniacs out here, knocked over several stores and have been in several shootouts!

He said, however, "If that were true, officer, I'd have a more recent arrest record since 2005. Truth is most of my family is gone the ones I care about. I cant really fix it either so the only thing I can do is try and start my own family. But to do that I need a new start."

"Good luck... The Deputy said handing him his stuff back. "I'm gonna let you off with a warning. Get those tabs updated."

With that, Packie was back on the road again. He dialed Lester. "Hey, Les, I was supposed to be tailing a car for a job and I lost him. Fucking pigs pulled me over."

"I think I can hel. What's the make and model?"

"It's a light blue Uranus. 2009. BM4NDY."

"Okay...give me five minutes...I'll get back to you."

Packie hung up and began to drive from Vespucci Beach towards Vinewood. He pulled up to the boardwalk where he saw Hector. "H! Get in! I need some help!"

The Chicano gang member got in the car. "Packie? Whats up?"

"I'm tailing some Russian cocksucker and I'm getting paid 20 g's to do it. You come wit me on this, I'll give half of it to you."

"Fuck it, eh. I got nothing better going on. Hey tell me something...what's the deal with those Ballas taking shots at us?"

"You tell me. You're the one from here. I chalked it up to rivalry. That's what it is, isn't it?"

"Yeah, and I know most of the chavalas that ever tried me from a Baller hood or Families. I got beef with the Families in Rancho and Ballas outta Strawberry. Only I never seen those fools before. Once upon a time, we used to work with the Ballas. I don't know what the carnales were thinking it must have been some money making bullshit I guess. That's the 90's for ya. And if I'm being honest, it was even more like that in the 80's."

"Tell you a little family secret. My dad used to run the McReary family...before me or me brothers."

"Yeah? What happened? You always told me about Dukes but you never talked about your pops."

"That's cause I hate the fucker. But that's not what this is about. You know how we even got involved with the Sicilians when we did? There was a guy...one of the originals in our gang. We're talking 1960's. He wasn't cool with any of the Five Families. In those days before I was born, my old man and this guy they warred with them. Especially the Gambetti's. The 70's was a fuckin blood bath. The crew was just originally called the Irish American Killers. So the guineas...they reached out to my dad. Told him that there could be peace between us and the wise guys but to do it, he had to waste the man."

"The Noonan-Gambetti wars."

"Yeah. Guess you did your research too."

"I never told you what Vago hood I'm from did I?" Asked Hector. "No, you didn't. Not that it matters. Vagos in this city pretty much have it the way we had it in the 70's and 80's so you got nothing to complain about."

The Chicano shook his head. "That would be true...if it were true,homes. I'm from Vespucci Beach. Magellan Ave. My hood, we were the slum by the sea and have been since the 60's. One of the few places in West LS that Raza could live if you weren't living in Rancho or East Los Santos. Back in the 90's we had a bloody war with the Families. I'd say we won but honestly we lost a lot of people on both sides. Still, it was a war zone. And in the end, it seemed like the rich Vinewood stars were the ones that did our clique and theirs in gentrifying it. Then again...gentrifying a neighborhood in West LS as opposed to South Central or the East Side is..."

"Redundant?"

"Yeah...anyway, despite it all we still managed to have some homies around. A lot of the dudes from the Families cliqua out there...they lost their turf but honestly after the war and the cease fire we had a lot of them moved out of the city anyway."

"You know...maybe I'm an outsider looking in but I gotta say. You west coasters are different yet the same as Libertonians... Mexicans and the black guys fight the same way Irish and Italians fight. I'm just saying...only they aint Catholic and they aint from the same continent but you guys do live in the same neighborhood which honestly...even with my family working with the wops, I am SO fuckin glad we didn't have to live with them."

"Maybe...but anyway, we had mostly peace for almost a decade and a half except for rival varrios but even with that, we were still more about making money than fighting. It was like for a minute even the pee wees started thinking like veteranos and sitting back and let their wallets fill themselves up. But then last year...two guys...i think they were Tranny's...tu sabes...Families..and they came through lighting everybody up. They killed my boy Esteban. A few of us suvived, me I just got shot. I shot them too I know I hit one of them but...these putos...they laid out like ten to thirteen comaradas. Not long after that, Marabunta started running shit there. A lot of guys that still lived there just started laying low or moved. Some of us to Strawberry. That's where I've been."

Packie was about to answer him when he got a call from Lester. "The car you're looking for just stopped off at the Vespucci Canals. You're in luck."

"Good. That means I tailed these fuckers without even having to tail them..."

"Right...YOU tailed them...just have my payment ready after this is done..."

Packie got off the phone. "All right. These assholes are at the Vespucci Canals."

"If these assholes are having a meeting they'll probably want to do it on the bridges overlooking the water..."

They arrived in good time and Packie took a picture of the men that were on the bridge. He sent it to Ivan using the zoom feature as best as his phone could. Ivan called him back two minutes later. "That's not Vasily. Tha'ts another man from the organization, Evgeny. But this means that he is the one who betrayed us. Tell me, Patrick. Is there a man with a brown ponytail?"

"Yeah. He seems to be the one in charge."

"Okay...I need you to try and take care of all of them. If you can't do it, it's not a problem but from where I am I can't do anything. I'm going to get rid of this phone in case anybody is listening in but first I'm going to text you a phone number to text that picture to."

Packie put on a black ski mask and Hector put on a yellow bandanna over his face. Packie handed him an MP5 in addition to the one he was getting ready to use. "That won't be needed."

Packie and Hector aimed for the men on the bridge. Packie fired aiming for Evgeny just as his friend was starting to move towards him. He struck the man with seven rounds in the chest, a muscular Russian American with a shaved head standing at six feet tall. None of this mattered, however, as he fell over the side of the railing into the canal. "Yeah, fool where you putos running to?!" Screamed Hector as he fired striking a Russian with a crew cut in the face with two rounds and the man fell, his brains decorating the pants of his friends.

The Russians were mostly sitting ducks as Packie and Hector fired at them but he watched Evgeny grab the pony tailed Russian mobster and they both jumped into the canal under water.

Packie let off twenty five rounds at the men but they stayed ducked down. The Markovich Family defectors fired upon the two men forcing them to cover behind Packie's car. Packie unloaded his weapon dropping two more of them with leg shots and they fell nearly landing on Evgeny in the water. The two Russian high ranking gangsters were trying to swim to safety. Four more gangsters were advancing on them but Hector emptied his magazine dropping the four of them.

As a boat was going by, suddenly, Evgeny popped his head out of the water and threw the man driving it off. "Grisha come on, droog! We must go! These must be your father's thugs!"

Packie reloaded as did Hector who fired down at them but the rounds hit the poor bastard whose ride they had stolen. Fifteen rounds hit the poor bastard in the chest and back. Hector got into the car and said, "Packie, I'll drive you shoot. I know these canals homes!"

They began to drive alongside it and packie leaned out of the window firing down into the canal as Evgeny and Grisha sped off. Just then, they had gunfire hitting the back of the Comet. "Fuck! We got Russians on our ass, Packie! Shoot em!"

"I shoudn't be letting you drive my fuckin car!" Packie screamed as he fired out of the window at the gray Tailgater behind him. He struck the passenger, a man with an AA-12 who was aiming for Packie's tires and hit him with six rounds in the throat and two in the face of the driver and the car crashed killing the two passengers in the back. They sped down Tackle Street hoping to get a short cut to where Hector predicted they would be going. They were now in Puerta Del Sol. A van this time, a black Burrito tailed them and fired upon them with four Russians in the back and one up front.

Packie opened fire striking the man up front who had an AK-47 and he fell out into the street with six rounds in the gut. Packie yelled to Hector, "H! When I tell you to, I need you to hit the brakes!"

They sped up and Packie put himself back inside the car for safety and h he put his seat belt on. "NOW!" H hit the brakes as instructed and the van sped ahead into oncoming traffic on Shank Street . The driver was killed instantly smacking his head on the side window and then on the steering wheel before the airbag exploded. Hector backed up and Packie aimed inside where the wounded Russians were though two had been thrown into the street, having been run over and was crawling like a stepped on bug while the other was crushed between a dark blue Rebel and a green Feltzer. The other two were bleeding and banged up from whip lash. Packie aimed inside the back and fired twenty two rounds trapping them in there with nowhere to run as he sprayed the back of the van.

With that, Hector took off and they were back to following the boat but soon, they got through the Vespucci Canals and made their way towards the beach. "SHIT!" Packie growled. "We got no way to get to them now!"

They were too far away in the water to even shoot at though Packie did try hoping he would hit at least one of them. "Come on, let's get outta here...listen... I'm gonna get this thing fixed at LS Customs, man. It's on me. Ill cover everything. Then we go back to my apartment. We'll lay low a few days then you cann go back to your place."

They dropped the Comet off and Hector paid for it. They hailed a cab back to Strawberry.

"Hey listen, I may have talked a lot of shit about your city and your proffesionalism and yeah it was pretty dumb you didn't have a getaway car but you never did have to help an outta town lad and you did. So I appreciate that, man. You're a good friend, boyo."

"Hey it was nada, homie. Ever since last year me and the homies have been in the wind. We don't got the same clout we did in the 90's the way other neighborhoods still do. I do what I can to get by. And i know you're doing the same. And then with that dude, Franklin...sorry that shit didn't work out either, man..you're all right yourself, Packie. I didn't think they had any blue collar working class gavachos, man and what you told me about Liberty is different cause out here the white boys are mostly middle to upper class. Even the hipsters that gentrified the hood none of them lived there cause they were poor."

"Me family's old neighborhood in Purgatory has been gentrified since the 90's, amigo so I know what you mean. When I was still in my teens they even had some Yugoslavian fuck working with us. And he rose up to be a high ranking guy before he got arrested. That's how I knew me brother wasn't strictly Irish when it came to working with people. It was cause he grew up in the neighborhood."

"So you saying you trust Slavic vatos too eh?" Packie looked at the shaved headed Chicano. "No. Not them. I made that mistake once. I won't do it again."

The truth was, Packie was sitting on millions of dollars from his share in the Union Depository heist but there was no way he was going to touch it any time soon. It was already risky enough that after the robbery in Liberty City he'd bought a Comet. he wouldn't make the same mistake twice. If there was one thing Packie had learned on the streets of Liberty City, was that not every mistake will come back to bite you in the ass but that didn't mean you still couldn't learn a lesson from it and what could have happened if things went another way. So it wasn't true that working with Franklin and Michael and Trevor had't worked ot. He made more money with them than he ever had with his own family.

Michael was Irish but he was assimilated Irish. The way Midwestern and West coast Irishmen tended to be, It wasn't even a matter of ethnicity so much as the fact that it depressed the hell out of Packie that he made all this money and most of his family wasn't around to enjoy it and he never made that much with them. He didn't know if he should chalk it up to his family being shit at jobs or if it just was because of the crew he had worked with in LS had different criminal backgrounds and that each man brought something unique to the table. Either way, he knew he was the last McReary.

He sent the picture to the number Ivan had asked him to.

2 Days Later

Packie returned from the store. He had gotten some stairs here and there not being from the neighborhood but at least nobody had ratted him out or called the cops. Then again, he hadn't really checked in on what the LSPD knew about what happened the other day. He had a 12 pack of Pisswasser an he walked in. "I got the beer!" He called out.

He then said, "Hey you know what's funny...I was walking outside to get the beer and this fuckin crackhead offered to suck..." He noticed the bathroom door had been kicked open and he went inside He dropped the beer when he saw Hector laying in the tub motionless with a bullet wound to his right eye.

Ivan

He was still laying low in Central San Andreas but he anticipated they would be able to go back south within a day or so. Right now, he and TJ were alone while many of the other gang members were partying with their "Hosts" who were hiding them. Ivan had heard that not only had the Cineza Police hassled Chicano and Asian gangs, for whatever reason, they had sweated the black gangs as well even though they were not involved in the shootout. Maybe they figured by asking somebody with priors who had no dog in either fight, they figured they would get lucky. Trouble was, the black gangs here beefed with the Asians as much as the Chicanos and even if they had been willng to dime out their enemies for a pass which some might be, they didn't know where Ivan and the others were either.

He looked at TJ. "How are you after having to do that?"

"I'm...I'm cool..."

"You don't look like it to me..."

"It's just...Monster's my cousin..you know my sister never wanted me getting involved with him...with this..but living on the East Side of Cypress Flats aint easy. I don't want to work in the garden with my parents either thats women' work."

Ivan chuckled. "I understand. So what do you like to do?"

"Constuction looks cool. Building stuff. Homes and all..."

"Then maybe you should look into it. You may be too young for most jobs but there's no reason not to start doing what it is you love today. At least make steps towards what it will take to get you a job with them. It's better than this shit. Because you may have pulled the trigger but you are not meant for this lifestyle. It's a death style, friend. We talked about Communism before...your country and mine caused a lot of death with that ideology. So has Capitalism but you know...they always blame the Communists and never the Capitalist."

"Yeah but Thailand..that place aint nothing nice. I aint a Cambodian Hmong i'm Thai, remember? Either way both countries are fucked up and I never wanna go back. I mean I love being Hmong but it's like nowadays we're destined to be refugees...and the white man sees us as nothing but gooks...no offense."

"None taken. But as far as being a refugee...trust me...you can be forced out of your own country or at least lose power for a long time but governments change. Whether or not people hate or dislike Communism...they have to admit something. Russia had the only real revolution out of any country these last hundreds of years in a way that brought about major changes. I mean as far as super power countries go I don't mean small nation states like Haiti."

"How do you figure that? What about the French Revolution or the American Revolution?" Asked the Hmong youth.

Ivan thought about that. "America and Russia have a lot in common as two world super powers and we have for almost a century. But 80 years of Soviet rule changed Russian culture and the gene pool more than any other country in the Caucasian world. Speaking of which Caucasian comes from the Caucus mountain which is in Russia. Anyway...we made the only real successful social revolution because we overthrew out aristocratic elites. The Romanov's. It may be less popular than other revolutions but it's the only revolution that resulted in 80 years of social change. For better or for worse. France, the outcome of the French revolution was the rise of Napoleon. And in America, after only a few years of relative freedom, America would once again be dominated by the oppressor class it fought to be free from."

"What about Russia now? After the Soviet Union fell?" Inquired the Asian gang member. "Now you have the rise of capitalism eighty years of something different, the oligarch class is leading Russia down a similiar path that America is on."

He then said, "But enough about that. TJ...do you believe that Monster would have pulled the trigger if you hadn't killed that cholo?"

"Honestly...I don't know man. I'd like to think no cause he used to be cool when we were younger and he was still a teenager before all the drugs but..I don't know and that's the truth."

"You know...in the Markovich Family..because of misguided love for his son and the desire to have grandchildren and a male heir to his criminal empire, Markovich didn't try and kill his son Grisha when he tried to kill him. He woukd rather let himself die as an old man by his son's own hand and have his son inherit his empire by ill means than kill his own son. Even though logically, he could just leave things to his daughter. Sometimes...family doesn't mean loyalty. It sounds like your sister does have your best interest at heart but Monster does not. You are the future, not Monster. You are younger than he is. Why do you let him push you around?"

"Cause he can kick my ass and...one time down in Cypress...some Vagos tried rolling up on me but my cousin had my back..."

"Oh I see..so he saved you just so he could lord it over you? Listen...I can't make this choice for you but I can advise you. I hope Monster starts to see that the way he treats you is wrong but you need to stand up for yourself. The next time he tries to beat you, hit him back. It doesn't matter if he's larger or stronger. Take a stand. And if he ever pulls a gun on you again...family or not...take the lesson the Markovich Family can teach you. You kill him before he kills you."

TJ swallowed. "Man, I'll try..."

2015

Paul

He had in his sights several people. The first was a blonde haired gray eyed Caucasian woman in her mid thirties. She was a heavy hitter. The next was a tall Jewish American in his early 50's with graying brown hair a prominant nose deep soulful black eyes and a balding spot in the back where he often wore a yamaka when he went to synogogue. This man had been the IAA director for years. He'd been with the IAA since the 70's and had been in Iran during the Iranian Revolution.

Next was a man of Isreali American ancestry from Tel Aviv originally. A light brown skinned Caucasian man in his early to mid fifties with a balding hairline wearing a brown suit. Next was a man who was half Central American and half Middle Eastern a weird mix but according to Tanaka he was a practicing Muslim as his mother was middle eastern while his father Central American. "The one in the brown suit. He's the director of black operations. He's after me. They all have been for years."

There was also a bald white male with gray eyes and he had a look about him that gave Paul the feeling he was a douche bag. "That idiot..." Tanaka said as he was spotting for him. "He was involved in a drone strike on a wedding in a barn killing 40 people just to try and kill one man."

"What about the tall one?"

"Saul Berrenson. He grew up in Indiana. One of eight families that were Jews in his town. No kids. Despite being observant, he actually wants peace between Israel and Palestine. Something his sister and his sister's late husband didn't see eye to eye on. He's not only the former director of the IAA but he's the former division chief in Europe. That was until there as a breech at the Berlin station

"What about the old one in the glasses?"

"He's the director of the IAA. He was a US Senator in Indiana back in 2012. I told you my help before would come at a price. This is it. I want these people dead. After that, you're free from all obligation to me. Unlike Saul, the European chief, he had a more...direct approach. While Saul was more of a man who believed in having spies on the ground and turning people through interrogation into assets, this buzzard former Senator Christopher Hart, believed in intelligence from a distance and drone strikes. He was involved in the same drone strike that the baldie was. So yeah...you kill these men...you're good to go. We can take care of your ID. As a matter of fact...if you want...since your name is cleared...you can go to the longhouse and get a new name. If you want that on your new ID passport, birth certificate."

"Just like that?"

"There is no 'just like that' it might be easy too do with a Sniper Rifle but what I'm having you do is not to be taken lightly. They all have to die. The world will be a better place without them."

"What about the girl? Who's she?"

"Carol Madison. Age thirty six. Born in Dockington, Maryland. She's an IAA analyist and former head of security."

"So you want me to kill all of them?"

"No. Saul Berrenger is mine."

