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.

70. Drowning

It had been days since Lil King's mother had been killed. The homies promised to get revenge on the Vagos for it but he had said not to. There was no point since the man who had done it was dead. Still, Lil Banks wanted to hit them back. Lil King's shoulder was in constant pain and he was depressed. He'd been numb when they buried his mother and he had tried to be a comfort to his little sister but he was so numb because he was all cried out. He'd used all his tears the days leading up to the funeral.

Flash had also expressed a desire to shoot up the funeral of the Vago who had done it. Lil King asked Lamar to make sure he didn't. He'd also heard that Gerald had been killed and it was said that the Vagos had done that so either way, it seemed revenge was the talk of the hood. He had to meet up with the homies on some other business.

G Note stood at the Del Perro Pier. She had her 9mm aimed at eight members of Most Hated. Peaches was there too with her Glock 17 trained on them. Lamar was applying the chains to them. "What the fuck is this shit?!" Demanded one of them, a shaggy haired redhead male with beady brown eyes a narrow frame and a white tank top and black jeans.

"Didn't they tell you shut the fuck up?!" Lamar growled. G Note didn't approve of it but she knew his quick temper was because he had been using coke again. He punched the man in the face. She was glad at least that he knew how to put the chains together so that two skinheads were chained up at a time.

"What the fuck? You taking us prisoner? You're not cops you stupid bitches."

Peaches stood with her Handgun raised as well. "You…you're the ones that killed my man….and my baby. I want to know who gave the hit."

"Why don't you blow me instead?" Sneered a man who was about six feet tall with a brown buzz cut and cold brown eyes. A female of about 5'5 with dark curly brown hair, blue eyes and who looked like she was a heroin addict herself sneered, "You two suck at revenge. Then again what else could I expect from a couple of hood rats?"

Peaches shot her in the left ankle. They marched them over to the side. "We know ya'll was the ones that did the shit to us. We just want to know who ordered it. "

A skinhead with blonde spiked hair and gray eyes standing at 5'10 said, "Eddie Vinke. But that doesn't matter. You won't be able to kill him. He's been at this shit for years. You think you're the first toads to try to kill him? He's been killing you assholes in and out of prison since the 90's."

"Terry, what the fuck man…?" Growled another MH 1 member. "You fuckin traitor,…." Growled the brown haired woman.

"Oh fuck all of you. He's not here. Do you think he gives a shit about us? You think he'll avenge us? We're just expandable soldiers to him until we can get made ourselves. And now because of these three that aint gonna happen."

"What made you tell me that shit?" Demanded Peaches her lip trembling. "You don't remember, do you?" He asked. "I'm the first one that hit and kicked you. If you lost a baby I'm the reason for it."

Peaches fired into his groin and he cried out in pain. She then fired into both legs and then fired another into his chest. He fell in with the other chained to him. So now, he was dying in pain and he was drowning. His friend was just drowning.

"You know why we chained ya'll together?" G Note asked. "For starters, slave ships. When you threw a sick pregnant woman overboard she would drag others with her. But I also got curious about Baba Yaga's people's history. Did you know in World War II ya'll used to chain mothers with daughters, fathers with sons, siblings with siblings and shoot one and let the body weight drown the other to save bullets? Ya'll did this to the Jews in Russia. And that's what really fucked me up too…"

She looked at them all. "See, I knew our brothers went to fight in Europe and died at a pretty high rate. Some came back but even they got lynched in the south cause the Klan feared brothers that had combat training. But as bad as we had it? You know what I found out? Ya'll killed over 24 million Russians. I don't blame them coming back as hard as they did on ya'll. That's why Nazis would look for the western front to surrender to the British or Americans. Cause you knew the Red Army was fixing to fuck you up."

"So you're okay with a bunch of commies raping German girls in the 70's for something that they didn't do and weren't alive for in the 40's?" Sneered the brown haired MH member. "That's about what I expected…." He spat in G Note's face. She responded by firing into his chain partner dragging him down into the water. "Motherfuck you!" She growled.

Peaches looked at the next ones. The brunette woman said, "What do you want to know? We're dead either way. It doesn't matter what we tell you. Most people would probably tell you something to save their lives. But I want the bullet."

"Where's Eddie Vinke?" Asked Peaches. "He's at a motel in Blaine County since he got out. I don't know which one. We just get a call from his burner telling us what to do. That first time you and the Ballas all went after us you did a lot of damage. Now this shit is just getting outta hand but he wanted your heads."

"Fine, you get the bullet…" Peaches said aiming at her head. She fired striking her in the forehead nd she fell in and her chain partner struggles splashing but went down all the same. A MH 1 who'd died his hair blue and had a nose ring sneered. "You know what? I don't care which one of us dies first. Aryan warriors don't fear death. And frankly, Eddie Vinke is a traitor. If he dies by your hands, it would serve him right."

"What does that mean?" Demanded G Note. "Only that his brother and his uncle were real men. Eddie should have been in the hat ten times over."

G Note stated, "Thank you…." She fired into his face and his partner went down screaming the entire time.

3 Hours Later

Ted Scott, a thirty one year old Caucasian male with a brown crew cut and brown eyes dressed in green army camoflauge for a jacket and a black t shirt and brown cargo pants sat at a table. He was a member of the Most Hated gang but he did not have a prison record. He was a brother they wanted to keep out of trouble so they would have more freedom in terms of criminal activity. When validated paroled AV members and validated MH1 members were unable to associate with other parolees, they used him as a go between. He sat with Lewis Rosenthal, a Jewish American member. Though Jewish, he was still considered white in prison so he was able to join.

One Day Later

It didn't take long for the homies to find out what the Most Hated goon meant. They made a plan accordingly.A dangerous plan. H Bomb and Big Sway looked at G Note with uncertainty as well as Peaches. "I don't think we should even ask them to do this, LD…." Stated the former. "I mean even if we will be right behind them this shit is a risky move."

Lamar sighed. "Look, I talked to G and this is what he said we gotta do. The homie's callous as fuck but he at least respects that what was done to Peaches? That shit's foul. We gotta get payback on her on the real, homie. And he said this the best way to go about the business."

"Yeah I hear what you're saying, cuz and I aint gonna front we did that in our hood in our day having honeys set niggas up from the other side or even another Family hood we were set tripping on but that's something I'm just not ready to do no more. Send our sisters out to be at risk? And honestly, you can disagree with me on this shit but I feel like G Note and Peaches would be more in danger than they would be setting up some Ballas. Or even a Vago! Somehow…."

"Nigga, how you gonna say that? Vagos don't even feel our women like that so it'd be no takers. They'd just shoot."

"Yeah but I'm saying something about hearing about a dude from the Vanguard that's got a thing for black women? That just doesn't sit right with me. I mean the dude Baba Yaga likes Sugar but that's a far cry from a fool with SS tatted on him, right? I aint even saying I'm down with communism per say. Tht whole everybody gets the same shit thing is weird. Cause there's a difference between equality and equity. Different needs for different people and what not but at least he aint racist. These Vanguard dudes are fucked up…"

"Yeah but how racist can this motherfucker be if he likes sistas?" Asked Peaches. "I aint gonna front…I've been with white dudes before…." Stated Peaches. This got a look of surprise from Lamar. "For real?"

"Me too…" Stated G Note. "Don't look shocked. Just cause we all rep the green I mean I still see niggas from my hood with blonde haired blue eyed breezy's. You can't say we're somehow less down for the hood just cause we might have fucked a surfer or two…"

"A surfer?! Goddamn, girl, all I ever fucked was a wigger…." Peaches said with somewhat of a chuckle. "I'm just saying I mean…we didn't have much in common but they were in good shape…"

"Ugh..I idn't need to know that. And yeah this fat ass nigga…." H Bomb said slapping his older brother on the back, "Likes white and brown girls too but I aint never strayed from blackberries, baby. Muslim or not."

"Nigga fuck you. I bee with sistas though since the 90's don't matter who I messed with before I settled. I'm a player! What I'm supposed to do be sexually repressed like ya'll? Then again you get four wives."

"Not in the states…" Shot back A Bomb.

"Hey, that's good…" G Note said. "But a lot of brothas aint like that."

"Mmm hmmm…quick to run over us to get at them Latin broads or white girls. Like it aint a sista that raised they black asses and has they back when they get jacked up by one time," Peaches sighed. "But my man…he was good people…." She looked at H Bomb and said, "But I know you good people too and on the real you my brother. Straight like that. I love you. Even if you is from another hood."