Paul had the H&K PSG 1 trained on the oldest man. The oldest of them was about to hand over a dossier to the blonde woman. As they did, there seemed to be a heated discussion going on between all the parties involved. Namely with Carol, Saul, the Isreali and the bald guy as well as the ex senator. The ex senator seemed to be shouting.

He fired striking the man in the throat was he did. The man bled all over the tall Jewish American. Tanaka was masked up and he tossed a pipe bomb in the direction of the blonde and the Central American. The pipe bomb exploded and took the man's head off. The blonde was thrown back wounded with shrapnel in her belly and chest and shoulders. The Israeli was also badly wounded. Paul fired next striking the Israli in the face splitting it in two blonde was crying out in pain and Paul zoomed in aiming for her heart. With a pull of the trigger, her life was extinguished. Tanaka walked up to Saul who had taken shrapnel in the left shin and had fallen over. Tanaka held a silenced P22. "Long time no see, old friend."

"Tanaka...you son of a bitch..."

"You had to know this was coming. If it wasn't me, it would be the Iranians. If not the Iranians, then the Iraqis. If not the Iraqis, the Venezuelans."

"You...manipulative piece of shit...I don't know who you have working for you now...but you won't get away with this."

"You want to call me manipulative? That little blonde piece of trash right there is bi polar and you had her institutionalized twice. She's like a daughter to you and you've played her like a fiddle. Don't blame me for doing the same thing. You and me, Saul. We were always about the long game. Just too bad a mind like yours works for the United States instead of against it."

"Whatever you're planning...it's gonna fail," The Jewish American warned.

"I've already executed it flawlessly. Now I get to see who gets to be the new director. The best part about this? They'll blame this on religious fanatics. And in a country like this liberal as it is, it won't be a stretch all for people to assume it's any number of the refugees tolerant Canada lets in. For old times sake, Saul, I'm gonna do it quickly. At least I'm sparing your wife. She should have given you children. What was she barren?" The Japanese killer then grinned, "Hey! Barren...Berrenger..."

He fired two shots into the abdomen and followed up with a shot to the forehead finishing him off.

Paul

Candy Caine & Lollipop

Aila looked good in the pink and purple and white plaid button up she wore and her blue jeans. He kissed her and she still had her lollipop with her which she took out of her mouth but as they kissed she put the lollipop to his lips and they kissed over it. "You and your lollipop..." he said with a chuckle. "You and your belly fetishes..." She shot back. Her plaid was also tied in a knot. She removed her to reveal her breasts dark pink and ready for him. He began to take the lollipop and rub the wet yet sticky cherry lollipop along her breasts and licked up the reddish trail along her flesh. The Mohawk girl let out a gasp of air as he did this his tongue toying at her hardening nipple next to the lollipop, and the trail of his saliva felt her breasts and she closed her eyes to the feeling of his tongue and the red sucker against it.

He began to make his way down her stomach and he rubbed the lollipop down to it with the stick in his mouth and he followed up with kisses and licks her light brown flesh reddened with his saliva and the essense of the sucker. Unlike her suckers that were usually just the kinds that were straight up lollipop, this was one that had a piece of bubble gum in its mass. She shivered and he put the sphere into he navel and licked at it and penetrated down into it a bit with his tongue replacing it when he lifted up the lollipop. She closed her eyes putting her fingers through his hair carressing his head and she let out a low moan mixed with a sigh.

"I don't hear you complaining..." He hummmed against her stomach. "No..." She said. "But I might have to get it pierced...make you work harder for it..." She said with a grin with her tongue sticking out at him as if teasing him. "No...leave it be..." He said. "It's pretty as it is..."

"You'll lick it even if I get it and you'll love it boy..." She murmured. "Same with my nipples...you'll worship them...for being mean to me before..." She said with her teeth showing this time bright and pearly. "You're gonna be my boy toy..."

"What about your pussy?" He asked curious. "No..." She said. "That's...unclean..." He chuckled as did she.

He moved his tongue up again and then down into the bottom of it licking out the mixture of the trail from the lollipop and her saliva as well as his. He began to trail down her waist with the lollipop leading the way and his tongue promptly following. He pulled her blue jeans down to see she had on pinkish purple panties and while most of the panties were fabric, part of the panties, the sides were clasped together by a hook that was shaped like a moon.

This made him even harder. He licked down as he pulled her panties down and she already had the sucker head at the bottom of her small patch of brown pubes against her pale brown thighs and she was beginning to fuck herself with the sucker. "Uuuh..." She moaned and he put his lips to hers starting at the lower part of her cunt making his way up, licking six seconds at a time as she toyed with the upper top layer of her hole. His tongue finally met her lollipop in the center of her opening and she pushed it towards him down into his tongue, wanting him to taste her juices.

"That's a good boy..." She purred.

He obeyed licking up the mixture of juices and his tongue pushed the bulb against her womanhood earning a moan from the Miqmaw and Kanienkehaka woman. He took hold of the stick himself and began to fuck her with it. She had him lay down while she unzipped him and she began to suck him off while she sat on his face and he kept toying at her cunt with the lollipop. He bought his tongue up into her hole but he kept moving it downward with slow long lips and he moved towards the border region between her holes. He kept at it, his tongue inside. Meanwhile, Aila's tongue slid down his manhood as her mouth slid up and down his shaft taking him in inch by inch. She pulled another lollipop that she had wrapped up and began to suck on it and his cock so they each had one. She placed it on top of his helmet and she began to suck it and him.

"You really love the taste of that don't you...?" He asked with a breath. "I also love the taste of you," She purred. "Then why do you need a lollipop with it? You sure I don't...taste bad down there?"

"It's cause I always have sugar with meat..." She said in a dirty tone that made him want to skull fuck her then and there but he resisted as best as he could. She rubbed it down to his balls and licked down with the red trail on his light brown skin. He hummed against her labia majora enjoying her warmth. He feverisly thought, Even if women from Canada don't got larger asses as Mexico, they do have prettier pussies. Cause they don't fuckin wax all the hair off!

While it was true that Native American women did tend to have less pubic hair than most women of other races and even ethnicities of the same race such as from Central America, it wasn't true that they were as "Bare" as Hawaiians were said to be. He liked the feeling of hers on his face. He ran his tongue up her snatch slowly to drive her crazy with anticipation. She whimpered against his dick and her head twitched a bit in a way that made him tongue fit inside her tight little pussy with ease but met the bulb again in the middle. His tongue went ten seconds per lick to increase anticipation, the heat from his mouth transferring to hers. Meanwhile, she swirled her tongue in a figure 8 motion around his helmet before taking him back in and deep throating him, the brown haired Lady Warrior taking him in.

Her heat transferred to his face as he lapped her up inch by iovely inch. He moved his tongue up to her clit to pay it more attention. He ran under it earing a shiver from her, trembling as she sucked him. She shook a bit as his tongue began to lap against her love button and she squeaked causing more sensation down his throbbing member. His tongue continued to lash into her clitoris like it was a shooting range and his tongue was a crack shot. He moved his lips to her outter labia kissing it tenderly.

She brought her tongue up to the under side of his shaft all the way to the tip and she made her way back swirling him a kiss on the tip. He continued his three pronged "Assault on her womanhood with his fingers tongue and the lollipop but he also began to tease her asshole moving down. He would not stick his tongue there yet. Not when it would be back up inside of her pussy again just to be on the safe side.

She hummed on him at the feeling of his new attention to her other hole while still managing to focus and pay attention to her genitalia at the same time. If from his one three way he had with her and Dawn, it could be said that Paul AKA K:or AKA Redwood, Candy Caine and even Oso could manage two women at the same time he could also manage two holes at the same time. It was certainly not the first time he'd ever paid attention to her butt either. Though small, compared to other larger ones he'd been with it still felt good and he could appreiate a small cute butt just as he could a large on even if he preferred the like a man could like small breasts as well as a large pair.

She continued to suck him but this time, she brought her lollipop down to his balls rubbing it. She also began to get more sloppy with the head bobbing up and down and more saliva, more drool dripped down to his testicles and yet she took him in, every inch until she was able to slurp the juices of the lollipop off the top of his balls with the edge of her lips. She made a loud slurping sound as she bobbed up and down and as she brought her head up, she made a squishing sound. She took the edge of his foreskin in her mouth looking like a dog with a bone almost and she even growled a bit but she pulled the skin foreward a bit towards her which hurt a little but felt good at the same time and with a snap, she let the skin snap back at his helmet.

Holy shit!

His mind raced and said what his mouth could not as he feverishly, eagerly ate her out. She squirmed, however, as she finally came.

"AHHHH! Paul...!"

She rode out the wave of her orgasm and though she did not ejaculate it was intense all the same. She kept him in her mouth as long as she could at first, her brown eyes bulging along with the poking of his knob through her cheek from the inside but she had to come up for air, moaning loudly as she came, her walls quivering against his hot lips and tongue still on her, making her shake, her stomach rising like the tide and falling, her breasts bouncing as she rode him as though she were on his cock.

He wasted no time either. He put the lollipop into her butt. She had been prepared enough for penetration and it didn't hurt her as he had fingered her there for about three minutes and had relaxed her back there but it surprised her and breathless, her eyes wide and brown, her mouth open her face flushed she cried out, "WHOA-KAY!" In surprise. In terms of cleanliness, there wasn't much to worry about. If one was to talk about the cleanliness of rimming a woman, and of eating a sucker or licking one especially afte it had been used on her cunt, then cleanliness wasn't an issue and sure, it might be sticky later but it was nothing she couldn't handle. He still was concerned for her, however and asked, "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"No just...you should have asked..."

"Do you want me to stop? I'm sorry..." He said breathless. "No..." She said. "And if you had i probably would have said no...sometimes you gotta go for it...a lot of women...we tell men not to kiss us too...without permission but that's really bullshit...we wouldn't respect a man who didn't just for it. But you ARE nasty. If you hurt me...we stop. But...you gotta have something to do while I finish you..." She said with a giggle. He began to lick the outter walls of her very clean entrance to her ass while slowly and softly penetrating deeper into her and she let out a lower whimper trying to get used to the feeling but she resumed blowing him taking his meat in her mouth. He put his tongue to her ass causing more lubrication so that the penetration of the sucker wouldn't hurt either. He pushed in just a little centimeter by centimeter.

She made a purr against his sausage like that of a motor as she sucked him. As she beat him of in addition to sucking him, he could feel he would soon explode. "I'm gonna..." She jerked him harder. "Just let it out..." She said softly.

He ejaculated on her breasts as far as her cleavage went. She giggled and lapped up his seed still rubbing the lollipop against his sensitive tip and took in his sticky ejaculate on the lollipop and he sucked it up using her tongue to scoop it off his helmet and off his shaft and onto it. She lapped up what she couldn't get on there and then she took a final bite of the sucker. He was shocked by this freaky gesture.

"Whoa...I don't think I've ever seen you do that...finish a lollipop..." She giggled saying, "Better I bite that and not your corn dog..." She said still tugging at him her voice lowering into a seductive sing song voice. She then said with a naughty smile, "A girl needs her fill of protein...you really are my Sweet Beefy now..." She said her eyebrows raising with seduction and implication at the act of oral she had done on his cock with her mouth and a lollipop.

He took a breath..."That gives THAT a whole new meaning..." He then went back to performing analingus on her. He swirled his tongue in a circle around the opening. This earned a cry of pleasure from the rez girl and he did it slowly but firmly. "Oooooh god...you dirty boy...AHHH!" She yelped. He still penetrated her lightly and slowly with the lollipop. She turned around on him as she had been facing his junk but now she was riding his face but he was rimming her.

He switched it up on her after 5 minutes and began to run the tip up and down on her entrance her lollipop going in and out but only every five seconds or so so as not to take from the pleasure his tongue. This wasn't the first time he'd rimmed her but the lollipop was new and he hoped this meant he would also get to go in her back door too.

"AHHHH! Paul...! Baby...we're both going to hell for this..." She said with an uncontrollable giggle of both pleasure and being tickled. It reminded him of how Carmen Ortiz would giggle when she was enjoying sex. "Then we'll do this in the fire..."He growled even though he didn't believe in hell and neither did she, they both had been raised Christian as had most Natives. She just meant the naughty aspect of it and he had to admit it was hotter that way.

"Fuck...you're such a perv..."She moaned. "Fucking...sick...twisted...Indian..FREAK...oohhh!" She growled. He moved his tongue now in a side to side motion but in somewhat of a semi circle. He knew he was driving her crazy and he loved it. The truth was there was thousands of nerve endings there.

"Oooh goooood...K:or...!" She crooned saying his birth name in Kanienkeha. He continued to probe her with the lollipop but he was getting more intense with the licking and now he began to move his tongue in 1/2 circles and even began to probe the opening. Her pussy was soaking with anticipation. He could see that her anus was relaxed and expanded a bit as he pushed his tongue inse her and he began to lick her ass and the sucker together driving her crazy the way she had pelvic floor dropped closer to his mouth which he took as a good , she could take no more her knees knocking together. He got on top of her and she lay under him and he began to enter her softly and slowly but his dick slid right in without much effort.

Her tight entrance welcomed him and she let out a breathy gasp as she began to meet his thrusts with her own. He wanted to fuck her until neither one of them could walk and they would just be forced to lay on the floor and fuck more until they had more energy to get up. He took her right breast in his mouth and rolled his tongue on her nipple as he pounded into her, her breasts bouncing, her moaning beneath him, squirming and rubbing her clitoris as he pounded into her. "FUCK!" She cried her voice raising in pitch as his manhood slapped inside of her. He could feel her cervix as he fucked her and it felt like a clenched fist with a dimple at the bottom.

"MMHHH! MMMHHH!" She squaked as he drove into her. She kissed him with such fire, heat and passion growing against his lips biting them. Teeth and lips and tongue smashing together clumsily on both sides, She insisted on climbing onto him now. She bound him there to the floor. She whipped boneless on him almost as though she intended to ride him until she killed him. Slapping, slipping, rolling her hips, she rode, she rocked and she whipped him into a frenzy that brought his mouth up from the wet kiss they shared.

Her tits bounced, they begged and Paul covered them with his eager mouth as she went wild on top of hands curled around his throat, nails digging into his skin on her right hand while on her left she scratched his chest like a wild jaguar in pulled him close her tongue filling his mouth. "Fuck yeah...give it to me...!" She wailed.

He drove into her with lust taking her other breast into his mouth while rubbing the one his mouth had been on before in his hand. He pumped inside of her with an animalistic growl and he bit her nipple as he fucked her earning a loud squeal from her as she was starting to sweat. She bounced on him like a Soccer mom on a yoga ball and he was loving every minute of it. He drove deeper into her walls with his free left hand thumbing her sensitive clit and this earned a louder cry, "WHOA!" As she tightened on his rock hard manhood. She began to roll her hips in a circular motion and her voice chirped from those sexy lips telling him, "You're making me hot..." She said taking a second to fan herself off before resuming the ride again.

He watched the motion of her breasts bouncing, the slickness of her pubic hair as it was wet with her juices as well as sweat and the bouncing of her stomach and the way it moved as she rode him, the rotation of her hips and those creamy thighs on him. It was almost too much to bear. He increased the friction on her clitoris and the speed in which he fucked her and he could feel her about to have another orgasm. "SWEET BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEFYYYYYY!" She shrieked as he fucked her and this time with vaginal and clitoral and vaginal stimulation she did squirt about an ounce of juices onto him as her womanhood hugged his walls pulsating over his throbbing cock.

Her walls pulsated about seven times on his manhood and it almost made him nut but not quite. She slowed down, sweaty and hot and kissed him falling on top. She kissed him feverishly and the laid her head on his chest resting about two minutes. When she caught her breath she asked him, "Do you want me to suck you off to finish you...?"

"We could do that but...I also wondered..." He slapped her ass. "All right I'm honestly not sure what you have a bigger fetish for...bellies or butts," She observed.

She then compromised saying, "All right...we can try it BUT... you gotta earn it..." She brought the lollipop that had been set aside by Paul that he had used on her. "You put your mouth up there and now you want to put your cock in there...lick this the way I did your cum and it's all yours..."

He hesitated only a moment but he took it and began to lick it. After all, if he had any qualms about the stigma of it or the implications and the cleanliness which she was good on, if one had a problem with eating a girl's ass they wouldn't do it but if you did it, what was a lollipop? He sucked on it looking her dead in the eyes, his forrest green eyes penetrating hers and she brought the lollipop between them and she sucked on one end and he sucked on the other. She bit into it to the gum under it and the two began to tongue wrestle and passed the chewed sucker gum between them and they even bit opposite ends of it and pulled it from each other like the spaghetti noodle in Lady & The Tramp. They the brought it together for a bubblegum kiss. "Okay...but if I get a rectal prolapse you'll be hearing from my lawyer...and I'll kill you. In that order.," She promised joking about the lawyer but not about killing him.

"I'm not THAT big..." He replied. "I'm just above average."

"Yeah but you are about a foot taller than me...don't break me in half..."

Her ass was plenty lubed up from his saliva before so he put on a condom and entered her. She whimpered a bit getting used to the feeling of his rock hard dick inside of her but she backed into him and once he got past the initial wall in the entrance it felt like her pussy but fingered her pussy with his right hand and her anus with his left as he went in and out of her.

He kissed her back earning a shiver from her. "Paulieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...!" She wailed. He had never been called that by anybody and it made it seem like he as a wop but it was a little funny and cute on her part and he knew she did it out of affection more than on purpose. She kissed him as she took him deeper up her ass. He took her right breast into his mouth his tongue snaking against her nipple flesh. His fingers penetrated her wet wolds going inside her entrance deeper hooking and curving inside her.

He swatted her on the ass earning a yelp from her as he plowed up inside of her. Though her butt was small it stuck out enough and he loved the way it felt as she started to bounce up and down on his manhood. "UHHHH! FUCKING RAVISH MY INSIDES ...WITH YOUR..." She trailed off into an animalistic scream and he kept pounding into her. He stroked her clit harder and fucked her harder and she wailed, "FUCKING RUIN ME AHHHHHH! AHHH UHHHH!" She howled her voice getting gutteral again. Her ass and her pussy quaked as she wailed having an anal and vaginal orgasm and she shook all over him as she came. He finally lost control himself and exploded inside her, he pulled out getting the used condom off. The two lay there panting for a time.

"I love you..."She said softly. "I love you too..." He said. She said, "I want to ask you something but I'm afraid it would just push you away. You know how on the rez...guys get asked out by women all the time?"

"Yeah...both cause we're in higher demand and cause we're matriarchal. So?"

"Never mind..." She said looking away. "Hey...just tell me...whatever it is...it's still me and Dawn. But i love you and...through me our kids would have a clan if we had them...I know this is moving fast but you did tell me you wanted to have kids..."

"Yeah I mean...I've wanted to but I'm afraid I'd fuck up at it like my dad and his dad before him. His dad left him..mine stayed but wasn't any better..."

"You wouldn't..." She promised. "You're sober..."

"Is that what you wanna ask me?"

"No...Paul...I wanna marry you..."

"You do..?" Even for a matriarchal society like the Six nations, it was still a bomb shell to drop. "But if you're ot the type I understand...I just...I love you. And that's not to say I want you all to myself cause...we have something special with Dawn too...and I'd want to see if she was okay with this too...and I don't want to make you choose either between us..."

"I want to say yes ...and it would be but for the reasons you just said...I gotta think..and we should talk to her...I've only been with her once...I love her too and I know you do. That's another thing our people did outside today's societal norms. Poly amory."

"I know...and it's not at all that I want to exclude her I want her to be part of this...I wish there was a way to get legally married to more than one person...maybe theres some way we can?"

Short of going to Utah...I don't see how I can. That's the fucked up thing. Even if you try to have a non monogamous relationship, you can't really get married because it's like you're picking one over the other. Honestly, I'd rather have them marry each other and I can just be the guy who happens to be their lover...but she asked me...this is why relationships like these...if they're gonna work have to leave marriage out of it. Or the laws would have to change and I don't see that happening any time soon.

"If you're this open minded and flexible as to what i say...why did you ask?"

"I'll take you whatever way I can, but I guess maybe..the question was more important the answer..."

"My answer is yes...but only once we talk to her and see how she feels about it. I love her but there is a sadness to her. I think she needs to be closer to us not left apart from this. I'm not some guy trying to have his cake and eat it too. I really do love both of you. There was a time that the idea of that would have been crazy...but it's not now."

"Maybe...the three of us can heal each other...spiritually and emotionally...?" Aila said. "We've all been hurt before but we're stronger together."

She held his hand. "We'll ask her...whatever we do...we're not leaving her out of this. When you were gone me and her..have gotten close...we've talked to each other. So I agree...but if we're together we have to love each other equally."

"I agree. but if she's not okay wit it, we shouldn't. By marrying one of you, that's gonna seem like favoritism..guess that's the downside of non monogamous relationships, eh?.

"Sure but the downside to monogamy is you can love more than one person and that way denies that. Everybody thinks that 'cheating' is just about lust but no some people legitimately love each other but we live in a society that's so fragile they can't handle it. It's like...they just legalized gay marriage pretty much in every state in the US right? Well what about relationships like ours? In a way...it should somewhat fall under the Queer rights movement cause I mean...even if you're straight...obviously me and Dawn are more...fluid..."

"Don't say that word...it makes you sound like you're saying something trans related..." He chuckled. "I mean sexually fluid not gender fluid, stupid," She snapped back but with a smile.

"I get what you mean i just don't wanna hurt her...or you."

"You won't...if she doesn't want us to do that we won't...and the only reason I did say for you and me is...the clanhood of children."

"You're right..but we're matriarchal and I'm a man and she's from a tribe that is patriarchal so I don't know how that works across the board we may have to ask her that too. But you and I don't have to marry either...the children would still have your clan anyway. They'd have to cause...I'm clanless. Which is like being nobody."

"You're not nobody..." She said. "You're you."

" He kissed and held each other until they fell asleep.

2014

Mai

Mai Oh My

Baby Face was surprised as he was pushed back into the house. Mai removed his shirt and he took off her leather jacket feeling his hands trailing up her sides. She pulled her pants down revealing her black thong and began to rub her bare butt cheeks against his erection though his boxers. It wasn't that her cheeks were entirely bare but the part against him was bare enough and the fabric in the back was thin enough that he could see just about everything except her asshole.

She got on top of him and kissed him. Her hai was long and somewhat wavy almost curly in his face but not entirely however she had been to the salon recently. Baby Face took in the smell of her hair, it smelled like Peaches. Her lipstick was a darker shade of red than she normally had on. His hand trailed up her back trying to unhook her bra. "This is so fucking wrong..." He said as she bit his bottom lip. "I know...but the wrong kind of sex usually feels the best..."

She got his manhood out and got to her knees and began to suck him removing his manhood from his underwear. She began to roll her mouth up and down his helmet moving further along his shaft. "Oh shit, girl...you're gonna get me in trouble..."

She began to jerk him off and purred, "You're already in trouble," She smiled, a wicked grin crossing her face. She took his cock back into her mouth and began to slurp noisily along his manhood. She ran his shaft in a sideways motion as though she were brushing her teeth with his dick but instead of actually running his shaft against her teeth, she used her soft mouth and tongue so it was like she was brushing her mouth with his dong. She massaged his helmet even with her gums yet somehow managed to not scrape her teeth against it. "Fuck..." He groaned.

Just then, the door opened. Jill walked up with her eyes wide open with rage. "MAI WHAT THE FUCK?!" Mai removed him from her mouth and Jill charged at her and threw a punch. She then smacked Baby Face in the face as well. "YOU PIG!"

She tried to hit Mai again but Mai caught her fist. Mai grabbed her and pulled her close. "Does that bother you..his cock in my mouth? I didn't even get a chance to make him come yet..."

Mai kissed her and she Jill shoved her, "What the fuck? This is not okay!" Mai smiled. "You didn't seem to mid when we were bumping butts..."

"That was different..." Jill said blushing. "It was a job."

"Come on, Jilly Bean...we all think about it. Besides...you and him weren't exactly on good terms yourselves after what happened. With TV..."

"Yeah but that doesn't mean we were broken up!"

You were never really together either..." Mai said. "You were attracted to each other and you started fucking. You were with Clyde."

"Yeah and he beat me. Don't you remember?"

"He wasn't justified for that. But you two were sending vibes."

"Jill...look...I didn't want to hurt you..." Baby Face began. "Shut up!" Mai and Jill both told him at the same time and the Vietnamese gangster put his hands on his jeans unsure whether he should put them back on or stay as he was.

"The point is, you two started off crossing the lines of monogamy. Or at the very least if you weren't crossing it you were both standing directly on it and were loking to see how much of a centimeter of a pinky toe you could stick out without getting caught."

"Okay...maybe I was less than honest with Clyde...and maybe he should have just dumped me instead. I would have been hurt but it would have beenn the more adult thing to do. But what about you and him? He' too young for you. And of all the dicks around here...why him?"

"Hey! I'm standing right here!" Baby Face said. "Shut up!" They both told him and he scoffed. "He has a nice cock..." Mai admitted. "Eight and a half inches hard. I'm not going to confirm or deny stereotypes about my own men what I can say though is that in all ethnic groups worldwide, like less than 1% of men have a cock bigger than 6 inches. I've seen that thing through his gym shorts before. Jill...don't be selfish. A sausage that big...we should share it. After all, women are more harmonious and willing to share than men..."

She reached out and began to tug on his manhood. he groaned again and Mai reached with her other hand grabbing Jill's left breast through her blue tube top. "Stop it..." Whispered Jill. "

"Stop what?"

"You're groping me...without my permission..." Mai smiled wickedly and said, "Your little ladies don't seem to mind..." She felt Jill's erect pink nipple and rolled it in her hand. Jill's breath came out in a sex yshaky manner. One way to always tell if somebody was turned on was the way they breathed. "They're not little..." Jill breathed. Mai smiled, "They sure aren''t..." She jerked Baby Face off with one hand while fondling Jill with the other. "Say what you will..." Mai said. "Women that are 100% straight...don't do what we did...you're not at least curious...?:"

"But that was to distract men...ohhh..." She cooed as Mai played with her fully hard nipples. "But if two men did that on the table we would assume they were either gay or bi..." Mai said, her voice changing to that of a femme fatal.

She pulled Jill in kissing her again. Jill's eyes widened at her mouth met Mai's but she began to kiss her back as she liked what Mai's tongue was doing.

She began to remove her blue tube top sliding the top down her breasts and Jill cried out in shock but Mai put a finger to her lips. "Shhhh...just relax..and let mama take care of you..." She began to take Jill's left breast in her mouth and began to gently suck on her large breasts. Jill's mouth opened a shaky breath escaping her lips.

"Besides...for a second...I've seen the way you looked at me, not just now when you saw me but had a look on your face."

She was still managing to jerk off Baby Face without looking at him. She kissed her again and she moved her hand to the breast her mouth was on. She moved to her right breast doing the same thing. Jill put her arms around her, surrendering and kissing her and she leaned back and they fell to the bed and Jill panted breathless kissing her harder as if Mai had just introduced her to a drug and she was fiending for more. Jill got on top of Mai kissing her. "Mmmm!" She squirmed and Mai smiled flipping it around getting on top of her. Jill removed Mai's bra and slid it down and she began to pay attention to the IAA agent's breasts and she began to try and mimic what Mai had done to her on her breasts. Mai let out a lustful laugh and what could only be described as a rattling purring sound.

She cooed at the feeling of Jill's mouth her eyes wide as she took Mai's breasts into her mouth looking somewhat naive at having sex with a woman and she knew she was. It didn't stop Mai from being all over her. She purred wickedly running her hands through Jillian's bob cut brown hair and moved down to between her legs her hands slipping to her.

She then pulled her pantis down and slid Jill' hand, her left down to her womanhood. She began to finger Mai, a bit nervous still but she loosened up as Mai kissd her again and the two embraced. Mai purred taking one of Jill's breasts in hr mouth while caressing the other. "I love these tits..." She purred. "I wish mine were that big..."

She then asked, "Tell me something...how was Clyde at going down on you...?"

"Honestly...not his strong point. He always copied the pornos...always rushed..."

Mai smiled in a naughty manner. "So you've never felt a woman on you down there...?" Mai asked. "You're high aren't you..." Jill said looking at her eyes. "Molly from Lamar. It's not a big deal. Just a once in a while thing..."

Mai moved her tongue down on the brunettes breasts down her stomach to the fabric on her mini skirt. An eager left hand felt her wet panties which were pale white under the black miniskirt. "You got any for me?" Asked Jill.

Mai asked her, "Why?"

"I heard it makes sex even better..." The Caucasian woman said. "You're right about that..." Mai said reaching into her pants pockets and she gave her a tablet. She offered one to Baby Face. They both took it and popped it and then resumed where they were. Mai slid Jill's panties down and Baby Face got behind Mai pulling her underwear down and he got under her as she proceeded to ride his face, moaning as she felt his tongue swim up into her womanhood. She had Jill on a chair with her legs spread. She began to taste her womanhood below her patch of brown pubic hair above her under smile. She began to run her tongue down her labia and she fingered at her clitoral hood starting off slow.

Jill moaned laying back with her mouth open as Mai teased at her folds. Mai growled with aggression against her womanhood with her lips against the brunettes. She let out a wicked cackle against her soft flesh causing the ivory skined woman to be even wetter. She cried out and Mai hummed with pleasure against Jill's clit as Baby Face's tongue plunged downward into Mai's snatch penetrating it as if it were his dick. She loved it and her moans from this transferred into Jill's opening as Mai stuck two digits into her fold and began to massage her button itself with her thumb.

She moved down towards the bottom of her labia with slow long licks followed by kisses, "Mmmm...you like that baby...? "

"Yes..." Jill moaned her face turning red both from blood flush from the oral pleasure and somewhat being embarassed. "You like it when I play with your cute little bean, Jilly bean...?" Mai cooed against her clit.

"Uhhh! Yes...!" She cried out in a breath. Baby Face was already stiff as a rock. He licked Mai's walls and he toyed at her folds just as she did with Jill except from a backwards angle. He swatted Mai's ass trying to establish some dominance despite Mai coming off as somewhat of a femme fatal. He tickled her a bit with the hair from his goatee and she laughed a bit but she liked how it felt against her womanhood. "Do that again...!" She begged before taking another mouthfull of Jill's muff.

"Oh fuck..." Jill cried as Mai ran her tongue back up her womanhood about halfway as Mai toyed at her with a finger towards the bottom of her pussy.

Baby Face, meanwhile, toyed at Mai's vulva moving his tongue alon to her labia minora. "Mmmmmmh...fuck..." She cooed against Jill's cunt enjoying the musky taste of her womanhood. "OHGOD!" Jill cried as Mai's tongue began to assault her clit with lashes against it as she stroked her clitoral hood. Baby Face's nose brushed up against Mai's pubic hair as he fingered her. He finally lost patience and grabbed Mai's hips and entered her earning a low grunt from the Vietnamese female but she went with the flow. She removed her mouth from Jill's womanhood and began to chuckle with a moan. "Goddamn you're hard...getting impatient back there?"

She went with the flow, however, throwing her hips back into him a bit faster than he was prepared for and even though he had her bent over it was like she was dominating him while making him believe he was in control. He drove into her again and again and she purred against Jill's cunt as her cheeks bounced against his groin. "Aww shit..." He growled driving into her. Before long, Mai, being the dominant force she was, got out from under him and Jill and she pumped his mahood, however and said, "Get over here..."

She did and the two began to bob on the Asian man's manhood with Jill taking his helmet in her mouth while Mai licked his balls but before long, as Jill licked Mai's juices from his manhood, Mai stopped it after about three minutes and she made him put her mouth on Jill while Mai sucked him off and Jill would be at her womanhood now. Initially, Jill didn't know what she was doing but Mai guided her telling her where to put her tongue and how and eventually she caught on and began humming against Mai's womanhood just as she had hers.

Baby Face had his mouth against her cunt feverishly licking the brunettes snatch his own face turning red as he did from the heat. "OHH!" Cried out Jill against Mai's womanhood making an o shaped gust of breath on her nerves which mai loved. Mai licked the underwide of Baby Face's cock from the shaft all the way up to the tip. Mai filled her mouth with the Vietnamese gangster's length as his tongue lapped at Jills womanhood. Jill cried out against Mai's cunt, still learning but doing well enough that the Asian woman would be able to orgasm in time. Pre cum already soaked Mai's lips and she smiled in an evil manner, her slanted eyes slanting even more so as she slurped at his manhood looking like a man hungry Geisha, even though they weren't really prositutes. "Never tried an older girl before have you...?" She asked in a voice that was almost a hiss.

The Eurasian woman cupped his balls licking down at them and then Jill got over there and gave it a tender lick herself before she spread her legs and she and Baby Face began to fuck on the couch, her breasts bouncing as he took her missionary and he buried her face into Mai's cunt with him paying attention to the perinium more while she went for the clit. Mai's cunt was soak and wet as Jill lapped at her naughty button humming against it as her large breasts bounced while Baby Face fucked her, his hard manhood drilling into her soak and wet pussy.

Mao howled, " Yes!Uh...! Thiên Chúa của tôi cảm thấy tốt...!"

(My god that feels good!)

Mai thrust her cunt harder into Jill's mouth as the two ate her. Jill toyed with Mai's folds applying how she masturbated herself to the IAA agent's womanhood. She also felt the smaller breasted woman's tits regardless. Meanwhile, Baby Face kept pumping into Jill and he stopped to take one of her breasts in his mouth her left breast even as much as it flopped around up and down. He licked the flesh and moved his tongue from left to right over to her other breast. "Oh GOD!" She cried. His throbbing member drove deeper into her pulsating walls and with a yelp of pleasure, she had an orgasm as he pressed down on her stomach. He turned her around and began to fuck her doggystyle keeping the miniskirt and even her panties part way around her ankles for his own visual pleasure as he railed into her walls. A few slaps on the ass earned not only yelps from her but also the red hand marks on her ass.

Before long, Mai screamed her voice getting somewhat gutteral yet still feminine as the double penetration of tongues got her off and she squirted a bit her pussy throbbing as she came and she thrust up as the two ate her out again as she had lay spready out in front of them.

He bent down pulling out of her a second to kiss the hand marks on her large round butt cheeks before going back inside her. He watched her ass quake and quiver before him. Jill continued to eat Mai while Mai paid special attention to Jill's breasts and embraced the brunette in a kiss.

Finally, Jill collapsed on her stomach panting her legs shaking. "I need a second..." Baby Face beckoned to Mai to come sit on his lap and she did and she began to ride him at a fast speed. He went in and out of her slower on his end not trying to blow his load too soon but Mai's style was very aggressive and her cunt was very tight and he wanted to feel her tight walls gripping him forever if possible. He watched her beautiful face as it filled with pleasure and the Eurasian took the full blooded Vietnamese's fingers into her mouth sucking on them sensually as she bounced up and down on his hog. Positioned between her creamy thighs, he entered her again with a deep thrust earning a low grunting moan from the militant bisexual as his impressive sized member filled her up. He was impressed she could take him in.

She got wetter and wetter at the feeling of his manhood going inside her. With the stroke of her clitoris by his hands and as she put her hands on his to guide him, she could feel herself getting ready to have another. "Oh god...!" She cried as she was not quite there.

"Mmmm...that's good..." She murmured as she slid up and down on his pole. She felt herself getting close. She put her legs around him wrapping them around him. Mai then pulled Jill to her to ride her faceand had Jill kissing Baby Face while Baby Face fucked Mai having switched from cowgirl to missionary. Jill yelped with more guilty pleasure as Mai began to work her magical tongue on the woman's pink entrance. Baby Face took Jill's large breasts back into his mouth gently but firmly biting on her pale pink nipple earning a deeper moan from Jill. "FUCK!" She whimpered between the sensation of his hot mouth on hr breasts and Mai's tongue swimming inside her.