"Hey, I been cool with people from CGF for a long time…." H Bomb stated. "The 90's were chaotic but I met a lot of people from different hoods. Look, I really am worried for you two. I think there has to be another way to go about this.

"I'm down for whatever…and on some real shit? If I gotta fuck somebody before I kill them it wouldn't be the first time I did it. Like five years ago, the homies were taken forever to get at some South Side Ballas we were setting up so me and my homegirls that were setting these fools up had to really get down with them. It was either that or die. It would have been better if we'd have been the ones with the strap but this was when Stretch was running shit and that was the way he did it. So I had to ride some Baller dick…I aint a ho I'm just a survivalist you know? And I aint gonna front he was cute but he was an enemy so he had to go."

"I've never done that before…." Admitted G Note. "But I'd take that over rape or death…it's like…if I have to give it up to not have something worse happen it's cool…but why can't we be the ones that cap them up?"

"You can…" Stated H Bomb. "I don't care what Gerald said to you. Bring something. But just wait till you hear us pull up to pull out the strap."

"I don't know about all that…." Stated Lamar. "Cause the homie G did research on this fool we trying to book and he'd probably be the type to search you for a weapon."

He looked at the two homegirls. "Look, I aint saying you gotta do this if you want out you're out but G will just have two other homegirls do it. I get it if you aint up for it."

Flash on the other hand was less supportive of the idea. "Nah, cuz. I got love for you LD and I get that G Note's trying to be cool with Forum and CGF but fuck that you can't play both sides it don't work that way. G gave your ass an order. You don't do it, the homegirls will give your ass a violation."

"Hold the fuck up, nigga, aint nobody putting hands on me matter fact if you want to catch a fade with me step on up then BITCH!" Lamar stepped between the two. "Chill! Look, Flash that's our homegirl, dog. You gotta show some respect. It aint like you're getting asked to do this shit."

"I aint a woman…" He sneered as he walked out with a joint in his mouth, his eyes narrowing. "Lil young ass scrub didn't nobody ask you anything!" Peaches growled. "Shit….you know something, I been looking into that nigga. I think your boy Paul was set up by him cause I heard…."

"Look, I don't want to talk about him, okay? He's dead. Let him rest. He was….pissed at me the last time we talked."

"Who?" Asked H Bomb. "Don't worry about it…." G Note said. "Peach, just tell me about it later, aight? Look, I'm up for this shit but you don't have to."

"Nah, that was my baby those woods killed…" Stated Peaches. "And the motherfuckers that did it are still out there. We gotta go fuck them up."

"I'm down for life too…." Stated G Note. "But best believe we're bringing the strap."

"So what's the 411? How'd you find out about this dude anyway?" Asked Lil King as he nursed a Glock 19. "How you know who he be?"

"I seen him on the other side in the pen…." Stated H Bomb. "His little brother from back in the day was a little small time punk. His older brother…shit I think he's dead but I don't know fo sho aint nobody heard from him in like 5 years. This dude's name's Edward Vinke. He's AV royalty. Dudes's been down for…I don't even know how long but put it like this he was pretty much an OG when I was still a BG in my earl 20's for the set. When I went away for a dime, I saw him in there a few years later. Truth is, in a few little incidents, we squabbed."

"So what you know about him?" Inquired G Note. "I don't even think he really believes what the Vanguard does I don't know if any of them did. Morgan Vinke had the worst rep out of all of them. That man had the devil in him. He was into some real…Satanic shit. Their youngest brother might have been a bit of a redneck but he always was stupid I think he was a meth baby. But this guy Eddie, I guess he always liked sistas even before he joined the Vanguard and he had other homies of his trying to say to stop doing that and he didn't."

"So why we going after him? What's he got to do with what's been happening in the pen and on the streets?" Asked Lil King.

"He might not hate us but that doesn't stop him from killing us, little cuzzin. We're still his enemies at worst and at best 'competition' in a capitalist market. Either way, he's shown to be ruthless. He was more active in the 90's. Anyway…this fool orders hits on Families OG's behind bars. It's funny he used to hate the Ballas more in '96 but it's like within three years he suddenly focused more on us and more importantly…." He sighed.

"Sway tortured an AV soldier out here. Before dude went to hell, this guy said that Eddie Vinke was behind either one of the two attempts. He either ordered what was done to Peaches or he ordered what was done to Sugar. This guy was just a low level meth cook though so we couldn't say one way or another. All I know is, this bitch is holed up at a motel out in Sandy Shores. It's a motel that a lot of AV cats stay at when they touch down from Boilingbroke."

"So in other words, we could expect there to be a lot of woods we're gonna have to smoke…or the shit could just be as quiet as taking his ass out. That dude was in there for robbery. I'm shocked they ever let his ass out," Stated Sway.

"He's a white boy. That's why…." Lil King said.

Later, they had managed to gain access to the AV leader's had told him that they were a gift sent to him by an AV member named Butch. H Bomb had informed the two CGF women that Butch was another AV heavy hitter who did not have prejudices but all the same had joined the Vanguard when he was incarcerated because it was either that or be a lone wolf.

This made it more credible and since H Bomb had done time with both of them, it was plausible. Even though Butch was still locked up and was now on 23 hour lockdown after the last time the Vanguard had mixed it up with the Families which Bomb had been there for,it was not unheard of.

Eddie, a middle aged muscular and tattooed white guy, had still long dark brown hair that was more like a mullet the way it was cut. He had a swastika tattoo on his chest but he had assured them it was just a prison thing and not his true beliefs.

"You sure you're up for this?" He asked the two CGF women.

"Oh yeah…" G Note stated. "You a hot dog."

They undid their shirt buttons. G Note was clad in a blue lace bra and Peaches was in a sea green one. G Note stripped her blue jeans off to reveal her matching blue thong. Though G Note did not reveal this to many people, she actually was a bisexual but she was more like 80/20 with it favoring men more but she had gone down on a woman before.

Peaches, on the other hand, was straight but it seemed that she would be willing to play along for this and she had kissed a woman and felt a woman' tits before in one of her setup missions before.

Peaches had on some daisy dukes blue shorts and had been wearing a white crop top that was tied off at her breasts. He kissed G Note first, then, Peaches. G Note, in her mind, had to admit he was a pretty good kisser.

He upon, getting their clothes off, discovered that Peaches had some pubic hair. He insisted on shaving it with some clippers in the bathroom first.

G Note shot her a look and Peaches gave a look back. They both agreed to it but they seemed to have the same thought, I hope they get here soon….

Meanwhile…

Bomb was driving a car that was actually registered in his mother's He knew the probability of getting pulled over was high and he didn't want to have this happen before he could get there and to have the cops arrest him for being In possession of a stolen vehicle. What he would do was use it when he got out there, they'd kill Eddie and whoever else they needed to and jet. It was a dark blue-green Glendale and he was driving with Sway, Lamar, Passion, Lace and Envy. Lamar was up front with Sway and Bomb.

Sure enough, the police pulled him over on Vinewood Boulevard.

"Motherfucker…." Growled H Bomb and Sway at the same time. "Aint this a bitch?!" Sway cursed. "Don't trip…." Bomb stated remaining calm. "We don't got the straps on us and this car's clean, homie."

"Nigga, just cause we got the straps at a stash spot doesn't mean I was gonna let us all be naked!" He had a .357 hidden inside a green bandanna. "Man, is you stupid?!" Demanded Passion. "The fuck were you thinking?!"

Sway responded, "We got enemies everywhere! Vagos, still got beef with the East Side Ballas, Marabunta, all them. Plus what if some of those MH 1 bitches try and catch us on the rebound while we're on the way to serve their big homie?"

"What the fuck is a shitty tre five seven gonna do, cuz?" Demanded Lace. "Why is a .357 shitty, girl? It doesn't jam up and the shells don't get ejected," Responded Sway.

"Everybody shut the fuck up," Bomb said. The officer was a bald light skinned African American and his partner was also but darker skinned. H Bomb handed over his registrations. He was told that he had a busted right tail light. "Whose car is this?" The cop demanded. "It's my car officer but it's just in my mother's name."

"But your last names don't match."

"Without missing a beat, H Bomb said, "Yeah that's cause she was just remarried."

"All right, all of you out of the car."

The darker skinned officer was in his fifties and had graying black hair. He began to search the car. "Officer, I don't consent to a search. I know my rights."

"Shut up and put your hands on your head, spread your legs and interlock your fingers!"

Lamar was coming down and without his gun, so he was starting to break down. "Homie you better cool out with all that crying, nigga..." Sway warned. "You done been to the county before and the big house."

The bald cop heard the whispering. "Didn't I tell ya'll to shut up? Speak when you're spoken to. Something's very off about you niggas. Matter fact I'm gonna want all your ID's in a second..."

"All this for a tail light?!" Bomb protested. "Son, you heard the man!" The curly haired officer yelled. "SHUT UP!" Lamar whispered, "Man, Hassan, just shut up, man..." H Bomb was having an angry look in his eyes and he knew Lamar was more than likely coming down off more than just coke. Lil King saw that the Uncle Tom officer was about to find the Revolver if he kept looking. Sure, it would be better for an attorney that even if the cops found something illegal, it could be said that Hassan flexed his rights but the truth was, whether they were to beat that case or not, it woldn't matter becuse they'd all be downtown instead of helping G Note and Peaches.

Lil King began to fake a cough and he did so very hard. "What's your problem?!" Demanded the older officer. "I'm sorry sir..." Lil King said. "Just allergies."

"If that's true you shouldn't be out and about..." Just before he went back to searching, the radio stated that a 2-11 was in progress on Eclipse Boulevard at some electronics store. The bald officer said their unit would respond. He told them, "You're free to go."

They got back in their car and Lamar got ready to get back up front. "Get your crybaby ass in the back..." Stated Big Sway. "I aint moving over for no bitches..."

"What?" Lamar said in surprise. "You heard my brother, man. Get your ass in the back. These females rolling with us and the little homie got more heart than you. You should really let Franklin run Forum Gangstas man cause you're a punk and frankly I'm tired of junkies, bro. You claim to be an OG but you act like a BG. No goddamn sense."

"Fuck tat I'm riding up front..." Lamar said. "I don't give a fuck what you say!" H Bomb said raising his voice. "You get your ass in the back or you walk home or get your ass beat!" Lamar, not wanting to fight, got in the back. "Yo King. Get your ass in the front, homeboy."

They got in. Lace asked, "Aight, Sway where the straps at? Cause a Magnum aint gonna be enough for however many motherfuckers they got up there/

At the same time, Peaches lay on her back while Eddie fingered her and he sucked it off as her legs were spread laying on the bed. Every now and then, his tongue darting up and licking her asshole earning a moan of surpriseAt the same time, G Note sucked Eddie's cock. Her tongue was hot and wet and she kept flicking it over the head, irritating him. All the while he was calling her a nasty whore, a bitch with gritted teeth.

Before long, he had Peaches lapping at G Note's womanhood, running her tongue up from her labia to her clit earning a shudder from the light yellowish brown skinned woman. "Fuck…." She moaned. She moved it down and he said, "That's it….lick it….now lick that bitches asshole…." He commanded. She didn't want to but it was clean and well, they were pretending to be escorts.

All though she could not deny that her homegirl's tongue felt amazing even as it moved down, into that weird sensation that shocked her earning a loud, ""Oooohhhh!" Just as it had Peaches, G Note, with her face reddening and her mout open, couldn't help but think about the .45 she had tucked up in her purse and how easy it would be to end him.

Sure, the homeboys would be pissed and it would be potentially dangerous, two black girls killing a Vanguard shot caller in a motel where at least seven more rooms besides this one were rented by active AV members, was a risk and if they did this too soon, they would not have back up.

He soon was fucking G Note while Peaches sucked his balls, lacking at them. G Note moaned, her cunt soaking wet despite not wanting to be aroused, there was something about the man that turned her on, a primal dominance and danger that she could not explain. His cock slid in too easily. Her juices wet as well as Peaches saliva. He laid Peaches, and his tongue began to explore her womanhood even as he continued to penetrate into G Note's walls.

The song Photograph by Def Leapard blasted as this went on. At the same time, G Note began to pay attention to Peaches as well, her tongue lapping out at her folds as she lay spread out on the bed. Eddie cupped G Note's left breast as he penetrated her. She was glad he was at least wearing a condom. Even though G Note had been to prison herself, she still felt that men who had been in prison were more of a risk to have sex with than a man on the outside.

His tongue focused on the upper part of her entrance up to her clit while she made her move down to the lower nerve endings. Soon, he wanted to switch up. He was now having Peaches ride him while G Note rode his face. His mustache tickled her womanhood and she let out an involuntary giggle.

Peaches cried out letting out high squeals as he went deeper and deeper into her cervix. He slapped her ass hard and she let out a yelp and it almost sounded like she liked it. Within ten minutes, he had them eat each other out and she noticed that the man had a dildo. G Note had been thinking of reaching for it then and there but upon seeing it she had to fight with everything in her to not bust out laughing that he had one.

But they were game for now. Peaches spread her legs as G Note began to fuck her with the greased dildo. G Note whimpered as the thing went in deeper and deeper and she let out a gasp, realizing that as much as she wasn't sure how she felt about doing this with a friend, she realized she would rather be fucking her than him. She wondered if Peaches felt the same way. "Faster….." She whimpered as Peaches slid the toy in and out of G Note's womanhood. "I got you baby…" Peaches said in a soft voice.

Finally, G Note had an orgasm her juices soaking the toy. "I want you two…to eat each other…" Eddie said with a creepy leer. They did. G Note and Peaches began to go at each other as if they were regular lovers.

At the same time, however, Eddie decided to push Peaches away from G Note's cunt. He began to start licking and biting at her pink soft flower while Peaches spread her ass and sat on G Note's face while fingering her own clit. G Note hungrily tongued Peaches her wet pink tongue going into her soaked entrance.

Peaches reached down and squeezed G Note's firm brown breasts. Eddie, however was biting hard gnawing at her cunt and she started to tense up. "Relax…" He said soothingly. She squealed starting to pull away her right hand fumbling for her purse reaching for the Handgun.

Peaches, thinking that G Note is coming, grinds her own cunt harder into G Note's mouth smothering her screams but when Eddie looked up at Peaches, blood covering his face, meat and pubic hair hanging from his mouth,blood pumping from G Note's torn cunt, the AV gangster felt the other CGF girl's rush of terror.

He had mace on the side of the bed and just as Peaches had managed to get her pistol from her purse, he had sprayed them both blinding them both and he took the gun from Peaches and knocked the purse out of G Note's reach as well.

He also had a nail gun and he used it to knock both women unconscious.

Peaches awoke to find herself tied up, nent over the sode of the bed on her bac, her face covered with blood because Eddie had cut her lips off with a pair of nail scissors. G Note was tied up with a pair of suspenders that Eddie wore often for his work as he did construction work for his parole job. She was on the other side of the bed moaning with fear, immobilized by the monster of reality.

He wanted her to watch what he was going to do to G Note and he had her propped up in a way that made this unavoidable. Now the song Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leopard blasted. He was also filming this with a minature camera that took 9.5mm film and had a 15mm f/3.5 lens and an exposure meter and a built in neutral density filter that sit on a tripod.

He started skinning Peaches little by little making incisions with a steak knife and ripping bits of flesh off her lgs and stomach while she screamed in vain begging for mercy in a high thin voice. "I hope you realize your punishment will be light compared to what I've got planned for the other one…." He said. "You ladies are sexually….generous. You weren't intimidated by my prison tattoos. And I didn't judge you for yours. You're both from Strawberry, right?"

They were both whimpering in fear and pain. "And I know that Families and Ballas are not above using their own women for prostitution. So I don't know why gang documentaries make it seem like women are equal. That said, I admire your courage. But your mistake wasn't getting 'down' with an AV brother. It's that I'm the grim reaper himself. I got a brother…used to be known as Sandman….you heard of him?"

They both shook their heads eyes full of tears. He kept spraying Peaches with mace and then proceeded to cut her fingers off with the nail scissors. Finally, he poured acid on her belly and genitals but none of thee had come close to killing her. He resorted to stabbing her in the throat and eventually the knife broke of in what was left of her neck, stuck on bone and he stopped.

While G Note watched, he began to saw her head off with a hacksaw, torrents of blood splashing against the walls, even the ceiling, he held her head up as if it were a prize. He took his cock, purple with stiffness and lowered Peaches head to his lap pushing it into her bloody mouth and began fucking it until he ejaculated, exploding into it. Afterwards, he was so hard he began walking around the room carruing the head feeling warm and weightless around his dick.

This was amusing to him for a while but then he needed to rest so he removed the head and set it on top of G Note's purse. He sat in the chair, naked, watching Republican Space rangers for a while and had got a Pisswasser from the fridge.