Baby Face was also spurred by the moans that Mai was making as he pounded into her against Jill. Jill pulled Baby Face in for a feverish kiss. "Oohhh...!" Despite the flushing of her cheeks and the wetness of her cunt, there was a vunerabuility in Jill's eyes an uncertainty. She looked to Baby Face in his eyes as she kissed him almost as if she wanted and needed reassurance that he wasn't going to replace her.

Before long however, after about 20 minutes, Baby Face lost it and exploded inside the condom pulling out. He panted and the three of them were covered in sweat. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't sweat it...you still ate me and got me off...you both did good for your first threeway..." She said with a demonic grin. Jill tried to hide it but she was somewhat hurt that Mai had made Baby Face cum and not her. She tried to hide it, however.

10 Hours Later

"Are we gonna hit these V Ho's and Toilet Paper's or not, guys?!" Demanded T Mart as he loaded up an AK-74. "Hell yeah, fool!" Romeo stated as he cleaned up a P90. "Our boys can't really even rest in peace until we do. All the Buddhist prayer in the world aint gonna be enough util we lay these bitches in the dirt."

"You know you shouldn't speak on Buddhism if you don't know about it. Buddhism actually doesn't encourage revenge. It's about forgiveness. Christianity is more of an eye for an eye religion. I should know cause I was raised with both."

"Nah, you were raised Catholic not Christian..." Gina began. Mai rolled her eyes at the part Korean part Japanese woman. "Gina, don't give me that bullshit. Whether or not you consider it a true branch of Christianity, it IS a Christian denomination. A lot of Koreans are Catholic too. It doesn't matter that a lot of you are also presbyterian. It's still Christian andwe're not actually supposed to have denominational squabbles. Even if me and my dad didn't always see eye to eye on faith either..."

Romeo sneered. "You think I wasn't raised on that? Come on. But even monks learned self defense so armies wouldn't punk them every time, right? Maybe it doesn't go with what you believe in but you gotta admit it does bring balance. They kill our boys we go kill their. We aint from India. We don't gotta believe that eye for an eye makes the world blind shit either."

"Buddhism comes from India, though. And Gahndi was South African..."

"Fuck that..." Stated Romeo. "Don't matter where you're born. Aint changing your blood for shit. All right, since when are you a pacifist anyway? You came into our hood and honestly we thought you were just a suburbs girl or at least a square from the Midwest but you shoot guns more than a lot of people around here. Like people that don't even bang but still grow up around it and the dudes who are about it aint aint even as blood thirsty as you!"

"I'm not blood thirsty. I kill out of nessecity, not desire."

"Tell yourself whatever helps you sleep at night, sister... Stated Romeo. "Point is, I know you aint a cop cause pigs aint allowed to murder just to maintain cover but even then it makes me wonder what the fuck you did. You say you were army but now I'm thinking were you special ops? I'm just not getting why you're suddenly Ms. Peaceful. You still haven't killed that Russian motherfucker that betrayed you either? Or that Ass Teca."

"Look, I'm going with you to avenge TV and Mao the same as the rest of you are..." Gina asked her, "Well then what's your problem, Lotus? I don't get what your beef is."

"I'm just saying we shouldn't use religion to justify it is all. If we're gonna do what we're about to do, that's fine. But we should at least be honest with ourselves that we're the ones choosing this. Not God. Not Satan. Not Buddha. All right? We're outlaws. Not just to the laws of man but right now, the universe too. But we're doing what we have to do because you're right, TV didn't deserve that."

"And that's what I'm saying we gotta get your two old room mates just as much as the Psychos. And you know what? You're wrong. We CAN put it on religion you know why? It's karma. That's a Buddhist concept and we're just taking Karma into our own hands. Karma was gonna bite these bitches back either way. We're just speeding it up and personalizing it.

He then said, "Oh yeah...before I forget...these three homies just got out the pen."

He pointed to three men on the couch smoking weed. The first was a man of Blasian descent, half Chinese and half black. He had curly hair and coffee colored skin and had eyes that were more like that of his Asian side. His features were split down the middle. He wore a black t shirt and had a gold chain around his neck and a green Feuds hat and baggy blue jeans. On his right Arm were tattoos. He had the number 251, the number code for Da Nang Boyz. "That's the homie Clayton. He just got outta Eagle Bay."

He was about twenty five years old by the looks of him. The next man was one quarter Puerto Rican one quarter Italian and half Khmer. "That's the homie Sicko Green. He been up in Boilerbroke."

Sicko Green wore a green bandanna on his forehead and had a goatee. He looked Mexican to Mai but she would never have said that around Neto as he would have surely chewed her out for not being able to tell a difference. He stood about 5'9 and wore a dark blue jacket and baggy gray jeans. "Hey what's good mama?" He asked blowing smoke. "The homie rap too putting our hood on the map."

"D GANG!" They all yelled as they threw up the hand signs. Next was a Cambodian gangster wearing a black snapback who was scrawny and looked to be in his early 20's. He wore a green and silver Varsity jacket and was smoking a cigarette in addition to the weed they were smoking. "And that's my boy Young Gunz. He just got outta LS County."

"So what are you telling me for? Are they coming with?"

"Girl, hell yeah! We aint letting what happened go without an answer. That's mandatory," Stated Clayton. "I gotta fuck these punks up. They had me in the Others car up in the slammer and that shit irked me...cause we had to neighbor with these fools from Psychos..."

"Why didn't you just roll with your black side?" Asked Mai. The question seemed to take him aback a bit but he aswered, "I mean cause on one hand I'm half and half, right but I grew up in this hood. It aint like how it might have been if I'd grown up in the Insane Families hood. So since I rolled with my Asian side and I claimed DNB...it was a no brainer but I was cool with other brothas it's just..now I'm thinking maybe I should have just so I aint had to play nice with Toilet Paper's."

"Besides..." Stated Young Gunz. "TV was my boy. Those niggas got to pay for that shit. We came up together man his grandparents even be friends with mine."

"Yeah...and those V Hole bitches ran over my boy, Mao too. I heard you was the one that saved him once from the Va Ho's. I owe you big time for that. You ever need some work, need to scrape together some extra paper, just come by my studio, aight? I got you," Stated Sicko.

"So none of you are afraid to go straight back to prison?"

"Nope!" They all responded at the same time. "Aint nobody fucking with me in there I get mad love inside," Stated Sicko Green. Young Gunz nodded, "The county wasn't nothing I aint been through before. It's like a regular thing and for me that was a right of passage anyway you feel me? Manhood shit..."

"Besides..." Finished Clayton. "They expect people like us to end up right back inside within a few years. I read some statistic once on the rate of us coming back. It was a long time ago back when I first went to big boys camp so I forgot the exact number but let's just say both guards and inmates expected to see us again and most times, they're right. And whatever it is for dudes that were square before they got popped you gotta bet that it's higher out here. But like these two brothers said...you know Sicko was tighter with Mao and Gunz was tighter with TV. But to me those were both my brothers, man. So I take that shit personally. Matter of fact I overheard that shit about that Russian dude you used to roll with. Whatever happens from here on out I need to know something from you if you're rolling with us."

"What?" Asked the Vietnamese American IAA agent. "Did he do it? Did he kill either of our boys? Cause I know the Vagos and the Psychos were rolling heavy so were the Aztecas. And I wasn't there to help. And they said dude hurt you with a grenade, right?"

"Yeah...so?"

"So, did he do it?"

" He killed a lot of DNB's that day..." She said softly and all eyes were on her and all was silent to see what she would say next. "But no...he didn't kill them. That was a bad night. But we have a chance to make things right.

Khoi Thu lit a cigarette. This startled the rest of them, even Mai as she did not even notice her father was in there. It seemed that despite being retired, he was still skilled at stealth. "So, my daughter. Let me see if I understand this correctly. Because this piece of shit liar did not kill either of the two young men you are all looking to avenge today...you are going to ignore the fact that he tried to kill you?"

"He didn't try to kill me, dad. He didn't know I was there."

"Well then..." He said taking a drag. "I guess that would have made everything complely okay if he had killed you. You're my only daughter after all. But if he would have left me and your other childless with no hope for passing on our family line, that would have been okay because he didn't mean it? Just as I am sure that Stalin and Mao didn't MEAN to cause mass starvation."

"Dad is this REALLY the time to talk about grandkids? I told you I'm not ready and I'm not sure I even want them," The other Da Nang gang members smirked at this. They were used to Mai the alpha female. But her father had her on the ropes with just words. "Answer the question, Mai. Would it have been okay if he had killed you just because he didn't mean to? Kind of like when these idiots here accidentally shoot a child. Would the state still not charge them with murder?"

"Yes, they would dad and no it wouldn't be okay. But I don't even know if he's gonna be with them today. In fact I have no reason to think he is."

"Even if he's not and even if you're so caught up in your fantasy of pretend relationship with a white man, and you can't kill him, I will."

"No, you can't!" She said raising her voice. "Why not?" He asked. She was unwilling to say the IAA reason. "I can't tell you that you know that."

"Hold up. Look. I respect you for being one of the OG's that started all this. I really do. And you always will have the hood's resect for it. Just like Sanchez brothers up in prison do. But I'm the one running this set. So I say what happens."

"Is that so?" Asked Khio. He walked up to Romeo. "I'd say you're too young for leadership. Too brash. And what's with all these guys wearing green? When me and the Sanchez brothers, Johnny Pham, and Kenneth Sar didn't found the DNB's to be pawns of the Families."

"That's the way some homies think, man. Some are with it some aint."

"I'm with it..." Stated Sicko Green. "Same here, "Said Young Gunz,"

"You can't have two identities in a gang. It's already a big enough deal that we're multi national trying to survive in a war zone. There is no need to copy others. We need to respect their ways and preserve ours. I could understand Clayton doing this but even then...you don't see the Families saying sometimes they're Families and sometimes they're DNB. We have plenty of Vietnamese, Filipino, and Cambodian slang. There's a lot of it in Cypress Flats. A lot of Cambodians are here. more than just about anywhere else in the US."

"Bro, who do you think you are? You might have started this but you ran off to the Midwest within like a year, man...I'm running things here...I might be what fourth generation at this shit but I never abandoned the hood."

In a flash of speed, the older man grabbed him with his left arm choking him and grabbed a grenade from his jacket pulling the pin with his teeth and squeezed it. All of the DNB's present except for Mai pulled their guns on him. "Are you all raising your guns to an OG?" Sneered Khoi. "Do I need to spank all the rest of you too?"

"Let him go, old timer. We got love for you and all the OG's but you're pushing it. And you're forcing us to have to shoot a man in front of his daughter. I got love for Mai too and I don't want that to happen but you aint killing my boy."

"You don't want to shoot a man in front of his daughter? Well isn't that sweet of you, Baby Face. i doubt that's something any of you have had a problem with before. What's changed?" He demanded. Baby Face said nothing. "Let ,me put it another way. Do you know what the murder rate was in the 1980's? You think this city is hardcore cause of having a couple hundred a year? Even if that tops a lot of cities still, thats nothing compared to my day. 1000 murders that year. Do you know how many shootouts happened when Mai was just a baby? I was in more shootouts those first few years than any of you were in your entire lives."

"What the fuck is this shit?" Demanded T Mart. " A hostile takeover?"

"That's exactly what this is. Except I'm generous enough to leave you alive. Don't think of this as me stealing the spot from Romeo. I'm just 'holding' it for him until he's ready. And taking back what is rightfully mine until he is. After all, the Sanchez brothers are never getting out, Pham was killed I'm the last original. There's too many kids under 25 running gangs. You lead well for a man your age but that's not saying much. Our brain doesn't stop growing until age 25. This is the reason that you can't rent a car until you are that age. There needs to be an old school leader to show you the way. Somebody who has actually been in a real war zone. Not Los Santos. I arrived in this town thirty five years ago. And even back then, I'd already seen more bloodshed and shed more blood than most people in a lifetime. There are American generals that have killed less."

He looked around the room. "It's really simple. Any of you willing to die, right now, raise your hands. If you're ready to die for what you believe in, raise your hand. If you're so sure of Romeo's leadership that you would stake your life on it, prove it. Raise your hand. I'm willing to die for what I believe...that he shouldn't..." He raised his hand letting go of Romeo who coughed gasping fo air.

"Bullshit. You won't blow yourself up with your daughter in the room..." Romeo challenged. "Good point!" Stated Khoi. In a swift move of speed he opened the door, "Mai. Step outside."

"Dad, I'm not gonna let you do this. This is crazy!" Khoi replied, "That's funny. I don't remember saying you had a choice..." He pushed her out the door with his foot to the shock of the rest of them. He then slammed it shut and locked it all the while holding the live grenade. He walked back toward the group with their guns drawn. Romeo had withdrawn his pistol and was aiming at him. "Come on...some of you have free hands. Just raise one hand! If you're willing to die to keep me from taking over..."

Cherry said, "Crazy old man...one grenade won't kill us all. It might get some of us but we can spread out and som of us might get hurt. Others won't be at all. Like that briefcase bomb that was supposed to take Hitler out."

The older Hmong looked at her and smiled. "You've got a point!" He reached into his jacket and pulled the pin on another grenade. The other homegirls gasped. "Well...I think I've proven my point. I'd raise my hand but you know where I stand. So is anybody willing?"

"All right, fine. You're crazy though. And you're not long for this world. Especially since you plan on going after that ex KGB dude. I hope you two kill each other."

"All right, kids. Let's go."

Mai, Khoi, Baby Face and Cherry got into Khoi's dark brown Merit. Mai had her M4A1, her father had an old school M-16. Baby Face carried an AK-74. Cherry had a Stryker. Romeo, in anger, got into a dark blue-green Buccaneer with Gina which was her car, Or at least one she had stolen. Romeo had a Spas-12 while Gina had a Daewoo. T Mart and Clayton got into a red Tampa, 2008. T Mart had an AK-107 and Clayton had an M-16A2.

Young Gunz and Sicko Green got into a gray Manana with Kimmy and Tia. Young Gunz had an AR-15, Sicko had two Uzi's, Kimmy had two Mac-10's, and Tia had an M3 that seemed bigger than she was.

Jayna and Rachel were in a maroon Buccaneer. Jayna had an AA-12 with explosive rounds while Rachel had an MP7. In addition to the gangsters from Cypress Flats, at the request of Khoi, two carloads of Da Nang Boys from Vand Ross. a neighborhood west of Vinewood. This was where supposedly the Sanchez bros were from but Mai was uncertain if that was true or not as she had heard they were from Cypres Flats and she imagined her father knew but in any case they were founders as was he.

They drove through to Little Phnom Penh. "What we gotta do is a diversion. We need to have them looking one way while we hit them while they are distracted."

He also had an M203 mounted on his Rifle. He teted the other to make sure they understood as well their roles in this.

They pulled up some paring blocks awa from the residential area that had three houses next to each other all of which were occupied by gang members as well as pockets of them in every other house. A couple of drunken Cambodian gangsters sat outside on a porch drinking some kind of Cambodian beer. Khoi turned to Mai. "You know what to do..."

"Oh shit! The Da Nang Bitches are rolling on us!" Cried the first one, a Cambodian male with skin so dark he was nearly black with folded eyes and a mouth with a few missing teeth and he wore a silver Pounders jersey and had jet black hair. He dropped the beer bottle and it shattered. Several gang members from each house came out with weapons drawn. "Get the fuck outta our neighborhood!" Screamed one man as he fired a 12 gauge at them but Khoi, Baby Face and Cherry ducked down however, other Psychos fired upon them as well and they had to stay ducked down. "You came to our block just to die, bitch!" Screamed the man with the shotgun.

Mai, Gina, T Mart and the others snuck through the back many of whom had crept through the hood for several blocks taking back alleys. Mai found two lady Psychos out front. The first was a Cambodian woman with deep brown skin and yet light brown hair wearing a silver Pounders jersey cut down to a midriff top and blue jeans. The next was a Laotian woman of about 5 feet tall and she wore a Vice City Mambas jersey, daisy dukes shorts and a silver bandanna Mai wasted no time, firing the suppressed M4A1 striking both of them down. They had donethis mere moments before the Psychos out front started shooting. They made their way in up the back way. They really only needed to occupy one house.

Others in the house stood up from the table in the kitchen where a poker game was going on. "What the fuck is jumping?" Asked a Vietnamese Psycho as he grabbed a Glock 22 and headed out while another pulled the chips towards himself. "Man, where the fuck are you going?" Askeda Psycho of Filipino descent wearing a gray t shirt with black baggy jeans and a tattoo on his right arm that read, Psychos Till I D-I-E

"It's probably just Sly's dumb ass shooting off guns to impress some bitches again!" He called. Mai had her Butterfly knife out and at the man's throat in a flash of silver and speed. "Well...you're a bitch. Do you feel impressed?" She dragged it across his throat cutting not only the skin but the very lump under neath it and this caused a geyser of blood to spray from it. She gritted her teeth grabbing a few chips as he gurgled and she shoved them into his open wounds. Mai was pissed off that TV had died too. She had done plenty of damage to the Vagos by way of what she was doing with Lamar but the Psychos had not yet had their day of reckoning. "I hope it's worth dying for..." She hissed before kicking his troat and ripping it open more not only from the chips she had but with the spike in her boot and the chips themselves.

Baby Face grabbed a kitchen knife after he fired a round into the stomach of a Psycho of Burmese descent and he sliced his throat open as well. The gang member held his wounds in a futile manner. Baby Face grabbed the cards and picked them up from his deceased friend. Baby Face pushed some of the chips forward and said, "I'm all in. Check..."

The gang member's deck was four of a kind. "Look at that shit. A Psycho and Da Nang Boy sitting together playing cards. Who could have seen that? I got you beat though..." He had a royal flush. He then shuffled the deck and moved the dying gang members hands from his wound. He stuck a white chip in his open wound. "I'll raise you $100."

He shuffled the cards and then handed him a hand. "Check..." The gang member had a three of a kind while Baby Face had a full house. "Sorry, you lose again..." He tried to get the chip out of his throat but it was a bit further in than his fingers could reach. The gang member cried out in pain but it was more of a rattle. Romeo took a Jack card and said, "What's wrong? Got something stuck in your throat?" He scratched the chip out with the card and by then, the gang member fell over on the table blood pouring from his open wound drenching the rest of his face as a pool of blood formed around his head."Awww shit man...it went from $100 to $3."