After the episode was over, he put the music back on. He was now telling G Note, "I'll let you go…shhhh….." As he gently stroked her face which was slick, owing to tears and mace. It burned him as she looked up hopefully for a moment before she looked and saw the lit match he had in his hand that he had torn from a matchbook and he lowered it to her eyes which she, on instinct, closed singeing both eyelashes and brows and she screamed through the mouth gag. He decided to use a lighter instead and it held it to both eye sockets making sure they stayed open with his fingers burning his pinky and thumb in the process.

He did this until both eyeballs burst. While she was still conscious, he turned her over and spread her ass cheeks and he nailed the dildo, which he had tied to a board deep into her rectum using the nail gun. He then began to cut off all the flesh from her mouth using the power drill with a detachable massive head while she hopelessly protested. Once he was satisfied with the size of the hole he created as wide as possible,a reddish black tunnel of twisted tongue and loosened teeth.

He forced his hand down, deep into her throat until it vanished up to his wrist all the while her head shook uncontrollably but she couldn't bite down since the power drill had ripped her teeth out of her gums, he grabbed at the veins lodged there like tubes and yanked on them violently through her open mouth until her neck caved in. The skin tightened and split, though there was little blood.

Most of the neck innards innards', including the jugular, hung out of her mouth and her whole body started twitching, like a roach on its back, shaking spasmodically, her melted eyes running down her face mixing with the tears and mace. Quickly, he turned out the lights and in the dark before she died. He then cut her stomach open and ripped it out with his bare hands.

He couldn't tell what he was doing but it was making wet snapping sounds and his hands were hot and covered with something. Part of the body of Peaches had sunken in and her ribs jutted out, most broken in half, from what was left of her stomach, both breasts having been pierced by them.

He dipped his hand on the wall of the motel room turning the lights back on and he wrote I Am Back in G Note's blood. With a wicked grin, he got dressed and went outside beckoning to two AV associates who had rolled with the Vanguard inside but had not done enough to impress them to join. He whistled to them. "You boys wanna make some money?" He asked, knowing he needed to get rid of the two corpses.

After that, it would be time to make sure that the Families got that video. Nobody really used these kinds of cameras anymore but he figured they must have some OG's in the neighborhood that would have the ability to see what was on it.

"Sure thing!" Stated a skinhead wearing a white wife beater and black jeans. "Jesus Christ, Ed! The fuck happened in here?!" He cried when they got in and were exposed to the smell. "Can't ya smell the love in the air, boy?" Replied the AV leader.

Ivan

He showed up to Kuma's place. Vasily was there as well. "Comrade it's bee a long time."

He shook hands with the fellow Communist. "Yes it has. Why haven't you been around? We could have been looking for your father all this time!"

Mai

2011

Mai stole a glance at Freddy Owl Child. He was tall dark and handsome. He was a moderate brown shade but yet his skin had a yellowish tint to it. He had a big forehead and an aquiline nose, large white teeth and jet black hair. They were now on a mision together, undercover. Both had served in the Army before hand and Owl Child had already spoken Arabic during the war.

She had liked him as a friend because out of all the people in their platoon, he was the only other person from the Midwest and she found this surprising. Sure,there were people from th southern plains states but that was a different culture on its own and had more elements of the south and somewhat of the west.

The true Midwest, at least in her mind was where she was from with cold winters harsh and yet unbearable hot summers. With Angus, he was from the last state that really counted as the midwest before it became the Northwest. Montana and Mai had studied Native Americans in class and she had known many Lakotas back in her state and how in Montana they won the Battle Of Little Bighorn along with the Cheyenne and Arapaho but really, the tribes most associated with the state was his.

He was a Blackfoot. Pukuni to be exact. They had always just been friends and they had fought together but she had to admit she had a growing interest. Now in later years, she had come to find out that while Angus preferred Indigenous women, around the time of his military age and somewhat in college he'd dated some white women. He hadn't really been exposed to Asian women until the military.

Mai had complained to him about being fetishized by white guys and he understood. He had said it was the same with the four white women he'd been with. He had grudgingly admitted however, that he had slept with some East Asian women in the militay and even during operations for the IAA.

It had been part of the job in a few cases but he said he would be lying if he were to say he didn't enjoy it. Even while admitting this and while mai wondeed if that was borderline fetish she had to admit she had been curious as well what Native men were like. She had always liked the dark skin and long black hair. She had once made the mistake of saying to him that some Natives looked like taller darker Asians. He had not liked that so she had apologized though she had never understood why so many Natives did not want to be Asian. She percieved it as a slight against Asians.

As far as he went though she had pried him one night after they both had a few drinks to divulge what kind of Asian women he had been with so far. He had told her that he had been with a Japanese woman, a Korean woman a Thai, a Taiwanese woman and a woman from southern China. He had never been with a woman from Northern Chinese descent however and he understood there was a major difference. Other Asian IAA agents had looked at him with interest, those less sure if he liked Asian women but Mai knew for a fact he at least liked them more than white women.

Strangely, Asian women liked him more than white guys even though this was not so much somethig one could apply to the entire race but just him. They liked it when he picked them up. They liked the tall man short woman experience.

He had also divulged that he had never been with a Vietnamese woman American or otherwise. When Mai heard this, her eyebrows had raised behind her sunglasses.

But now, they were in a mission to Indonesia. He had been undercover for sixteen months. He spoke several languages, including Pukuni and he could speak the Plains Cree language and Shoshone as well as but he also spoke Arabic, Indonesian and could also speak German though not too fluently. All though he was big and from the United States and Native American, he had been pretending to be from the US, a Javanese American. They looked less Asiatic than the average Mongoloids in the country and he spoke the language.

Mai wore a white head covering and a white sweater and black pants. Luckily, Mai could speak Vietnamese, Hmong, a little bit of Chinese, fluent Arabic. He had briefed was to act as a Vietnamese national. She was supposed to be a Muslim who had escaped her own country due to Socialist persecution of foreign religions. She was to pass as his wife. "Mengapa kamu membawanya ke sini? Saya mengatakan kepada Anda bahwa kami tidak memberi tahu pasangan atau keluarga kami tentang hal ini!" The leader, an Asian male with a bit of Arab in his blood demanded. His name was Abung Darma Aziz.

He was the leader of a terror cell. Freddy had infiltrated them to find out what they would be up to. Today was said to be the day they would carry out their attack.

"(Why have you brought her here? I told you that we were to tell none of our spouses or our family about this!)

"Kamu tidak mengerti. Allah menghendaki kita untuk bersama. Saya membantunya melarikan diri dari negara dan kami menikah empat tahun lalu. Kami berpisah seperti yang saya katakan! Ketika saya memasuki surga, saya ingin dia bersamaku. Saya mengatakan kepadanya bahwa dia bisa ikut dengan saya ke Janna.""

(You don't understand. Allah willed us to be together. I helped her escape the country and we were married four years ago. We were split up as I told you! When I enter paradise, I want her to be with me. I told her she can come with me to Janna.)

"I should kill you where you stand..." Declared Abung aiming his Glock 22 at Freddy. Freddy, ever calm under pressure, remained so. "If this is what must happen, then so be it. Allah will still grant me and her entrance into paradise. Even if we are not successful and were not to be martyred today, you killing us for dying what we believe in would grant us Allah's grace and mercy. He knows what is in his heart."

The cell leader pressed the barrel to his right cheek. "Do not presume you know what Allah is thinking! Allah knows everything you do! But...you are right..." He said taking the gun away. "Allah can see into the heart of a true believer. Your dedication and your lovely wife's dedication is a sign to your true faith. You will surely be in paradise today. I only wish that i knew for certain Allah would forgive me of all of my sins."

Another cell member, Cahaya Daud, a man with more Arab blood than Javanese stated, "Brother why would he not forgive? Allah is most forgiving and merciful. You are a holy warrior. If sister Fai Lin is willing to also be a martyr for God, it is rightous. We are ALL holy warriors."

"I know, brother but when one knows the end of this life of poverty and oppression is near, one starts to think of the things he has done in this life to survive. Before I cme back to God, I moved dugs. Who knows how many died for the poison I sent back to the streets? An the men I killed in prison. Many times it was for petty reasons..."

"If you have truly repented, then he has already forgiven you..." Mai assured him.

"She is right, brother..." Stated Freddy. "Besides, we have funded our operations on heroin. If the kaffirs choose to inject themselves with such poison then they are already lost. No good Muslim would put the needle in their arm."

The cell leader eyed Freddy. "Your words are true, my friend. Though a bit callous. I worry that you may have los compassion for those that are lost? I was one of them before i found God. How many more could have lived and could have served our creator if only men like me had not sold them poison?"