His brutality had been inspired by Mai's. Gina it seemed, aspired to be just as brutal as she took the knife and slashed the throat of a Lady Psycho who had been ducked down in the corner and had only come in to get the male gang members more beer. "Hey look it's a pez dispenser! I used to love those. And the candy they'd have for a quarter at some places when me and my parents went out to eat..." She got an evil grin and inserted a quarter into the wound but it fell out. "Ugh...god I hate it when machines spit my quarters back at me! And now it's all bloody! If I wanted a coin to smell like copper I'd use pennies but they're fucking worthless in candy and soda machines!" She began to kick the dying Psycho's head on the ground and her throat. She actually opened her mouth letting some of the blood spray her and she lapped it up. "Mmmm...I love salt in my Fool Aid..."

The Psychos in the house were starting to know something was up and a 20 gauge was fired at them but Mai saw the shadow of the shotgun wielding enemy and she ducked down and instead the buckshot hit the freezer hitting a carton of chocolate ice cream and a frozen pizza plus a 2 lieter of Dr. Pooper that one of the gang member's had put in there to get colder faster. Mai fired a three round burst at the man as he came around the corner hitting his left wrist and the shotgun went off again and she fired another three rounds into his stomach.

Romeo fired at another, a man carrying two .45's and struck him in the chest and this time, he grabbed a handful of chips off the table and shoved them into the gang member's open mouth. He shoved the gang member into the kitchen chair and as he fell over in it sliding with five chips in his mouth, the Vietnamese gangster raised his Shotgun and fired striking him in the right cheek and the round exited his left and the chips spilled out of both sides of his mouth as well as obliterating his nose, a good chunk of both cheek bones and part of the forehead. "Now that's what I call cashing out!" He said with a smirk.

Cherry came to the gang members firing at the Da Nang Boys on the street firing her shotgun from the back she struck a Psycho in a gray bandanna that was tied bunny knot style and who wore sunglasses and a white t shirt and blue baggy jeans with white Eris sneakers. He fell face down tumbling down the steps and she fired striking a second gang member next. Gina wasted no time backing her up with the K2 spitting ten rounds into the backs of three Psychos.

As Sicko came through the house there were two more Psychos in the back, both of which had been having sex, a Vietnamese male and a Cambodian female, who was clad only in a teal bra but was bottomless yet trying to get her pants on while also carrying a Glock 18, while the man wore only black jeans and carried an AK-47. Sicko let them both have a burst of rounds, hitting the man with fourteen rounds between both of his rib cages and he hit the woman ith twelve in the stomach and two in the waist and another three in the right Cambodian female came out and it seemed she too was part of the sex orgy and another gang member, a teenager of about nineteen, a Filipino male in his boxers was there.

"Let em live...we may need hostages..." Stated Clayton. "Or human shields..."

Now that the trap was set, Khoi popped his head up at and fired the Grenade Launcher at the front porch of the house near the one Mai was in on the left and the porch exploded in a blast and killed four Psychos along with it. Psychos advanced from across the street trying to flank Khoi who seemed to be alone with Baby Face and Gina having joined Mai in the house but the truth was, he was skilled enough to cover one position by himself.

He fired again and he hit two more first was a Khmer man of about 22 with a brown goatee and brown hair and almond colored skin wearing an orange t shirt and a silver plaid button up and black jeans. The second was a woman wearing a silver blouse with some of her cleavage showing, this woman was also Cambodian. She wore blue jeans and gray platform shoes looking like she was going to go clubbing. The blast caused the young man to lose his left arm and left leg and he had his clothes burned into his skin. The woman merely lost her right did not move but the male screamed as he was burning unlike the woman who had just been blasted. He grabbed for his sidearm, a silver .45 but Khoi let him have a face full of lead.

Clayton fired hitting a Pycho with long black hair wearing a white t shirt and red shorts wounding him in the legs. He was about to finish the job when a figure came out from his right side firing a pistol. He lifted the Rifle and fired sixteen rounds in a panic. The rounds blasted away at the youth's face. The youngster fell over with his face nothing but an ugly red mass of flesh his open jaw exposed as was his teeth with the flesh that had been around his mouth and jaw all exposed. He was still moving and his tongue was there as well. The kid couldn't have been more than a teenager. Yet Clayton couldn't stand to see his face looking like this, especially seeing he was somehow alive.

He fired into the kid's brain to finish him off and then emptied the magazine into his face the rounds sawing away at what remained of the ugly remainder of what had once been his face until all the teeth were broken, the eyeballs were shot out and the cheek bones blasted away and the nose was gone as well. "FUCK!" Screamed Clayton. Mai knew that all though the gang member was down for his hood, the Blasian Da Nang Boy was traumatized at what he had just seen and done. And yet he couldn't talk to his homies about it. They might call him a punk. Mai would have offered later to listen to him but she knew he likely wouldn't because he didn't know her like that.

Still, she could see he was shaken. With a barrage of rounds, the Psychos from the neighborhood were surrounding the houses and two of the Da Nang Boyz that Khoi had called in for backup were killed instantly by a five man group of Psychos armed with Shotguns, SMG's and Assault Rifles. Kimmy, Rachel, Tia and Jayna opened fire on the five men killing them instantly.

One Psycho, an Asian man wearing a white t shirt with a gray Pounders jersey and a silver bandanna around his forehead under a silver LS cap on backwards fired a AK-47. He struck down the remaining two in the first carload letting off nineteen rounds and he aimed for another DNB member, a man of Chinese and Vietnamese descent and he struck the gang member with with rounds while spraying the rest of the magazine at his homies. Young Gunz unloaded hitting a Psycho in the heart and as he fell, four more times in the spine.

Mai had reloaded herself as she came from the house and she crouched in position. The three remaining gang members from Khoi's backup tried to get their homie to cover as the Asian rival had reloaded and was targeting them again. Mai was about thirty feet from him. She drew a bead on his chest aiming for the heart. She fired letting off a three round burst and hit the gang member. "Oh shit! This bitch hit Mugs! Get that cunt!" Screamed a lady Psycho. Mai fired another three round burst as he saw Mugs was wearing a vest but he had fallen over. As he got up, she fired again and one round hit him in the chin, one in the Adams apple and one in the left cheek going up into his head.

The Psycho that Clayton had wounded, screamed angry at Clayton either for shooting him, or the youngster who had taken the rounds for him. He screamed something in Khmer and then Hmong but Mai didn't hear it over the gunfire, He managed to hit one of the Vand Ross gangsters with two out of seven rounds. The gang member was wounded but not down, however, after the firing of an AK-47, the wounded DNG fell over with seventeen rounds in him.

The lady Psycho who had yelled about Mai, fired an M14 striking another DNB member down. Mai yelled, "We need to go! They're trying to box us in and the cops will be here soon!"

"Fuck that! See that bitch with the chopper?!" Screamed T Mart. "That's Dime from the Psychos that's another OG! That bitch killed my big homie Solid!"

"I don't care! I'm second in command to your OG that means you have to do what I say! We're outnumbered and all the damage we did will mean nothing if we don't retreat! Unless you'd like to take it up with Khoi?"

With that, they all piled into their respective vehicles and as they speed off down the street Khoi stated, "That's fine, my dear...i think we've more than proven our point."

Paul

2015

He had been doing steel work just as he had in Liberty City. He had been doing this for about three had given him his false name and new identity and passport. Since many Mohawks had the last name McComber, his new name was Corwin McComber. It sounded both strange and right to him. He had just gotten off work and was on his way back to the rez where he knew Aila and Dawn and the guys would be.

As Paul got a look at his orange vest in a reflection of a green SUV he thought about his early days doing this back in Liberty City. He remembered the foremen out there. While many from his tribe had built all the major buildings in Manhattan, there were less steel workers now. They'd been about 15% of the steel workers before where as now they were around 10%. The problem was many young Kanienkehaka men wanted the fast money so instead of working as their fathers, grandfathers and even great grandfathers, hell even great great grandfathers had, on these buildings, many turned to the sale of illegal tobacco. In some ways, at least in Haudenosaunee country, it was more lucrative than slinging even.

Just like the navajo code talkers hadn't been the majority of the soldiers in the Pacific, it was what they contributed more than anything specially more han numbers. Likewise, it ha been the quality of the 10-15% of Mohawk and other Iroquois steel workers that got shit done.

He had overheard the foreman today talking to his wife.

"You know, that Paul, kid. He's kinda goofy. I'm wondering if he's got mental problems."

"What is he crazy?"

"Nah, hes not bug eyed and still he's different."

"Have you tried talking to him?"

"I've tried but when I do he's like a robot. He barely talks.'

"Well maybe you should talk to somebody else about him?"

"Who, the architects? The union? That'll go over well. You see guys, we got this Indian guy who doesn't talk much and eats alone. He doesn't go out for beers after work, he leaves late arrives early, he does everything I tell him to and does it right. He's a real big problem. I got a couple of guys about to fail drug tests, a couple of ex Angels Of Death who aint so ex and a guy who knocked over a 24/7 but YEAH. I'm real worried about this Indian. They'll fire MY ASS."

Paul had wanted to say something and lose his job then and there but upon hearing the boss's realization of worrying about the wrong thing, he had held his tongue.

Suddenly a black Bobcat pulled up as he crossed the bridge that he knew his nation had once built in which some of the men had died building it. Two white men were inside the truck and the passenger, clearly a man of Franco Canadian ancestry with a neckbeard of blonde hair and a blonde buzz cut looking like a Viking yelled, "Va te faire foutre! Putain d'Indien!"

(Fuck you! You fucking Indian!)

Paul did not speak French but he had heard them speak it enough that he knew when they talked shit. "Come out and say it to my face, Frenchie! There's nothing between us but air!"

They both stared hard at him. He could smell the booze. "Mon tabarnak j'vais te décâlisser la yeule câlice!" Screamed the passenger.

(I'm going to beat your face in, you motherfucker!)

Paul slid his sleeve up to reveal the red and yellow Mohawk flag. "You see this? It means fuck off! Not welcome!"

The French devil tossed a beer bottle at him that missed his head as he ducked and it shattered behind him. Paul removed his Glock from his waistband cocking it. "It's illegal for you to own a firearm!" Scremed the diver.

"On sen calisse la loi!" Paul yelled back. (We don't give a fuck about the law)

He fired a shot at the tail light and the truck took off but the driver yelled, "Fuck you!" Paul hadn't planned on shooting anybody in broad day light but he was getting tired of these two. He aimed for the back of the head of the driver intent on killing him. Before he could, however, a gray Burrito pulled up alongside him and two men jumped out putting bag over his head and he tried to defend himself but they got him off guard taking his Handgun and Martial Arts training or not, you couldn't fight blind.

Just then, he felt cold steel at his head and heard the racking of a shotgun. "You motherfuckers get off me! You know who you're dealing with?!" he screamed. The man with the shotgun to his head yelled, "Tais-toi! I know you know what this is against your skull. If you talk again out of turn, you won't have a skull anymore."

"Can you say that in English? I don't speak Frog."

He was punched in the stomach and winded. "Okay, I say it in English. You talk again, the next thing that hits your belly will not be my fist."

He tried to listen to the outside areas to figure out where he was. He could hear traffic but that wasn't any indication of where he was. He knew that he must be somewhere outside the province capital since he had been on the bridge and he tried to guess where he was going based on where he was sitting and what way he was facing. From the bottom of his eyes he could see the bottom of the bag. "Pourquoi n'y a-t-il pas d'adresses civiques numérotées? Où diable sommes-nous ?!" Demanded the man who had the shotgun.

(Why aren't there any numbered street addresses? Where the fuck are we?!)

"Nous devons être perdus! C'est là que Lucifer a dit qu'il serait! Il était censé retourner à la réserve en dehors de Teranto!"

(We must be lost! This is where Lucifer said he would be! He was supposed to drive back to the reservation outside Teranto! )

"Eh bien peut-être que nous devrions demander à ce trou du cul, espèce d'idiot!"

(Well maybe we should ask this asshole then, you idiot!)

"We need to call Lucifer..."

"Why? He doesn't speak French."

Paul almost burst out laughing at that. He knew this meant that they wer afraid he'd hear them. "Hey guys...I bet I can tell you where we are."

"I told you you would die if you talked again..."

"No, i don't think I will. You have to bring me to Lucifer. But let me ask you a question. You say there are no street addresses or numbers on houses right?"

The one with the shotgun demanded, "How do you know this?!"

"Let me guess another thing...most of the vehicles are American trucks, the stop signs are in English and a language you don't recognize but none in French?"

"It says Testan..." Replied the Angel. "No it's Testan with a D sound. It should either say Testan or Testan'ne. If it says the latter you're way lost but we haven't been driving long enough to be in the Bay..."

"I thought you had his head covered?!" Demanded the driver. "I fucking do!"

"And let me guess...when you're not seeing the flag that's tattooed on my arm of a purple flag that's on my OTHER arm, you're saying American flags more than Canadian flags?"

"How the fuck do you know this?!" Screamed the Angel. "Because this means we're in Kahnwake. I'm guessing you even see a bunch of people wearing Liberty City Wrath's gear."

Just then, they heard sirens behind them and Paul laughed. "You're screwed! The police are after you!"

"That's what you think! We just have to get off the reserve and they can't follow."

Indeed, the sirens did stay on them for about ten minutes. Paul was thrown every which way in the van as they were speeding. Paul called out, "You French Canadians..did you know your ancestors were the original cuckolds?! Seriously look it up. It's the root of the word! based on laying eggs in another bird's nest! Add to that the Roman influence on France and you're really gay!"

"Shut up!" Screamed the other Angel punching him in the face. Paul wouldn't let up. "You Frenchies are so gay, you could donate your saliva to a sperm bank and give a dyke triplets on her first try with the turkey baster!" Howled Paul as if he were a proud warrior in the 1700's singing his death song after a defeat.

"SHUT UP!" Screamed The Shotgun and he hit him again winding him.

"I used to wonder how a bunch of ugly gay snails in berets and a bunch of nasty hairy bitches with a serious case of armpit pussy reproduce and now I think I cracked the code!" He bellowed. "I hope the rez cops bring the fire department to hose you fuckers down you need a bath! How is I smell better than you after hours of work?!"

Finally, they didn't have any cops on them. Unable to hear through all the noise, it seemed that one of them had been on the phone with Lucifer. He felt the van turn and they drove for another 5 minutes and stopped.

They took the bag off his head and shoved him towards Lucifer. He recognized the was a constrction site he worked on not quite in the city but ot on the rez either. He wished he had gotten some work closer to Teranto instead of here but the truth was he had nostalgia for his old home even though he had grown up on a different rez, this was where he was born and where his parents and he had been kicked from. He hoped to move back one day.

Lucifer smiled at him. "Well well..you fell right for our trap...or did you? For all you know...we were already watching you and those two drunk assholes were just a couple of men who felt that way about you...or...maybe they already did and we paid them to provide a little distraction...guess we;ll never know huh? Well you are quite the pain in my ass, kid. You know that was pretty sick what you did to my friend with the tomahawk. I thought that was just a stereotype but i guess not...you know his mother wanted an open casket funeral but you pretty much made sure that wouldn't happen. NOT COOL!"

Paul sneered. "So you got me where you want me. And on the site of the construction job I'm working no less..."

"Hell, kid it is after hours. Rest of the Mohawks went home. Thought it would only be fair to kill ya someplace sentimental..."

"Seeing as how I know I have no shot of getting out of this alive...why dont you see if you can beat me man to man? Even if I kill you...your boys will kill me afterwards."

"And what makes you think I would do that?"

Paul taunted him, "What's the matter Lucifer? Afraid to throw everything you have at me not knowing if it's enough? What kinda president are you? You got me dead to rights. I fucked up. And maybe these two faggots won't ever say anything about you being too scared to take on the guy that killed your friend and maybe your enemies will never know. It's just us here so you can spin whatever story you want."

"But...?"

"But YOU'LL know. You'll know you were too much of a coward to stand against me. You guys risk death every day whether it's on the highway or against another MC. And the one thing I respect about bikers as opposed to street gangs is you guys aren't afraid to throw chingasos..."

"What?"

Paul had almost forgotten he wasn't in San Andreas anymore. He chuckled. "Fisticuffs."

"You know what kid? You're right. You're young enough to be my son but you're a grown man. Untie him..." They did as he told. "All right kid, fair enough. Just so you know they won't let you kill me and you're right you DO have NO way out of this but maybe you can die like a man. For whatever that's worth."

He charged at Lucifer. He swung at him punching him in the face and he hit the man in the jaw. Despite them being of similar height, there was something more imposing about him than the young Mohawk. Perhaps it was his his reputation. All though Paul was in better shape than he had been when he first arrived to Los Santos, his arms were mainly the strongest thigs about him and while he was no longer fat, what he had was a thin stomach despite his broad shoulders and not so much a six pack. He threw another punch and Lucifer just laughed following up with a jab to the gut winding him.

He threw another blow blind siding Paul and he followed up with a jab to the gut again after his face jab. He then rammed into Paul knocking him over. "You little sack of shit!" Lucifer barked. "Do you know how much trouble you caused me and my boys?!"

Paul spat in his face and Lucifer kicked him in the ribs winding him again. "Fuck you..." Growled Paul. "You fucking redneck biker trash!" Lucifer smiled. "You've spent too much time in the states, kid. This aint Cowboys and Indians. There aint any rednecks up here. It's bikers and Indians and despite what you heard about us, we'll work with anybody but we don't tolerate any shit. Indian Clique? They're bigger than your gang ever will be and you know why? They're the same as us. Hell, if they just picked up some bikes we'd fucking patch them over so we'd have an official First Nations charter."

Paul yelled, "Why you don't got enough Apples in your gang? I know about out west. You guys got Metis dudes in your clubs."

"Be that as it may that only really covers the city. IC are in the city and the reserves and that's just the kind of connections that both of us need. This aint '92, kid. Maybe Angels back then did give some of you trouble. And maybe you were justified to hold that against us and start your own thing. But Christ, man. It's 2015. Let itgo already!"

"You want me to let it go?! You killed a lot of us! Your IC scouts killed Chaska! There's no way we're letting that go!" He tackled the president around the waist head butting the older man and winding him but he brought an elbow down on Paul's back and followed up with another to the back of his head but Paul took the chance to floor him grabbing him by the legs and slamming him back first to the ground. Paul followed with a hard right kick to the chest. He then followed up with a hard right blow to the jaw as Lucifer hit the ground. He stood up spitting blood from his mouth. Paul had made him bleed and luckily, though Paul was sore, he was not bleeding.

Paul intended to have him bleed more. He gave the large man a roundhouse to the chest and he dropped to one knee, his left. Paul grabbed his thick curly hair punching him in the back of the head with his right hand while holding with the left. "Fucking dead beat punk! You're dead!"

"Seems the only Dead Beat...is your father..." Spat the Angel Of Death president. Paul swung at him in a flurry of blows four, five of them catching the Caucasian male in the face but now that he was pissed, Lucifer saw this as an opening which it kicked Paul in the stomach and then grabbed his shoulders slamming him to the ground knocking the wind out of him. He tried to cry out in pain as if exhaling would relieve some of it but his mouth was silent not because he was bad ass but because his breath left him. The Angel pulled out a switchblade and smiled through his bloodied teeth. "You know...I couldn't help but notice that mole on your right cheek. That a birth mark or what? You're an otherwise handsome dude. I can see how you'd score with the pretty squaws on the rez..."

He then put his foot on Paul's chest. "By the way I didn't mean that to be racist. I'd heard that word is a derivative word for a woman's...hoo hah...in the Mohawk language. That right?"

Paul's glare confirmed it. "I'd always thought it was an Algonquin word for woman but you know how it is. Words and origins get obscured in settler accounts they meet different tribes, hear different languages...get confused. The way you must have all the first time you heard English or Dutch or Gaelic or French or even Spanish. But I never meant it as a combination of saying Redskin and Cunt. I always meant it as a woman. Hell kid...even if it did mean cunt what's wrong with that?! Cunts are great!"

Lucifer then dropped his knee into Paul's chest causing him to gasp out again feeling his lungs would explode or he would faint. Lucifer put the blade to his cheek. "But then again what do I know? I'm old school. Maybe it is offensive. I just heard you were more of an extremist when it came to First Nations views...I never use that word around my IC brothers but even when I ask them they say they don't know where it comes from but you...you're different...you're educated for a gang banger. You get a lot of reading done in that San Andrean prison, boy?"

"Yeah...mostly what I saw was the Angels taking it up the ass from the Aryan Vanguard...and we shanked you fuckers for fun...on the yards."

"I wonder...if I can collect any kind of reward for you? It was saying on the news you were dead yet here you are. An international fugitive. A convicted murderer. Now i'm not an expert in American law but i know about the double jeapordy law. They can't convict you twice for the same crime but your sentence was death and that means by the state not inmate. So you aint really served our your sentence. That reward money would do this club a lot of good. Same with the IC boys...on their rez's. They could build community centers..." He then grinned wickedly. "Or new cook houses. Whatever works."

"There's no reward yet, dumb ass they don't know I'm alive. And do you really think they'd accept me from you?"

"Kid, they might just look the other way next time Lucifer needs to pass judgement on his bastard hellions...besides...there will be a reward when they realize you're alive and that I got you..." He then said, "But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. But i gotta say that mole has got to go! Like i said...I could be wrong about a lot of things. The origins of the...S word...whether or not they'd give an old con like me money for turning in an even bigger fish like you...or whether a certain old wives tail is true..."

"What wives tail?"

"If you cut or scratch a mole...you bleed to death. Whether you live or die, it' coming off. It's just distracting me so much I can't fight!" He then beckoned to two of his men who held Paul's arms and another pinned his legs and Lucifer brought the blade to his mole. "Get off me motherfuckers! You polar bears are gonna pay!" Lucifer cut the mole off and he bled profoundly from his cheek wound. "AHHHH!" The Angel holding Paul's left arm smacked Paul in the face. "Oh we're real scared, half breed. Bet you didn't fight this much when the Mexicans butt fucked ya..."

"Let him go, boys..." The two Angels did. Lucifer had a shit eating grin on his face. "Well well...how do you feel, Paul? Woozy from blood loss? Or just that natural head rush from a good old fashioned fight?" He swung the blade at Paul to try and get him again and Paul caught his hand and tried to disarm him with his free hand but Lucifer grabbed the knife as well. Paul was strong but Lucifer had unbelievable strength and he didn't seem like he was more muscular than Paul. In fact, he wasn't. Not in his arms but Paul remembered that Lucifer's abdomen was more cut and while Paul was no longer flabby, washboard stomach wasn't as impressive as a six pack. It seemed Lucifer was putting muscle from his abdomen as well as his back and shoulders into trying to bring the knife down on Paul.

It could have also been as simple as Lucifer having been around longer than Paul and had been lifting weights for more years than he had and was more used to being this remembered his training and knew it would take brains over brawn to win. He did a leg sweep and he managed to knock Lucifer down and he hit him with a hard right hook and he got the knife but before he could, the two Angels came at him. He saw it coming this time and tried to swipe at them but he was blind sided by Lucifer and even as he did slash the Angel who had racially insulted him, the Angel took the blade from him and stabbed him in the right shoulder in the back. "AHHHHHHH! FUCK!"

The Angel growled. "Luc, if you don't kill this timber nigger, I will! I'll shove this blade right up his ass..." Lucifer warned, "You won't. He's mine. This little shit has been a thorn in my side for years. As for you, Paulie boy...what did we learn today? you taught me a lot for an enemy...the...S word is a racial slur and disrespectful to the ladies... and it doesn't mean woman or wife...so if I was to get an Indian old lady I'd be in the dog house... also learned...moles don't bleed to death...well...I guess we could see if it does but if you aint dead by now from that...I guess that was a myth too, but a blade to your wind pipe should still work."

The Angel Of Death said, "I actually appreciate getting to know what that word means. Thank you. It's important I know how to communicate with Mohawks in Mohawk country...after all...when all this is over...I imagine I'll be seeing a lot more guys like you...but the best part is they'll be with the Clique...not the Warriors. And I know how your tribe is too. I'v heard about the smugglers at the that's tax free? I always did say Indians had the best smokes. i guess that makes sense, right? But don't go thinking they'll be able to be independent. Guys like that Danyen asshole or your friend Vincent Windstorm...it's a new world order and it's gonna be just like the provinces in the Clique needs to expand more to the eastern shores. The rez's out here are untapped potential for their boys in the prison. It's all going to come together perfectly."

Lucifer pulled the blade from his shoulder and Paul screamed in agony. He stabbed him in the left foot. As Paul screamed he said, "Now...you don't look as young, kid...now you got a scar..." Paul drove a right knee into his crotch determined to fight to the death. Lucifer punched him with the knife in hand and the blade cut his wounded mole deeper and the handle smacked his forehead. Paul fell over with a bloody nose. He stabbed Paul's right foot this time.

"I gotta say...you've been a worthy enemy...but if other MC's don't have a chance against me why should you?" He jumped back onto Paul's chest and brought the knife down. Paul struggled to keep it off him when suddenly a deafening bang sounded off and Lucifer slumped over him coughing up blood on Paul's neck. "Christ...kid...where did..." He passed out before he could finish the sentence. Aila held a smoking 870. The blast had hit the man in the back and Lucifer had also taken several pellets in the left leg including his shin and thigh. One of the pellets had even hit him in the side of the face.

Paul kicked Lucifer's body off of him. "Fucker..." He growled. Before the two Angels could do anything about it, Aila filled them both with buckshot next. She fired strikng the first in the face obliterating the man's skull taking out the entire right half of it. The next man, the one who had insulted Paul, had his right knee blown out as well as his right testicle shredded by the flying bone. Aila helped Paul uop. Surprised that the short woman had the strength to haul his big ass up. Dawn was there as well. She carried an AK-47. Outside, several Angels fell over with slit throats and Shep, Chogan, Nathan, Raymond and the others all stood with knives to their throats. Raymond and Shep took out the ones they were holding. "I'd say I'm getting tired of saving your fat ass but you lost weight on , half breed..." Called out Shep with a smirk.

They got him back to Shep's place and the women had to stitch him up. "You can watch whatever the fuck you want since i got a TV in my room..." Shep sad. "Except no cooking shows, and no reality TV. No gay ass singing competition or drag queen shows either. And if you watch any sports it goddamn well better be baseball, basketball, hockey or lacrosse. I catch any American Football or Golf on my TV, you're going to the hospital. I'm sure they got better meds but worse food."

"Dude, I've always hated Football. You're preachin to the fuckin converted. As long as I can still watch animal discovery shows I'm cool. I use to hate that as much as cooking shows but i don't now."

"Why do men have to hate on cooking shows?" Dawn grumbled. "What's wrong with educational learning?"

"Yeah...cause in the old days when our women cooked up deer and fish they always needed either some yelling Italian, some fat southern white lady, some jailbird who cooks with celebrities, an angry British guy who always yells, or a bunch of chefs that handled meat cleavers in such a way that made you wonder if they're supposed to be martial artists or cooks for directions.

They looked on the news to see that across the border in the States, there was gang violence going on in Carcer City. There had just been a shootout between the Apostles and members of the BSU chapter in Carcer City, a gunfight in which four Apostles and six BSU members including some old white guy with spiked blue hair, brown eyes, an eye brow piercing, a leather jacket, was said to be some punk rocker known to be in the underground scene who hailed from the Southside of Carcer despite being a majority black and brown area he had grown up in a foremely and now partially Irish neighborhood that was getting more diverse and had been seeing crime since the prohibition days.

His name was Jonah Scottsdale. He was twenty nine. He had been a drug user as a teen growing up until he had joined the BSU. He also got into music and even though he fought alongside his brothers loved music. He was a troubled soul and some likened him to a Midwestern Kurt Cobain. He had joined BSU as a means to get clean as well.

He had somehow been a member who had started to drink again and get into drugs as he had started a band called the Cannibal Medlies that was loved around the midwest and parts of Central Canada. His BSU brothers likely would not have approved of his substance abuse but they loved his music as well at least guys from the midwest did. They had four albums s far. He had used some of his money to open a rec center in the old neighborhood to keep kids away from gangs. When people had accused him of being a gang member himself, he had denied this saying that he considered the BSU just a fraternity of music.

Just before he had died, he had shot an Apostle once in the forehead before he was shot by the gang member's brother in the right side of the neck. He had an alcohol level of 3.2 upon his death. It seemed there were scattered version as to why it happened. Some said it was because of some trouble between the BSU and the Apostles that had occured in New Arcadia. Others, said it was because he and his old friends from the BSU had tried to stop the Apostles from trying to recruit at the High School they'd gone to and at the rec center and that this lead to a gunfight.

There were commenters that suggested both theories were true and they just happened to overlap cause of timing. "What the fuck is the BSU?" Asked Shep.

"Brother Stand United. They're like a gang full of Hardcore Punk fans. Kind of They had them in Liberty City but I never actually saw any."

"Why not?" Asked Dawn. "Not a lot of punk fans in Bohan, if you know what I mean. It's really more of a Waston thing but I never been there either. I guess they like beating up skinheads and drug dealers."

"What kinda dealers?"

"Well they've been said to come ater the Lords in Waston but they never tried it in Liberty City."

"They sound like a bunch of fags that just want an excuse to wear leather pants, leather thongs and carry spiked wallets," Shep remarked. "They're like Angels or the Lost without the motorcycles," This earned a chuckle from Danny. "If they really hate skinheads so much why don't they just kill them?"

"Much as I hate Nazis, maybe it's cause they're old school?" Aila suggested. "Maybe theyre more like a 50's gang. You beat you enemy up as as much as you want but you don't kill em."

"I think people glorify gangsters from the 50's to the 70's cause of the greaser types and even the ghettos having gangs that were more like clubs that brought tire irons and chains instead of guns..." Began Raymond. "But I think they forget that just cause street gangs didn't have guns didn't mean mafias didn't. From any time period you had gangsters with guns. So it's funny to me when people talk shit about how today's generation are punks cause we got guns. What do they think the Five Families in Liberty carried sling shots? It's just reversed now cause now the mobs don't make as much noise and the streets do."

"As far as we're concerned..." Stated Shep, "The wops in this town, province, whatever, are a non factor. Not worth worrying about. And so are these BSU up drug dealers...I'd love to see that bullshit tried around here. People from the states think people up north are cowards but we're more of a factor than they are. Matter of fact, Paul, I'm surprised you didn't go make sure the Haudenosaunee rez's never have any people like that coming in."

"For a guy who says they're a non factor, you sure sound worried about it. Or at least thinking they'd even try and come this far north."

"I read about this guy Marcus Roman from down there. He's been getting into it with them."

Paul remembered that name and that Neto had fought him. Paul knew Neto wasn't dead but it seemed Roman wasn't either. Had they reached an impasse? "There's a whole article on the Roman Boyz outta New Arcadia," Aila observed. "This guy opened up some club. Going legit I guess. That's him huh? Well...the police haven' questioned him about it. I guess they figure it's too far away to be connected. Or maybe he's not connected to Carcer. What do you think, Candy Caine?' She asked addressing the half breed Mohawk. Given that she knew he had been in a racially charged place such as prison, she half expected him to use a racial slur.

In truth, Paul found it odd that a Creole made it this far. Most of the Creoles he had met in Los Santos had been rude and racist which was weird to him since Creoles were said to think they were better than darker skinned blacks and thought they were hot shit due to white blood and alleged Native blood, they had been racist to him too and other Natives too. Where they might have gotten by on light skin, they were not as intelligent at least in his eyes.

He'd been in a few fist fights in Little NEw Arcadia and he had ordered the hit there. From what Paul had seen, though he had less interaction with the male he saw the men as self involved vain closeted homosexuals that looked at themselves in the mirror more than men and he saw the women as disgusting self absorbed sluts with delusions of racial royalty. Paul was mixed and he did not think himself better than his full blooded brethren so he didn't understand why Creoles did.

Even Lil King, despite being from New Arcadia, though he sure enough had some white blood in his family tree, he had said that his family was not Creole but that other New Arcadians both white and black found it hard to believe that if he did have white blood none of it was French which begged the question if they thought only whites of French or Spanish blood and no Anglos had migrated there? Still, Paul hated the French he ever forgot how French Canadians were towards his people. From what he'd known of Lil King, he saw himself as better than Creoles too, being a darker skinned New Arcadian and he saw himself as blacker than them.

Mar did from is picture look different than most. There was a cockiness to him but not about what he looked like he imagined it was ore on what he could do. He looked like he was in the military yet he didn't at the same looked like a reincarnated Vietnam soldier.

"Hmmm..." He said. "I remember reading once about some guy in the 90's that took over cities in San Andreas. Haven't heard from him in years though. And there was some other guy in the 80's from Liberty City. He went to Vice City. Took that over too."

"So? What's that got to do with this guy?" She asked. He replied, "That's pretty much what he is. He's a millenial version of those guys. Like the Vice City guy was a baby boomer and the 90's San Andrean was Gen x. And he's just doing what they did. Big fish in a much smaller pond. He'd probably love it up here in Teranto with all the Frenchies. Right up until he realized this city's famous for Peameal Bacon Sandwich's instead of po' boy and that the sea food we do have aint going on a fuckin bun."

This got a laugh from them. "Damn Yankees..." Stated Chogan. Paul, aware of American history stated, "Being from New Arcadia, he'd probably be culturally shocked to be called that. Then again, their Cajuns came from up here. So I don't know if they're glad for that down there or really pissed they got Canada's rejects."

"Ah well. Don't matter. You two int never gonna meet he sure as fuck will never come up here. And you can't go to the states. And fuck the BSU too."

"Yeah, I know I was jut looking at the news and it's interesting thats all.'

"Well those dumb fucks in Carcer are only gonna get themselves killed. Anyway what a joke. They're not even like the other renegade gangs down know how they say gangs that start out with the intent f protecting their own race almost always ends up fighting their own people? Asked Chogan. "So?" Asked Little Joe.

"The same shit is true for gangs that claim to not deal or use drugs. They always do!"

"How do yo even know about gangs in the Soul and Kinfolk Nation anyway?" Ased Aila. Shep told her, "A few of their guys have cme up north ya know. Sold dope, even tried to smuggle shit across the border. Cheap meds too. You had a couple of the Kinfolk idiots in our prisons and even went as far as recruiting. They tried to unite this one gang from the west coast that's in the states too in the Pac NW. That didn't go so well. A little war broke out but by that time I was already about to be released. We kept ourselves out of it but we made sure it was known if they tried to recruit an R Dub, they's get cold steel in their ribs."

They wrapped his foot up and stitched it up as best as they could. Dawn told Paul to keep it elevated above his heart. "Listen...none of you told me...how you knew where I'd be..."

"Some unknown number. And a text message of you being forced into that place...I didn't know what the fuck to think. I thought it was a trap so I sent Joe to check it out just to keep a look out but keep his dustance and then I get this text saying how many of them are there."

Tanaka...son of a bitch...if you knew how many there were and where I was why didn't you help me?

Paul was told to get some rest. So he did. For two hours he slept and when he came to, he was there only with Danny. "Where's the others?" He asked.

"They went out to get some food they'll be bringing it back but since the Angels jumped you, man they wanted to stick together to be on the safe side. How you feeling, dog?" Asked the Lakot.

"It hurts like a bitch..."

"Yeah well Aila's gonna be getting you some crutches. I don't know how. Here...take some of these, bro..." He gave him some strong pain killers and a bottle of water. "So what the fuck happened? I mean how did they catch you off guard?"

"Some assholes on the bridge, man...a bridge my great grandpa helped build...they started talking shit...fuckers."

"Yeah well...you may have butted heads wih a lot of Lakota guys bro...but that's one thing we got in common. Iroquois and Sioux both mean snake and we both got the French to thank for that."