Packie

He was still resting up. It had been almost a month or so maybe more since the shooting on St Patrick's Day. He had very nearly died of the gunshot wound to the stomach. He was laying on the couch of Gordon's apartment as the man now stayed in the Upper West Side in Purgatory. Just then there was a knock. Gordon, Liam and Donovan anwered, the two brothers with pistols on the face of the man at the door and Gordon with his shotgun aimed at him. "I'm here to see Packie. I'm an old friend."

Packie recognized the Serbian accent. "You aint got any friends here."

"I was you...I'd get the fuck outta here before we start shooting..." Warned Liam. "Fuck that. This Slavic asshole had the balls to show his face around here. Get in here!" He dragged Niko in and then hit him in the ribs with the shotgun. "Give me one reason I shouldn't have you killed, Niko," Packie said with a snarl. "i know what you want. I saw the news with those cops. You're a person of interest. They're also looking into their other cases over the last several years. More recent ones. They're interviewing men they helped put away. Plus I have your brother on speed dial."

"Why should I trust you? Last time I trusted you, you killed Derrick for that rat motherfucker!" Packie screamed. "DERRICK trusted your worthless ass!"

"I can do what you can't. I can get close to him/ You're wanted by the LCPD. And yet you come back. You know, Francis contacted me after that shooting on St Patrick's Day. He suspects you. There's going to be FIB from all over the country looking into it. You're the number one suspect as far as the commisioner is concerned but as of now he doesn't have any evidence. He's going to crack down on Irish American crime in the city until one of them cracks and gives him your name. I can get close to him and I can kill him for you. Just like I killed Derrick for him."

Packie punched him in the face. "You think I'd let you do that?! If anybody is gonna put that cocksucker in the ground it's me! My brother is in prison and it's his fault too. It was always him and my dad that kept our family apart!"

Niko wiped the blood from his lips. "Fine. But I can still lure him out in the open to meet me and you can kill him. Just bear it in mind. You're the boss of the McReary crime family even if Gordon is the de facto leader. Say what you will about me but everybody who knows anything about me and what I've done in this city knows that while I was active for a while, I have been retired from criminal activity for almost ten years."

Niko looked at the angry Irishman. "You and me, we survived a lot together. I saved your life in Bohan for Elizabeta. We had each other's backs countless times against the mob. We survived the biggest bank robbery in this city's history. We killed Derrick's enemies together. We had a lot of fun too. Nights of drinking, darts, bowling. I miss you, man. I miss my old friend and I'm willing to help you make things right."

"The only thing that would make this right would be you and Frankie in the ground with Katie, Ma and Derrick! So what we had a lot of good times? What you think that matters? You think that I'm afraid to pull the trigger?"

"Just hear me out. We can still get him back..."

2009

Stanford lit a Redwood. He was dressed in all black including a ski mask that was made to look like a beanie. "You know, we put a lot on the line for you McReary's..." He said taking a drag. "But if you're gonna do business with...well how do I put it...those 'uptown' assholes...I aint so sure we can secure protection for your brother."

"What fuckin protection? He got beat up! Yeah you guys helped him stab a guy but since he did that for the benefit of a prison gang, any appeal he had is down the drain. He's in for life and he's in ad seg cause of your 'brothers' in there. Meanwhile, my real brother hasn't been able to see his daughters in over a year."

"You just remember one thing, McReary..." Stanford said with a scowl. "We still run that car in there. I'm not gonna deny that you Westie boys have a lot of power cause you do but you lack numbers. We don't. Twenty three hour lockdown or not...a man can still get hit. And you better remember something else. We've had business dealing with the mafia in the past too. Now...we were willing to say that doesn't matter cause the Ancelotti's are a joke and it's the Gambettis and the Pavanos we mostly deal with. But they're still part of the commission. They let us hit those Anceolotti pricks and they blamed it on the bikers among themselves feeding Giovanni's old soldiers bullshit. Plus they're looked down upon for dealing with Hove Beach. But I can always make one phone call and the brotherhood will make our understanding with the Five Families even stronger and let them take a whack at your brother."

"Why do you even give a shit?! Vanguard soldiers do business with guys from North Holland and Bohan all the time. I've seen your friends put money over ideology. "

"i know. A lot of people get blind by capital gain and miss what's really important. I don't agree with everybody I've ever done business with but in the past I've had to back the play of my brothers or it was my ass. The good of the many over the good of the few and all that shit. But when it comes to Gerry, it's my call. I was the one that made that deal for you. I don't want a West Side man I'm gonna be in business with doing business with the enemy. I get that you hate the mafia but come the fuck on. Have a little pride. You think up in Waston it's okay for Southie boys even on the outside to do business with dealers from Rockford?"

"I wouldn't know. I haven't been there."

"The answer is no. Think about it. Do you ever hear about your neighborhood in Purgatory the old McReary spot...was it ever as bad as the projects in Joilet down in Bohan? Ever as run down and full of addicts as North Holland? And if you go up to Waston I promise you Rockford is and always has bee a worse place to be than South Waston. Sure, people got killed, dope got sold but the neighborhood was still taken care of. There was still a sense of pride. The same goes for Little Italy. You think the Commission would ever allow Little Italy to look like the goddamn Firefly Projects?"

"Don't pretend this is about what the neighborhood looks like...say what you really mean!'

"I already said where I stand on that. Besides, we're also talking about the state of a neighborhood. How can you respect anybody that doesn't respect where they live? You know...Dwayne's predescessor...Playboy X? I'll admit. He did business with us inside. And for being who he was, he was at least a realist. And truth be told, he lived in the gentrified cleaned up part of North Holland. You know why? Cause he's smart. He didn't want to be too far away from where everything was but he wasn't in the battle grounds either. Your boy Dwayne is a fuckin moron. Piece of shit can't even read. He had a drug addiction and he's living in a Dominican barrio he doesn't even control. "

"Why do you hate him so much? Did he kick your ass or something? And how would you know he can't read? You're just assuming he can't just cause..."

"Get da fuck outta here. You didn't know he couldn't read?" Stanford chuckled as he cut the Irish mobster off blowing smoke. "Yeah. You should see his text messages. We had his cell phone number cloned just in case he became more of a problem. And get over yourself. He couldn't kick my ass on his best day. But he did assault some of my brothers when he was locked up. He did it before he got out too. Now if he'd been caught he'd have gotten more time but the guards didn't see it. We knew about it and we were gonna have him hit the day he got out but he kept his date a secret..."

"Guess he aint as dumb as you thought, eh boyo?"

"Yeah and you aint as smart as you thought. We cloned his number cause we have friends in the LCPD. Friends who are friends of Francis. We know Niko is the one who plugged Playboy too on his say so. I know you want to kill the Slav too but you know, at any time, we could also have our friends on law enfocement that know he killed Playboy and Niko would be arrested. Of course they'd put him i PC whether he wanted it or not and nobody you know would ever be able to get to him. Not even Gerry. I'm telling you...I can fuck up your way of life in more ways than you realize."

Packie, having spent muusteinway which had both Irish Americans and German Americans, knew a little bit of German or at least a few words. "You guys are weird. Just like your forefathers. You'd be willing to lock up or even shank a slav over Playboy? But you belittle me for having a friendship with Dwayne?"

"What would you know about my forefathers, boy?" Asked Stanford with a sneer. "You idiots always hated Slavs more than Schwarze. Even though you considered both to be Untermensch. Even though a guy like Niko looks like he could be your cousin. You guys ave your own little sense of morality, broham but it aint fuckin consistent. Even historians can't figure that shit out."

"You can say what you want, Packie. You can even think what you want. But I'm giving you an ultimatum. I don't have anybody left in your family on the outside I can fuck with but Gerry's in our hands."

Packie pulled out his Handgun pressing it against his chest. "What if I just kill you right here and now motherfucker? What would you say then?"

"If you kill me then I'll be dead. And so will Gerry. We're being watched right now. If I don't leave this place healthy as a horse, our pair of eyes makes a call to Alderney Correctional Facility. See, I like most of you West Side guys. Even Gerry. But you're just not realistic. You got two days to get back to me. You've had your fun with Forge and you killd a lot of made men together, you pissed the Dominicans off too so I don't know why they don't run him out of Northwood...enough is enough. And while you're at it? Get rid of Kiki Jenkins as your brother's lawyer. If she was that good, don't you think she'd have him out?"

With that, Stanford stomped out his cigarette and started to walk. "Hey Stanford!" Packie called. The AV gangster turned. "What?"

"You say that Dwayne's dumb cause he can't read and maybe he is. But he's got a kid teaching him to get better at it. Me, I don't got the time. I guess this kid would be considered Untermensch by your standard too. But Playboy X? You may have cloned Dwayne's cell phone and read his texts but I got first hand knowledge from Niko on what a retard Playboy was. The dumb ass thought Jesus Christ killed John The Baptist and he thought Dubai was in Africa. Jesus! I did horrible in school both Catholic and public and I knew both those things are wrong."

Stanford chuckled and said just before walking away, "Hey I never said any of em were smart. One's illiterate and one doesn't know geography. The bible is a myth and Jesus didn't exist so that doesn't count. All I meant was at least Playboy's a better businessman and he never made the mistake of putting his hands on any of us. He let his own people on the yard get fucked up by us when they disrespected us or he put them in check himself. You should honestly hate Dwayne more than I do, pal. You and your family ran part of Dukes and all of Purgatory but that prick ran Uptown and Bohan. He got a neighborhood and an island. He was running those neighborhoods in the 90's. Long after your family lost Purgatory."

As he watched the AV member leave, he also thought of another reason beyond the obvious that he hated Dwayne. It wasn't one that Stanford maybe intended to let slip but all the same, Packie had picked up on it. The North Holland Hustlers were also rivals with the Pavanos whom Stanford had said with another mafia family he got along with. He'd always assumed by the 90's especially with a late mafia don seeking the AVs help to kill an inmate who had assaulted him, that the Vanguard had more power than La Cosa Nostra but maybe, just maybe, things were the other way after all or at least 50/50. Even if only in Stanford's case and whatever men inside were in his inner circle.

2 Hours Later

Packie had told Dwayne about it. He tried to also use counter surveillance tecniques on his way to meet Dwayne. They now sat at the Triangle Club as a woman of Peruvian descent danced on the stage to Smack That by Akn featuring Eminem. "48 hours, huh?"

"Look, I told him to fuck off..."

"Yeah but son, that's your brother man...look you and me we're the same we got the same kind of pops ya heard? Except we aint the same cause I didn't have no brothers or sisters growing up, man. But all you got left is your brother so if you need to keep your distance for a while I understand i'm used to the shit."

"Don't be a martyr, man. I aint saying I'm gonna do what he says. Gerry's a big boy he can handle himself. i'd need to find a way to get him a message tell him to watch his back. It wouldn't be easy."

"I can help with that...like I said though. I aint had no brothers and sisters growing up all I really had was my mama. Maybe if I'd had a big family like yall did, it might have been easier. I seen the old pictures of you together and think, 'Shit, I wish I had that' you know?"

"That's because you aint Catholic, that's why.." Packie joked. "Sodomy is somehow more tolerated than condoms."

"Well look, whatever you decide, I get it either way. But you are free though. When you're inside you got another man telling you how to live yours. It don't gotta be like that out here. But family is family. Still, if this is gonna be one of the last times we get to work together, I was wondering if you could help me out on something. That way...just in case you do decide to do what the Vanguard says, we can at least make a bit more money before shit is done."

"What do you need me to do?"

Dwayne said, "Whether you say yes or no we gotta do this. See those dudes over there at the bar?""

Packie looked. One was a light skinned black male with cornrows wearing a large white t shirt baggy stonewashed blue jeans and hinterland boots. "That's my boy, John John..." The other black male was wearing a white wife beater, black jeans and similar boots. He was significantly darker skinned, however. "And that right there is Bleach."

Packie raised his eyebrows wondering how he got that name. Dwayne beckoned them to come over. He introduced them and then said, "This is Patrick McReary."

"Call me Packie..." Insisted the youngest of his brethren. "McReary...aint that the cats that used to run the upper west side?" Asked Bleach. "Used to is the key word..." Packie said bitterly taking a swig of whiskey eyeing the two Hustlers. "And don't they pronounce it as Mac Ruari over in Ireland?"

"Matter of fact they do..."Packie said. "And they say Padraig instead of Patrick. Don't ever call me Padraig."

"Aight boss I got you. He always this touchy, D?"

"He's just under a lot of stress."

"All right well what s it you need from me?"

He looked at Packie. "Dominicans. They're causing us some trouble..."

Ivan

Red Stick

2015

He was going to be headed back to Los Santos again soon but he wanted to finish some unfinished business. He'd brought Packie down too. The Irish American put out a cigarette. "This better be paying well. I never wanted to set foot in a southern shit hole like New Arcadia, man."

"What are you talking about?" The ex KGB agent asked. "You vacationed in Vice City. From what I heard lots of women in bikinis, coke binges, a few bar fights and you banged a few Cuban bartenders. Or did I get that wrong?"

"Yeah, that happened but Vice City's more like a real American city, Ivan. A real northern city. Not some backwoods bible thumping shit hole."

"You are an Irish Catholic so I imagine you'd already be hated around here as it is," Stated Vasily. "But you're also from the north east and you dislike southerners? You'll really be popular here. That might fly in Florida but New Arcadians take great pride in their yankee killing heritage. You don't even like to identify as American yourself, boyo. Why do you care about this north-south bullshit?" Asked Vasily. "I used to think we came over here in the 1900's. But I did a little ancestry research and what me brother Derrick always said was right. He was an illegal but he got the era wrong. He was in Liberty City during the Draft Riots. We heard he was against it and he fought and got wounded. Then he ended up fighting for the blue after a wife too. Poor protestant lass from the old country but they hated her just as much and assumed she was Catholic even though she was Ulster Irish."

"So? Then what happened?" Asked Ivan. "He would fight for almost a year. He'd always been an Irish nationalist but never had any combat training. He wanted to take his family back home since the famine was wanted to use what he learned fighting in America on the limeys. He got separated from his unit and ended up way south. He ended up serving under a man named Mower. They say he killed over 100 rebels. But when he got to a place in western Louisiana he ended up in a firefight that ended up being a Union victory but both sides retreated after a few hours. 500 dead inbred Cajuns in gray and 350 dead on the Union side. Me ancestor, Phalan McReary was one of them. Two bullets in his back, one in his right rib cage and one in his left lung. This man came here as a kid on a boat to escape hunger just ti die in some shitty bayou. Leaving a widow with three kids behind in Liberty City. She couldn't go back to Ireland cause of it. She didn't have the money."

"That was 151 years ago," Stated Ivan. "Yeah and Anastasia's death was almost 100 years ago but I still see you lot talking about it."

"Fair enough. Let's go..." Stated Vasily. "So who is it you were saying I'd want to kill?"

"How about a capo for the same family that put your brother away?" Asked Ivan. "I'd say you're fuckin on! I hate that guinea."

Ivan readied his AK-74 with the scope while Vasily loaded up his AA-12. Packie had the same kind of Assault Rifle he had used to rob the bank of Liberty. The three converged on the safehouse. Packie and Vasily took cover behind a tree. Ivan also had his PSG 1 with him which he zoomed in on the two guards outside. Five members of he Bravta pulled up in a white Burrito to the south. Ivan pulled the trigger on the first guard, a six foot six African American with a shaved head and muscles on top of muscles wearing a black suit and shades looking like secret service. Ivan exhaled hitting him with a shot to the throat and his blood sprayed all over the other guard, a Caucasian male with nordic features standing about the same height but with less muscle mass and was built more like a fit baseball player. Before he could even ponder the blood in his face, Ivan fired and let the wind carry the next round to him.

It hit the man just above the right eye and blew the eyeball out of the socket as well as a chunk of the skull itself and the round just split the skull open more as it went into his head further. Vasily tossed a flashbang inside and they heard the cries of those inside indicating it worked. Ivan tossed in a smoke grenade. "Devlin! Come out you rat!" Ivan yelled. He fired the AK and the Bravta thugs armed with various SMG's and Assault Rifles also fired at the windows. A golden brown hand returned fire with a glock could tell the one firing back was female. He fired at her head but she managed to duck just before he could hit her.

Other IAA agents came out blazing and they threw the smoke grenade back. The return fire from a goon wearing a blue polo shirt and beige khakis with a vest on under his shirt, hit a Bravta soldier, a man with light blonde hair gray eyes and a muscular frame who stood 6'4. Vasily fired three rounds from the AA-12 and watched with delight as the goons knees popped like red balloons in a burst of bone exposed under as pieces of bone was exposed. He delighted at the screams as well. A two man guard team came out shielding Devlin as he ran to a black Kuruma. Ivan showered them with rounds but he only hit one of the guards as theother fired an MP5 forcing the Boogeyman to cover.