"I don't hate Lakotas..." Paul said. "I respect the beauty of the culture. It's just the kind from a certain rez outta South Yankton..."

"I know the one bro...and I get it. They act like Hasapas. They destroy themselves with the wasichu's whiskey. But those bros you ran into? The ones that act like they're better than every other tribe...better than the Crow, better than the Shoshone the Blackfoot...they aint living up to Lakota values. Humility. They're lost. I used to be a lot like that. I was fucked up off the whiskey bro. But...I thought to myself maybe we're dying so young because we drink. I remember feeling like shit one time. Worst hangover ever. And I decided then and there I never wanted that again. I been clean eighteen months. I'm not a Christian like a lot of 12 steppers are. You don't have to be. You just have to submit to a higher power. And I do. Wakan Tanka."

"That's good, Danny. On one hand, I never really was into drinking but on the other...I never had that kind of spiritual clarity. I've never had a vision quest. Never anything with the spirit."

"You will when you're ready."

"Come on, man that's such a typical thing to say..."

"It's true. Look I been walking the red road mysel. I'm not putting down the guns but I have put down the bottle. Truth is Lakotas have always been warriors so I aint sure I'm even supposed to. I think the creator wants us to fight but for what's right. It's like...you're a construction dude. Maybe it's not what you want to do forever or maybe it is...but me I want to be a medicine man...a holy man. Like Tantanka Iyotake was before he died..." He said using the Indigenous name of one of the most famous Natives that even most Non Natives had heard of. "It's like...think of all these warriors, man. These soldiers coming home from war with PTSD. You ever wonder why warriors in the old days didn't get that? We had ceremony. Cleansing ceremonies. But without that we're all fucked up. The white man's liqour isn't helping us and the Jewish man's bible aint helping us. We need ceremony. You ever been to a sweat lodge, Paul?"

"No. It's not really our custom. I mean some of our women have built them and had them but I think we either learned that from Algonquins or maybe other Sioux tribes closer to us. Maybe the Dakota?"

"You don't gotta be a Plains man to be in the ceremony. And from what I can tell about you, you got a lot of anger and a lot of sadness. I want to do a sweat with you. And even if we don't get to I think you should let somebody. And if not that, then whatever it is your tribe did do to help. Cause...prison...and these past few years has fucked you up, man. I'm not judging you. I was the same way I was drinking and huffing. But I was wrong. Destroying my mind. But the thing is...anger weakens your liver, dude."

"Maybe I will, Danny. But I can't go anywhere now...I can't even fuckin walk..."

"You will bro. You just have to let yourself heal. The body and the mind and the soul has to heal."

"You're pretty insightful for a gang banger..." Paul said with a chuckle.

"So are you. But those are just labels society puts on us. The Mounties are the biggest gang in the country. Before they called us gang bangers what did they call us?"

" Savages..." They both said at the same time. "Right...and I'm a prairie nigger and you're a timber nigger..." Stated Danny. "But we got the potential to do something bigger and better. We gotta start defending all our Oyate. Our people. What do you call the people?"

"Onkwehonwe..."

"Right...well I'm saying...we gotta be actual Warriors not gang bangers anymore. And that goes for all of us. I'm hoping some day in the future we can have peace with the IC too."

"I doubt we can, man. It's the same problem as with the Vagos and Rifas in San Andreas...we cant want it but too much has happened."

"Yeah but that's between the warriors or soldiers right? But the OG's see the light. Peace never happens with the soldiers. The soldiers are there to fight not think. OG's, chiefs whatever are the ones that gotta lead everybody and think. And what is an OG anyway but a soldier that's been there and done that and seen the folly of their way of life? A true OG has to change. Cause the ones that don't are the ones that die sooner or later. Those really old dudes that made it to old age? I promise you they got there cause they slowed down. We may not be abe to stop what happens on the streets but we can stop it for ourselves."

"If you want to be a medicine man Danny...I'd say you're already well on the way to it..."

"Truth is, Paul..I've bee one. I've lead sweats for people like me that have dealt with addiction, death, rape. I eve got accused of rape myself and I didn't do it. So. The women that knew me knew I didn't do it. They banished me from my rez but the funny thing about that is...they're saying I did all this evil shit...and yet I wasn't arrested. Just banished. And yet the people that made me a medicine man...a healer were glad when they found me because a lot of the other medicine men actually were sex offenders. So that tells me something is off there too. I don't know if I'll ever be able to go back to my own rez. It doesn't matter what the truth is if people still believe the lie. All I can do is try and help people up here. My Nakota relations up here are a lot more...right in the mind. I don't know. There' something more...liberating mentally about the Grandfather country..." He said referring to Canada.

He said, "I do want to do a sweat with you, bro..." Paul nodded. "All right. We will. And we're also gonna clear your name. We're brothers..." Paul vowed. "Hey you aint going anywhere till your crippled ass heals, buddy!" Said Danny with a laugh. "I aint crippled yet, fool..." Paul smirked.

He then had an idea. "Hey, I actually have something we could both do. You got any sage? Tobacco? Since we're both from tribes that are guests on Cree land."

He got some of both and burned it. "Now what?" Asked the Lakota.

"I can't get up...so you'll have to spread the smoke in the four directions while I give the land acknowledgment."

"Hoka hey..." Stated Danny.

(Let's do it)

"Ki'ken ohontsa iah tewatsakwarishion ne Raterontaks raotinakerasera..." Paul said with his eyes closed as Danny spread the smoke in the four directions. He repeated the phrase again, three times.

When they were done he asked, "That was beautiful man, hearing your language. What does that mean?"

"This land is the unceeded of the Tree Eaters. Algonquin country."

Danny smiled and slapped hands hugging him. He didn't say anything after that but he was glad that Paul had involved him in this.

Finally, everybody came back. They'd gotten BBQ. "Thank fuck I'm starving..." Paul said. Dawn nodded, "Good you gotta take those pain killers with food."

"You got me either E Cola or Sprunk, right? Not that Hepsi shit..." Raymond chuckled, "Hepsi is awesome bro what are you talking about?"

"Yeah we got the soda ya sugar fiend..." Said Dawn with a smile. "Well what about potato chips, bro? Like Laid potato chips or Shingles. Which is better?"

"If it's regular for me, Laid. If Barbecue, Shingles."

Little Joe joked saying, "Sure you wouldn't want a lollipop, Sweet Beefy?" Paul and Aila's face grew hot. "Yeah i heard you two you guys were loud and nasty."

"Shut up! God you're an asshole! Aila growled while the others laughed. "This isn't the 1800's where you'd have a plains marriage, fool. You don't need to stand outside the wigwam while a marriage is consumated..."

"Married? Who said anything about marriage?" Asked Shep with a curious look. "It's just a figure of expression," Aila said. "You know cause back in the day you had to wait till marriage?"

"Fuck that..." Said Shep with a mouth full of ribs. "I couldn't and I wouldn't."

"Agreed," Raymond said chucling. "The missionarieshad it wrong. Use it or lose it."

"That would't work for you, Shep. There wasn't any prisons back then to drop the soap in," Little Joe cracked. Shep beamed him with the rib bone getting BBQ sauce on his face and everybody howled with laughter.

Neto

The Road To The Road home

Neto had left New Arcadia. As far as he was concerned, he didn't have much of a reason to stay. He'd fought Mark to a standstill but now he was Ivan's problem. Whether or not La Raza would ever gain significant ground in the state would have to be seen with Ernesto in charge but Ernesto might not be in power that much longer if the carnales here wanted him dead and out there they weren't far from considering it. He looked at it as being like the United States with the IAA and the KGB and their agreement not to kill each other. it was bullshit. This was by no means a retreat either. He felt this was not his last dance with the youngest Roman but he realized that Ernesto still had time to make things right. It was only a matter of time.

Neto realized that between Ivan now being on the warpath with Mark including the Marovich Family as well, being a distraction to Mark and now again with the AV and Miguel doing what he did, it was just a matter of time. The two biggest powder kegs Ernesto had was Miguel and Cruz. He didn't know how long he would stand for what was being done with the Rifas, however. Neto also had word that one of the most notorious Sicaros in the Zero Cartel would soon be going after him and it would be when he least expected. This was not to say that Neto did not have a lot on his own plate. The Ballas, the Families, the Da Nang Boyz the Psychos the Sons Of Polyensia, all of them wanted him dead. And the Zeros were still after him too but he wasn't as much of a priority in the near future as he was a long time target of theirs but he had defected from the Madrazos and now they were staying their hand not wanting to cross into San Andreas where their enemy ran the state.

Where as Mark was closer geographically to what Neto liked to call Ground Zero and not that Liberty City bullshit in Algonquin. Anywhere that was Zero turf to Neto was Ground Zero and Mark was practically right on its border. It wasn't a matter of of them giving Neto a pass either. They still wanted him dead but Mark was more in their sights. The beauty of it was Mark had no idea it was coming. He had been keeping tabs on the shit going on down south. It was close to the chest. One of Neto's me, El Brujo had gotten ahold of a Zero Sicario who was the one to the message out. He would be visited by the Dark Man. Neto considered him more the personification of Death in some ways than himself. He was the Zero version of himself.

if Neto represented the pre Colombian personifications of death in Meso America including the Aztec and Mayan ideas of a "Grim Reaper' that would become Santa Muerte but represented in its pre Christian origins and not it's Catholic assimilatio,, then this cartel hitman was the personification after colonial contact. He was death in Revelations on a horse. With all the implications and symbolism of Judeo Christianity. Given the fact that he was a Mexican of Spanish descent rather than Indio was another symbolic thing to Neto. He had the blackest eyes he had ever seen. Even the eyes of the blackest skinned darkest eyed African looked light compared to his man had a mostly Caucasian look to him but he had been mistaken for "Brown" at least in the United States where Anglos didn't now their asshole from their elbow or their Criollos from their mestizos.

He had the look, however in his tan skin, of a man of Spanish descent with strong Moorish blood in his veins which made not only his visage fitting of the Christian idea of how death looked not only symbolic but even symbiotic. He was a mix of conquistador and Moor and so with him in the past deep in his blood, was the death and chaos that all three religions had caused. Neto also knew for a fact that despite his own brutality, and his own sure superiority in hand to hand combat, The Dark Man had killed far more people than Neto had. By at least 200 bodies. Even though Neto had been going against the Zeros early on and The Dark Man had not been one of its founders, he too, had been there from the start. He was said to be the first Sicario from the Zero Cartel that was without a military background and yet he had killed more men than any soldier Neto had served with. Nobody knew his true story.

Now he was back and he knew his soldados needed money. Times were hard after what Lee had done. Sure, it was true that most of the soldados in the barrio were most of them as capable as Lee and Link in a gunfight, and very few if any were on Mark's level, it wasn't like they all had the same resources that Mark and them did to keep making money. Sure, they had Lester and Neto was trying to get better at hacking but they didn't have an IAA agent in their pocket. Not really. Mai had done jobs with Neto before but it wasn't like she had done the Aztecas any favors even when they were all cool.

And even if she had, Neto knew the truth. Even if he could best Mark any day he wanted and even if he could probably take down all of his problems in New Arcadia, it was Ana who was the problem. It didn't matter if he was able to kill her or at the very least beat her and get his pride back. He knew that she was just a drop in the bucket but because of who she was married to, that was what made her more dangerous than what she could do on her own.

Devlin was the problem and even if Neto did have Mai to count on which he didn't, he knew having Mai on his side wouldn't be as effective as having Ana or Devlin. Though ina way, Neto almost somewhat wished that if they were going to war with the yahoos down south, it could have been in 2013. Times were simpler then. Paul was still on the streets and while he was a rookie and Neto wouldn't dare send him in hand to hand combat against Mark, he knew he was at least as good as Lee in a hand to hand and he was a decent enough shot. With Neto, Mai and Ivan to show him the ropes he had the potential to one day be a top notch assassin.

And there was Packie too. They still had Packie but it would have been easier to go up against the Romans with him on their side. But Neto had never been one to take the easy route. The harder won victory was mor satisfying. If Ivan and Packie were willing to be fodder in the war against the Roman Empire, he didn't mind. Though he disliked Ivan now, he didn't have that much of a problem with Packie. He didn't at all. he didn't like the Irishmen or hate him. But he had respect for the status the McReary's had in Liberty City not so long ago. But Neto still valued his own ass more that Packie and if he was willing to be a pawn in this game out of loyalty to their motley crew he wasn't going to stop him.

Even Ivan in this was acting like he was a king in this game or perhaps a Queen even since the Queen had all the moves. The king was weaker than the queen and it didn't really matter if Neto or Ivan was the queen or King but honestly the Queen sounded like something that Mai would be more than anything. The weirdest thing about this war was the fact that on both sides they had turn coats. Mai, at least in neto's mind was now more on Mark's side if only because of Ana. Yet on the other hand, Task wasn't on Neto's side but he wasn't fully on Mark's either. He was affiliated with busters from what Neto had learned but Neto would not fault him for that.

Even in prison, all though US Natives were often housed with or near South Siders, they stayed out of the shoe war and that was just fine. But playing both sides wasn't really staying out of it. On the other hand, however, Felix was on their side. He wasn't the most skilled BSU member but he knew enough about every former friend of his to be of some use. So just like the Cold War both sides had double agents.

Neto didn't mind the fact that Mai was playing both sides either given who she truly was. If she did want to maintain some loyalty to them she'd have to drop some bodies on the other side. Otherwise that wasn't a real double agent just a turncoat.

He stood over the freshly buried grave of Pajaro. Chela stood near him crying her eyes out. "You two...you were a thing?"

"Something like that..." She sniffed. "Me duele que se haya ido. Y fue asesinado como un animal."

(It just hurts that he's gone. And he was killed like an animal.)

"Chale, niña. Fue un animal que lo mató. Por el momento estamos esperando nuestro momento, pero volveremos contra él. No sé lo que él piensa que soy, pero tiene que estar un poco aliviado de haber dejado Nueva Arcadia."

(Chale, homegirl. It was an animal that killed him. We're biding our time for now but we will come back against him. I don't know what he thinks im up to but he has to be a bit relieved I left New Arcadia.)

The Honduran was rather distraught. They'd had the funeral already but a lot of homies still hung by his grave occasionally and left flowers, pictures, candles and wallpaper with words of farewell on them. "Lo extraño, Ikal. ¿Por qué tenía que ser terco e ir corriendo a luchar contra un chavala en una ciudad que él no conocía?"

(I miss him, Ikal. Why did he have to be stubborn and go rushing in to fight some chavala in a city he didn't know?)

He sighed. "You know why. They attacked Rancho. He was pissed off. We all were. This is honestly the second time those faggots attacked the varrio. I guess in a way...it's cause of what i did to their city. I never told Pajaro to go out there though."

Though uncharacteristic of the ruthless Sicario, Neto handed her his own bandanna to use as a hankerchief. She wiped her eyes on it but did not blow her , Neto's new dog was getting restless and whined. "Callate, chico. You're not going to the bathoom here...not on the homeboy's tomba..." He noticed a grave a few rows over and grinned. It was the final resting place of Rhino, the CGF goon that Paul had laid out. Neto walked him over to it. The Families had all kinds of things all over his grave as well. The shrine indicated either a lot of their homies didn't know Rhino was a rapist or didn't care. He allowed the dog to a pinch a loaf on the grave.

Not too far from it was the grave of Slim Skillz. Neto didn't realize they were buried here both of them but before he could do anything, Jaws urinated on the headstone. "That's a good boy, Jaws! You've earned yourself a milk biscuit when we get home," He pet the dog with the teal bandanna around his neck and the dog moved his head with the touch. He walked back over to Chela. "You know...the hurt is good..." He said.

"How? I'd give anything to not be dealing with this."

"I already told you how i lost Nenetl and Emiliano...coming into Los Santos...it was all raw. This was before i was doing the cranka. it's been three years since i lost them. The first two was hell on me but now...i don't feel anything. I barely remember Emiliano's face. It's fading from my memory."

"Yeah but...you're back on the shit..." She said, sniffing. "Yeah...well...mark once caused me to kind of overdose but...I did him dirty too. It's not like his brush with death stopped him from liking hardcore bands and white girls, did it?"

"That's not the same thing though that shit will destroy you. You don't need it to do what you do. You're a chingone without the crystal."

"i just don't smoke it now. it's purer to inject and I only do it now and ...even if i stop, it won't make me remember Emiliano's face more. And even if it did, it wouldn't bring him back from the dead. When Dia De Los Muerto happens the dead come closer to us...i can't feel his spirit the way I did Nenetl's before. But I've stayed outta graveyards these last couple years those two days. I can't bring them back from the other side. All I can do is send more people there."

He then looked at the Central American gangster. "But hey, I'm all twisted up inside. Not having the pain there anymore is a different kind of nightmare, eh. You're at least still human."

"You are too..." Chela said. "And I've fought alongside you I don't think you're evil even if a lot of people do. You've had a bad life. That's why you do what you do."

"Tienes razón, Esa. Pero no sabes cuán lejos he ido al fondo. Qué he hecho. Lo que aún voy a hacer," (You're right, Esa. But you don't know just how far off the deep end I've gone. What I've done. What I'm still going to do. )

She was silent a moment. Neto thought about what he would do to Mark. He thought about killing him but seeing as Mark was nowhere near as evil as Mookie or Fatman or as Pinto had been, he didn't deserve as brutal of a death as they had gotten but at the same time he at least had to match Pajaro blood for blood. He still neeed to suffer and anything less than that wouldnt be good enough.

He noticed a bald headed Mexican American gangster of about twenty four or maybe twenty five all tatted up. He wore a gray and white plaid button up and sunglasses and he had dark brown skin. He stood 5'10 and was fit. He greeted Chela. "Que onda, mija. What's good?"

"Who the fuck are you, cabron?" Demanded Neto. He couldn't put his finger on it but he didn't like this guy. "Tranquilo, Neto. This is a homeboy de la cliqua. Triste. He's boys with Lil Maniaco."