"Why are you running?! Mr. big bad agency man?! Does this mean you're fucking burned cause I know who you are?!" Baba Yaga taunted. "Not by a long shot, asshole! A couple of Soviet pieces of shit like you are inconsequential!"

He got into the car but it was bulletproof. Vasily fired anyway before giving up. Ivan spotted the woman. The Chinese American spy who had knocked him out before. "Didn't your mother tell you the IAA aren't supposed to operate on US soil?! It's not like the FSB!" He called. She had managed to snatch up an MP5 herself and she fired at Ivan forcing him back. Packie tried to flank her with a barrage of rounds but she ducked down quickly. Packie spotted another IAA goon and he fired striking the man in the chest but the man had a vest on so he fired six more to the left leg. The man fell over and Packie struck him with a burst to the Adams apple. One of the Markovich goons struck another IAA agent with 7.62 rounds to the back as the man tried to flank them coming outside This man was a Cuban American with yellowish brown skin, jet black hair a black goatee and mustache and a white wife beater and a black windbreaker and white pants.

The Bravta goon had armor piercing rounds so as the man fell over, he coughed blood on the dirt.

The Bravta thugs were hit with a barrage of Assault Rifle rounds from the inside. "Lot of fuckin good your boys did!" Packie growled. "Shut the fuck up you whiny bastard! Be grateful they were there to be bullet fodder for you!" Vasily was getting into a dark blue Cheetah he had stolen. "Come on, my friends!" Packie got into his own Comet and Ivan rode shotgun with Vasily as they went after Devlin. Ivan tried to shoot out the tires but he didn't have a good shot. "Droog, do you think the tires are bullet resistant if the car itself is?!"

"I don't know! But either way, they will have to stop eventually!" Just then, a storm of rounds hit them from behind. A maroon Banshee was tailing them and an Italian man was driving while an Arfo Dominican wearing a dark blue varsity jacket with a red bandanna on the lower part of his face and a green one on the upper part, fired at him with an M4. "Those must be the IAA goons from before! Wait a minute! That's the fucker that put me in the hospital!"

"Yes, and I want another round with that Capo friend of his but for now Devlin is the target!"

Just then, they were t boned and the car went swerving and rolled over. Ivan had a bit of whip lash and he had the worst of it. Vasily had the wind knocked out of him by the air bag but was otherwise okay save for a cut on his forehead. Ivan staggered out. A red sports car. He couldn't see what kind but he knew it wasn't Packie. The Irishmen had jut pulled up. The chinese American came out with her MP5 raised. Charlie and Marco were getting out as well. It was three on three.

"How'd youlike what I did to your boys in the commission?" Demanded Packie. "I'm gonna do the same thing to you and what remains of that low rent crew of yours in Dukes you fuckin piece of shit!" Growled Charlie. Packie threw his Rifle aside. "What do you say, boyo? Wanna tangle with a Westie? Or are you afraid I'll embarass you?"

The Sicilian threw the weapon aside and the two Liberty City gangsters charged at each other exchanging blows. Ana pulled out a knife and she stuck it in the two front tires of Vasily's car. Vasily sneered and responded by firing at the tires on her car. She tried not to show it but it did anger her. She had a master poker face but if anybody could pick up even the slightest emotional nuance, it was a KGB or an FSB member.

Ivan sneered. "All this to keep me away from your sugar daddy? Well, you're not exactly well liked among our surveillance community either. I'll teach you not to interfere with one of my fights again as well..."

"Mai's father didn't teach you enough of a lesson, did he? I guess I'll have to teach you all the way..." She said calmly. "But Mai isn't here to protect you this time..."

"That's fine. Bitch would just get in the way."

"So you say we're not supposed to be on US soil. That's fair. But neither are you naughty FSB boys..." She said with an evil smile. "Spare me the hello kitty dominatrix act for somebody who gives a shit. You Agency rats don't deserve to exist."

"Do you ever notice something, Ivan? The fact that there hasn't been a Third World War? Even the cold war had that potential. It's because of people like us. We're needed. We prevent nuclear wars."

"And you plan to start them too. Operation Northwood? Bay Of Pigs? The Contras in Nicaragua?"

"It doesn't matter if your side won in South East Asia and Latin America, hon. We still won the cold war."

"At least the FSB gets to operate here and on Russian soil."

"That's because you're a bunch of rabid dogs off your leashes biting anybody. We actually have to answer to people. We have a Senate Oversight Comitie."

"Yes I know all about your kangaroo court. We don't need to check in with daddy when we go on defeated the Soviet Union but you did not defeat Russia."

With that, he threw a hard left hook at her stomach catching her of guard. He tried to go forr a right but she kept her balance and stopped him with a spinning heel kick to the chest winding him. "What's the matter old man? Don't think you have the stamina?"

"I was killing people when you were in diapers," Ivan stated. He head butted her and she cried out but followed with a right kick to his rib cage. She followed with a right hook to his jaw and she did a running kick to his chest. He let the blood drops fall from his lips. He grabbed her by the throat and she attempted to break his left wrist to free herself. She almost did but he drove a knee to her stomach. He went for his bowie knife and she went for her butterfly. The two pinged blades as they tried to stab and cut each other.

Meanwhile, Vasily threw his AA-12 into Marco's skull. He beamed him pretty good but the Dominican got up swinging striking the larger older man in the testicles. "Cono de diablo! Fuck you mang!" He kicked him in the right hip. He went for his M4 to finish him but Vasily grabbed his left leg pulling him to the ground. He tried to ignore the pain in his stomach and balls but instead he decided to bodyslam the Trinity. He managed to wind him and while Marco did kick him in the gut getting him off, Vasily rolled off coughing but hit him with an elbow to the jaw.

Packie, meanwhile, hit Charlie with a left blow to the jaw, a right jab to the gut followed by a right hook to the nose. Charlie was bleeding from the nose but Packie was from the lips and his right ear where Charlie scratched him. Charlie drop kicked the smaller Irishman in the abdomen and as he doubled over, followed up with a hammer strike that he had seen done in MMA fights. He grabbed Packie in a head lock attempting to break his neck but with surprising strength, Packie flung him over his back and slammed the Sicilian to the ground. Prove a knee into Charlie's groin and the other in his gut. He then took advantage of this and continued to bombard him with punches. One. Two. Three. Four.

Ana's lips were bleeding and she swung the blade catching Ivan in the left side near the hip and he swung back lunging at her cutting a bit at the fabric of her red shirt barely missing cutting her right breast. He swung again and cut across her right side near her right hip and the blade cut a bit into her stomach dragging until it was at the center about five inches above her bladder. He tried to stab her there but she grabbed his hands and kicked him in the stomach and followed up with a right kick to the testicles. Ivan doubled over and she hit him with a round house to the face.

He dripped blood from his nose, cuts and lips onto the ground. "You keep getting up. I'm impressed..."

Ivan grabbed his blade and put his left hand over it and squeezed until blood dripped to the ground. He used his own blood to temporarily blind her. He bombarded her with punches to her stomach which was bleeding from the cut and though not a fatal injury, it did hurt her. He punched her in the right rib cage and then did a left shot to her left kidney. She cried out in pain and he bashed her head from both sides with his fists causing her ears to ring. She managed to clear the blood from her vision and fight back catching a kick from Ivan, she flung him to the ground and stomped on his stomach.

"Have you had enough?" She demanded grabbing her pistol aiming it at his forehead. "This is just foreplay. We're just getting warmed up..." He sneered grabbing the gun which went off and they struggled for it. She lost her right hand grip on the gun but she followed with a blow to his right cheek. He rammed into her and grabbed her arm from behind and with a twist dislocated her left shoulder. He gave her a hard kick in the back as she let out a gutteral cry of pain as he dropped her. He kicked her again in the stomach. His boot did not hit her cut but it reminded him she had it so he dragged his boot into the cut starting on her side and she cried out in pain. "It's going to be sad for Mark. You saved his life only to get killed before he did. You were way too old for him anyways."

"Hypocrite..." She spat. "I know about your side piece in Davis. We can get to her..." He told her with a sneer. "That's different. I'm a man. A key that can unlock any door is the master key. But a door unlocked by any key is useless. Men our age can get women our age or younger women. Women with younger men only do so because men their age are tired of them and are banging hot young nubiles instead of old lonely divorcees like you. Mark doesn't love you. He's just after power pussy. Old pussy can give a young buck like him power and status. Before he throws you away."