Helgada was there as well having just pulled up in a black Tornado. "You wanted to see me?" Neto said turning to the Azteca shot caller. "Yeah...with that shit those itches from N.A. pulled, man...seeing as they were behind the first attack with all those chavalas coming here, I thought we should go pay them back. You know the Dung Nang putos tried tagging up Demon's grave, ese. They're getting bolder with the disrespect. Shit, even some of the Samoans chucked a beer bottle at it and they don't care that was their big homie's familia."

"Why would they? Demon and Foga hated each other. But if the Uso's want to be rejoined with their homeboy, who am I to say no? All they had to was ask if they wanted to die. I consider myself an assisted suicide expert," Neto said with a grin. "Orale, Dr kevorkian...we better call the vatos from Jamestown too get them in on this. The East Siders...North Side vatos all them, homes. Cause they've been taking losses too."

"Anybody got a plan? I know i'm supposed to be the man with the plan right now but I got a lot of shit on my mind."

"Yeah, they hit up the vatos in Cypress too..." Stated Triste. "And some of our carnales down there took L's too, man. They've been killing homies and striking up AK on the wall."

"All right...the then we're gonna have to do a strike against them all down in the Flats. The Da Nang Boyz and the Psychos and the SOP's. They all rode together on our neigborhood. Now I say we do that to theirs."

Helgada was texting and he got a text back. "Shit...it looks like we're gonna need to hit the Families in the Flats too, bro. They just hit up two Vagos three days ago. That's what Listo told me."

"Shit..I got an idea..." Chela said. "A way we can fuck all of them up..."

"We'll hear you out but let's let the others get here first..."

Before long they did. Palomita was there, Listo, Pavo,, a

"Here's what I'm thinking, gente..." Stated Chela. "The Families are down near 21st street having a little party or some shit cause their homeboy touched down. Then you got the Psychos...they're getting into an illegal drag racing thing with the Yakuza. Same with the Korean mob. They'll be there."

"If we can hold off...fucking up Yakuzas and Khangpae...we should...but the Psychos are fair game..." Neto announced. He thought to himself with a smirk that even though people like Mai and Lee thought they had him figured out, they weren't even realizing he had somewhat of an understanding with the Yakuza. Just because he wasn't friends with them didn't mean he wouldn't do business and from what he heard the Triads were on the warpath against Trevor Phillips Industries so it was all the more reason to cooperate. At least for now.

"So what we give the Asian mob guys a pass? What kinda bullshit is that?" Asked Dimples. "Not a pass. We just don't fuck with their shit for now. That doesn't mean we won't still crack the whip on the Psychos. And if anything, this is a way to hurt their business with the Yakuza. If they can't keep their enemies from hunting and blasting on them at the races, they'd say they aint worth the risk."

"That's all well and good..." Stated El Pavo. "But what about those lames from the Dumb Nang Girls? We gotta give them a hard lesson in respect too."

"They got themselves an underground casino and brothel kind of deal going on. They used to run it with the Yakuzas but the Yakuza started to take more of an interest in the porno side of prostitution. Got themselves some connections with the Japanese fetish in Vinewood's porn industry as well as back in Japan but the Da Nang Boys still have their shit running more old school. They smarted up enough to move their shit off the streets but they're still running a brothel."

"That's good work, carnala...you got any ideas on how to crash these little parties?"

She said, "I got an idea on one way. With the brothel. Rumor is some Yakuza men do go there as clients sometimes. Some of them like Vietnamese girls but if you're worried about fucking up a deal with the Yakuza before you have to, you can blame it on an enemy. The Da Nang's are in no short supply of that. It doesn't really matter if the chavalas we kill know who kill them or why as long as just some survive to think it was another enemigo. That's just off on the off chance there's some Yakuza there."

"Orale. What about the Families?"

He replied, "Let me get back to you on that."

Teranto, Canada

Danny was on the road to the Western territories as he was going to do a ceremony on the Nakota rez when he spotted what looked like a car accident up ahead. He had convinced Shep, Little Joe and Chogan to come with him. Aila and Dawn stayed behind with Paul.

He pulled over, feeling obligated to help. He walked up seeing a wounded Asian woman bleeding in the road and the red Admiral she had driven was smoking. "Miss are you okay?" Before doing CPR, he wanted to see if she was responsive. Just then, four men of Chinese descent from the other car set out upon him and grabbed him pulling him to the side of the road. The woman, who was a distraction, sat up, clearly not injured. The four men removed knifes from their pants and began to cut Danny slicing his thighs. He screamed in agony and Shep, Chogan and Little Joe saw this happening.

They stabbed Danny in his stomach and chest as well.

The Triads had known he would be coming but they hadn't factored on Danny having anybody with him. Chogan and Little Joe withdrew their 9mm's and began firing on the men who had done this. This took them by struck the first two at Danny's left leg and he hit the first man with a shot to the right side of the chest and another to the neck. "YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!" He roared. Shep got his AK-47 out of the trunk and as Chogan hit the second man in the stomach, Little Joe finished him off with a round to the face.

"You fucking chink motherfuckers!" Screamed Chogan. Little Joe walked up to the female. She said, "No please! I just work at one of their brothels. They make me do it!" It was not apperent whether the Nehiyaw youth believed her or not. It didn't seem to matter either. His brown eyes were filled with grief and tears at his mortally wounded friend and anybody with a minor or a major role was guilty. He fired a round into her belly and she cried out holding her wound. She tried to grab at his face with a bloody right hand and he gritted his teeth blinking back tears as her blood smeard his left cheek. he fired again. The next round hit her four centimeters about the navel.

Shep fired his AK at a fleeing Dragon Circle goon striking him with nine rounds in the back hitting his spine. One more took three rounds in his back before diving into a purple Oracle which sped off but he fired an MP5 from inside the car back at them missing wildly due to his wounds as Shep unloaded at them. "FUCK!" He screamed. It was pouring rain down on them. He helped Danny into his truck. "Chogan...I'm gonna take his car...we gotta get rid of the car or at least clean it out...we gotta think of something..."

"We're gonna have to explain what happened...Danny's our boy man we can't just throw him in a ditch..."

"We're not but the bitch touched your face we gotta clear her outta here. The rest of them will lay where they stay. But this bitch has your DNA on her hand. We gotta make sure there's nothing left of her to find..."

He popped the trunk of Danny's car. "Please don't put me in trunk! I can't handle tight spaces..."

"My brother gets to ride with us. He's a medicine man. He was going to heal people before those sons of bitches killed him. You're nothing but road kill. You're lucky you're not tied to the roof like a deer. It's what you deserve. See you complain about it then..."

"Please...I was snuck into this country...in a car,...!"

Shep looked down at her his eyes black with revenge. "This car will be your tomb," He shut the trunk on her.

Los Santos

Lil King was asleep on the couch of Big Sway's place having stayed with the OG as he had invited him to do so. The circumstances at the end of last year that made him have to leave the house and his family were not things he liked thinking about. Sway pulled out his Shotgun and he noticed H Bomb and G Note talking. The dark skinned black youth sat up. "What up? What's the homegirl doing in Davis?"

He could tell she was furious and so was H Bomb. "Yeah...you're right. There's no choice. We gotta kill every last motherfucker in there..."

"What's cracking?" Sway had a blunt in his mouth as he cleaned his Shotgun. "Lil homie...you know your homegirl Peaches?"

"Yeah what about her?" Bomb walked in. "The AV attacked her and the homie from your set. You know the brother C Lark?" He knew of him. The homie was known as C Lark because his real name was Clark Howard. "He aint really my homie on that level I mean he's olde than me and he been in the pen most of the time I been in the city I mean I'm cool with him but I don't know him like that. CGF is a big set and the Hills is a big hood. Bigger than a lot of the wards in Narcadia. Why?"

"The Aryan Vanguard came at Peaches and Lark while they were driving up to see an auntie of hers up in Ohlone. They pulled them out of their ride, shot the homie Lark in his forehead and they beat Peaches half to death too. Only reason they aint kill her was the cops showed up before that could happen. She was taken to Mount Zonah cause honestly she was closer than Central LS. She can't even afford the bill at Central. But she was pregnant...until..a few hours ago."

"She was pregnant?" Sway was pissed abot that too. "You aint even tell me that part, bruh!" G Note as fuming and she said, "Yeah she aint even know until she passed a lump of blood and flesh into the toilet. She said it was the size of a puppy..." She had tears of rage in her eyes.

"So now...we're going Malcolm X meets Nat Turner, Ntshingwayo Khoza and Patrice Lumumba..."

"Malcolm X, huh?" Sway said. "Your boy was scared to put hands on them white boys, loc,"

H Bomb said, "Not when he was in the west coast. He saw the way police are and wanted to take action. It was Elijah Muhammad that stopped that. Im talking about unhinged Malik Shabazz on these marks. Nah, not even Malik Shabazz. Since you don't respect Islam, we'll go straight African on them. His Yoruba name was Omowale. If you think about it, anybody like us that got their mind right is an Omowale. It's time for us to stop killing each other and start killing for sistas like Peaches."

"Aight Muhammad. You the caliphate, cuz..." Said Sway forever flipping him shit. "It's khalifa, stupid. Caliphate is the government itsefl the Khalifa is the ruler. Take your ignorant black ass bac to High School," Sway chuckled. "So I can listen to some no money no pussy getting motherfucker lecture me all got damn day about the Silk Roads and how important they is? No thanks, homie."

"Look, fuck all that. I'm coming with and we're doing this shit...we're laying down all those motherfuckers including Nazi bitches too."

"You down lil homie?" Asked Sway. Lil King stood up. "Fo sho. Peaches didn't deserve none of that. And even if Lark wasn't my boy, he still didn't deserve that either. That's my hood. So I gotta ride for em. Let's roll."

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I finally decided on who should be the visual basis for Mai's father. Then it hit me. And i felt stupid for not thinking of it sooner. Gordon Liu who played Pai Mei the cruel master in Kill Bill Volume 2 as well as Johnny Mo in Kill Bill Vol 1. That dude was just so bad ass and while it is true he died in 2013 and this part of the story is 2014 I can still justify it. I loved that character Pai Mei and the way he acted just in terms of the dominant personality and how he went from one to ten so quickly, you can see how it would be him. It could really ONLY be him

So we .say goodbye to Danny, as well as Mugs who appeared in a previous chapter who was a minor Psychos character but all the same a signigicant loss. As well as H or Hector the Vago who was with Packie in GTA V. His death was somewhat based off of Brandon's death in The Sopranos, while Danny's was based on what happenes to Henry Tomasino in Mafia 2.

The people that Paul killed with Tanaka were all based on the cast of Homeland so he did the IAA a huge blow killing Claire Danes's character, Mandy Patinkin, etc. As well as the dude who was in the Strain the bald guy, that senator dick character i forget the name of in Homeland, also Dar because that guy is still alive and I'm afraid he's gonna be a karma houdini since Homeland is also ending with season 8. Plus there was that Pakistani dude they gave a pass he also is a karma houdini. The Central American dude is supposed to be Danny Galvez and since this is 2015 when this happens you can count awhatever season of homeland that was in 2015 as canon up to that point but I aint gonna go into the whole president keene thing but Paul did just smoke all those people with Tanaka. So Tanaka ma be an evil mastermind but Paul is a motherfucker too.

He sees it as his historical duty to harm the US government

The scene with Khoi Thu and the grenade was based on Ricochet when Denzel Washigton threatens some Grape Street Crips with a grenade.

As far as Mai goes, she has a strong faith as far as Buddhism but she's guarded it so far. Buddhists in general are pretty peaceful far more than any Abrahamic religions and yeah, so that you know im being objective and not just monotheist bashing, my ancestors were more violent than Buddhists too. I mean I'm not saying we killed in the name of religion but we do have a god of war that we would sacrifice captives to. With Mai, though, it's different. She's less of a Catholic than a Buddhist but she considers herself almost s a kind of pan theist in a way but at the same time her knowledge off spirituality is mostly limited to the faiths she was raised with. I should probably show and not tell this but one of the things Mai has as a personal belie is she believes Jesus married and had children with Mary Magdelene and her father rejects this as would most Christians. She also believes in the Gnostic gospels as being legit. She's def a rogue Christian and yet when it comes to Buddhism she's more in line with traditional teachings than controversial stuff like her Catholic side.

The reasn I made her have both of these upbringings is that Chinese American students that i used to hang with at lunch in HS tended to often be a mix of Buddhist and Catholic so it's not a stretch.

As for the way Paul described Kahnwake (Kahnawake) that actually is true. You find Jets and Giants gear and flags there more US flags than Canadian flags, etc. At first I thought this speaks to the fact that we had land in upstate NY and Canada but the true reason why is because of the steel worker and besides while it is true that 60% of us live in Canada and a large chunk of that is those of us who lost land after the Revolutionary war, it's not meaning hat people from the Kahnawke reserve were among these 18th century migrants. Because if any rez is represenative of the southern half of our council fire, it's more Akwesasne the rez on the NY/Canada border in Ontario. Plus the Six Nations Reserve the largest populate rez in Canada was originally NY Mohawks as well as other Haudenosaunee natins who came with Joseph Brant to Canada. So even though Six Nations Ontario Haudenosaunee/Ioquois are Canadian citizens they are descended from NY Mohawks.

The bay that Paul was referring to is not the Bay Area of California or San Andreas but rather the Bay Of Quinte which is also among our traditional territory in is true that the signs say stop in English and Kanienkeha but not French and I imagine that is also meant to be a middle finger to the French canadians in the same way that in the american south you actually have some court houses facing south in defiance of Yankees.

Mohawk men will basically spend the week days in New York City and come home for the weekend. Also all though Kahnawake is on Kanienkehaka land, the reserve itself was founded as a French mission in the 1600's. As far as French, I had said Paul doesn't speak it at least beyond a few sentences but he understands it. He doesn't lie to let French speakers know he understands though. Whether Lucifer paid those men to do that or whether they did it on their own, the fact is many French Canadians are just that way towards us. We'll probably never be friends as a whole us and them. I mean the Quebec KKK chapter was started just to retaliate against us for the Oka Uprising and along the way the KKK also decided oh yeah fuck Haitians too. So as it stands that chapter is one of the few that accepts Catolics. It would never fly in the south but South Eastern Canada, yeah.

Sicko Blue is based on Sicco Blue from Gangland, Young Guz is based on the ABZ rapper $tupid Young and Clayton is visually based on Marcus Chong who was Huey Newton in Panther and was also in the Matrix. Not that I consider the Matrix worth watching. I hate that movie so much. It spawned the red pill movement. And it just sucks.

Triste is visually based on the rapper who's all on YG's ball sack, Sad Boy Loko the "Sureno" form Santa barbara that some people honestly think raps better than Conejo.

There will be further ramifications than Mai and the DNB's realize regarding what they did to the Psychos that will impact the overall story.

Also Dr. Pooper is meant to be a spoof iof Dr Pepper especially with prunes giving you the shits and the rumor that prunes are what dr pepper is made of.

As far as Paul and Aila he hasn't meant to neglect Dawn in any way it's just been a lot of shit has happened and she and he wll talk about that next chapter/ Plus it's understandable that he needed to make up with Aila given their fight and how they had left things before. Anyway, despite what all happened with the Angels, Paul is pretty much gainfully employed as a steel worker but he'll be off his foot for a while.

As for what he did with the tobacco and sage that is a land acknowledgment it's something most traditionals in any tribe does when on the land of another tribe. If it was in Los Angeles you would do the same thing for the Chumash or the Tongva depending what part of the city you were in. And the fact that Danny did this made it all the more sad that he's gone and didn't get to be a medicine man and by the way that story Danny had on being banished from his rez is based on the story of the man he is based on Nathan Lee Chasing Horse if you read up n his rape allegations it sound sketchy to me I don't think he did it. Now Russel Means on the other hand...

Oh and Cineza is based on the Fresno Bull Dogs and Cineza the city is based on Fresno Hounds is their name. And the BOD' are based on the MOD's. I also decided to use the Bloodfeather Tong from GTA San Andreas to reprsent the Wah Ching.

The scene with Paul talking shit to the Angels in the van is based on when Tig on Sons Of Anarchy was almost kidnaped by the bail bondsmen and maybe in terms of the cocksucker jokes, a little bit off Rocco talking shit to the Russian Mob in Boondock Saints before they punched him. Forgive my typos I am seriously gonna edit it tommorow and fix it the best i can but i need a beta reader. Yesterday.

As far as what happened with Mai and Jill let's just say this will be a catalyst for why Jill went to New Arcadia for a time. There will be another reason as well but in a way even though Jill did sexually enjoy it, Jill's not really bisexual or straight so much as bi curious. She thinks shes straight she prefers men but she's afraid that if Mai or somebody like her seduced her again, she'd be unable to resist. I should have had them tribbing but I forgot. Ah well.

Also, the scene with Paul being held down by the Angels was based on Blood In Blood Out when the Aryan Vanguard took Miklo's false leg off and threw it. Also the Cineza Hound/Podenca gang member that was just wounded and not killed that was described as 5'2 is visually based on the pornstar Esperanza Diaz. She will appear in later it or not, as an ally to one of the not Ivan obviously.

As for referring to the Algonquin speaking Crees as tree eaters that was generally our word fior our Algonquin neigbor while they called us Man Eater. I'm not exactly sure why we called them that.

As far as what gang Ivan and co. lay low with to avoid the cops, I leave that up to the Ivan lay low with the Psychos, the Bloodfeather Tong, or BOD's? He would obviously do a job for whoever but if he works with the Bloodfeather he'll also be working with Sun Kang again. I wanted a drug deal gone bad mission and it's one thing to repeat the cycle of losng money and drugs but then it's like what if different people had different amounts of stolen $ and you had to track them down individually?

Also, Shingles are my parody of Pringles and Laid can be the stand in for Lays. And t prefernces stated are obviously my own. BBQ for Pringles regular for Lays. Thats minly all i do. Havent had Ruffles in years.

O before I forget, Maim Andreas is my own little pun as a reference to when people call California Killa Cali or Killafornia. And Narcadia can be this universe's counterpart to saying Nolens or Nola or Nawlins plus tell me that doesn't sound hood. I mean Zilla already made the little difficult so why not an unofficial nickname that's a play on words too?

Anyway hope you enjoyed. Till next time.