Ivan of course did not really believe what he was saying about men and women but he was saying this to get under her skin. It seemed to work. She got up blindsiding him with a hard left to the right eye in a rage. He let her get two more punches in before he grabbed her arm and flipped her to the ground twisting it behind her back. They were near a house that had nobody home. He grabbed her and pulled her by the hair punching her hard in the back each time. He finally threw her to the grass and began to choke her with the hose just long enough to keep her at bay as he turned on the hose. "You know...i must say I like what you IAA agents do. Waterboarding. Simulated drowning. Us KGB? We prefer to skip the trial run..."

He pinned her down and forced the hose into her mouth and she choked and sputtered as he flooded her with water. "Where is Devlin headed?!" He demanded. "I'll...never tell you..." She groaned. "If you think the local police are going to be helping you, they won't. There were more of our brothers than just what you saw. They're giving the RSPD a wild goose to chase as you Americans say."

He shoved the hose back down her throat.

After the seventh punch, Charlie got him off. Packie's head was now bleeding as Charlie had slammed his head into the driver window of the Comet. Packie ripped off his own windshield wiper and smacked Charlie across the face with it but Charlie shoved him onto the hood and hit him as hard as he could in the gut. "I gotta give it to you McReary's. You're a hell of a bunch of gamblers but we're the fuckin casino. That's with the church or with anything underground in Liberty City. Your father was more realistic about how things had to be..."

"Fuck you..." Packie groaned. He was at a disadvantage because despite it having been a month or so since he was shot on St Patrick's Day, even after narrowly avoiding death and healing, it wasn't good for sombody who had been shot in the stomach to be kicked and punched there.

Meanwhile, Vasily was taking six blows to the face. Marco threw him against the Banshee and hit him with a kick to the stomach followed by a hard right to the temple. Vasily avoided his next punch and Marco fucked his hand up punching the driver side mirror. Vasily saw blood on his right hand. He pushed Marco's arm and shoulder into the car door and slammed it. He opened and shut slammed it again and this time he did it on his head. Marco had blood down the right side of his face.

He had a concussion as well and while nothing seemed to be broken, if he did manage to survive this, he would be sore from the punches and kicks from the mountain of a man. He got his knife and stabbed Vasily through the right hand. Vasily stood there eyeing him coldly. Even Marco had to admit he was intimidated by this. The Russian showed no pain. Was he even human? Vasily punched him as hard as he could in the abdomen and it felt like a blow from Muhammad Ali on steroids. He followed with a knee to the chest and a kick to the back as the Dominican bent over. Vasily then grabbed the Dominican over his shoulder. "Yo, let me go!" He cried out. He slammed him back first down on the windshield of the Banshee. "You Dominicans...you claim to be a proud and oppressed people...even you Trinity's. But you won't even help out your Haitian brethren."

It was true that during the Haitian Revolution much of the Dominicans, even black ones identified with Spain as their homeland rather than Africa. "Loco, somos morenos, both us and the Haitians. We just speak another language."

"If you were talking about Mexico and them not wanting Haitians there for being a different culture at least there is something to be said for not being the same. But the Dominican Repulblic has an African majority, my friend."

"Oye..., the blanco Russian is gonna lecture me? Get back to me...when you stop invading Georgia, puto!" Vasily smiled. He punched Marco in the face knocking the Dominican American unconscious. He then went to go get his AA-12. Charlie, meanwhile, managed to get Packie on the ground. He punched the Irishman who kept getting u, blood and drool drippng from his Sicilian clobbered him over the head with his M3 he had in the car. He was about to empty it into the unconscious McReary's face when he saw Ivan was drowning Ana. She was sputtering and coughing up water. This time, however, he finally caused her to be unresponsive. He fired at Ivan and just narrowly missed his right arm but Ivan dropped the hose.

Vasily was approaching Charlie who was about to shoot Ivan. Vasily had Charlie's brain stem in his crosshairs. Just then, Vasily cried out in pain as a sharp pain went into his back. An arrow hit him in the back and before he could turn and fire another hit him in his right hand. A Lakota with a crossbow stood there aiming at the bigger Russian.

Vasily bled and screamed, "FUCKING AMERICAN PIG!"

"More like Lakota bull. And you don't want to lock horns with one of us," Task growled. "Some of your asshole friends tried to kill me not too long ago. You don't want to end up like them, get your shit and go!"

Charlie kept the shotgun on Ivan. "You're gonna have to give her CPR. The Ruskie prick waterboarded her!"

"Why ca'nt you do it?"

"Hey, kid you get to be the Indian hero. I know you know how to do it. I gotta tend to this piece of shit and then I gotta see if Marco's all right. Then I gotta secure the mick fuck on the ground."

"But that involves the kiss of life...don't you think Mark might have a problem..."

"Not if it's to save her life you idiot besides he'd be more pissed if you let her die!" Task reluctantly began to do chest compressions on Ana followed by mouth to mouth ressecutation. "How long has she been out?" He asked as he did he chest compression. "We're talking thirty seconds at most. You better get her back at two minutes and thirty seconds or she can get brain damage."

"What? I thought it was three minutes or five...?"

"Different stages. There's no tie to argue."

As Task plugged her nose and tried to revive her she finally spat up some water on his face. "Chayton...?"

"Yeah...just don't talk...try to rest...Jesus..."

"I owe ya one..."

Just then, Ivan tackled Charlie. Charlie and Ivan wrestled for control of the shotgun and Ivan punched Charlie in the face and went to hit him in the groin but Charlie punched the older man i the throat. Ivan staggered wheezing and Charlie got the shotgun. "Don't kill him..." She coughed. "He killed some of our men but...they didn't get Devlin...Marco...check on him..." Task checked on the man of Africa descent. "He's out cold but he's got a pulse," He replied.

Vasily, despite his injuries managed to drag Packie to the red Comet and put him in the trunk. "Sorry friend...I try to not drive so fast..."

Charlie stated, "No, fuck this asshole..." He hit Ivan in the face knocking him unconscious with the shotgun. He was about to shoot when he noticed the Comet coming right at him. He dodged but not before firing a shot at the car. Vasily, wounds and all, pulled Ivan into the car just as Task had retrieved Marco's Rifle and began firing and Charlie did the same. The car floored it driving through the fence and Task did manage to shoot the back right tire but Vasily was not stopping.

The song Vulgar Display Of Power by Pantera played as he drove out of there.

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That's it for this chapter I know I updated fast and I wanted to that's kind of the point. Ok so this time we had Vasily fight Marco, Ivan fought Ana and Charlie fought Packie. Packie put up a good fight but lost against him. Vasily, let's face it he didn't really break anything as far as I wrote unless Zilla decides to make the hand injury from punching worse but I've seen people punch hard shit and be all right but Marco will still be sore for a while and he does have a concussion. Thats the other thing while I do give concussions to character as much as Hollywoo at least i show the effects it has generally.

But against Charlie, well, Ivan got his clock cleaned. It was quick but still. Whether you view this as a draw or not depends on how you see it. Sure, Ivan brought Ana close to the brink of death with the hose but Task helped and technically more characters on my side got KO'd and stayed KO'd. I figured Task should assist in this because while he didn't kill anybody here, he did have Bravta after him before so if he happened to be driving by and see this occuring he would help not only having worked with Ana before but also if he's pissed the Russian mob tried to kill him.

As far as if Ivan or Ana wold win...i cant say. In this example Ivan got lucky just with the blood distraction and he honestly needed it because even if you factor out him not having long enough to recover from his wounds from Khoi, Ana did T bone him before fighting him so if he didn't "Cheat" she would have cleaned his clock again.

As for G Note and Peaches, we have to say a horrifying goodbye to them. Me and Zilla disagree as to which of my oc deaths were saddest in terms of a love interest he said sad eyes i say aila but he at least puts aila second i believe while i personaly put Morena from Ballad at second. BUT...this is not so much a sad death so much as an angering death and what Eddie yes the same Eddie from Carpe Diem did here is not the same as the bastardly shit guys like Joker from Ballad or Rhino in this story did with being an asshole over a long period but instead is more like Negan from the walking dead in that the shit he does is a bad first impression and makes you hate him instantly. The scene where G Note told Eddie he's a hot dog is based on a scene from Heat. But taken to the extreme. Who should kill him?

As far as Lil King he first lost his mother now G Note. This will be enouh that he will want to leave Los Santos and go back to New Arcadia I'll show it next chapter as his brother gets out of prison and honestly...I dn't know if I'll have them in the story anymore. I was gonna kill them both off maybe Lil King by Paul's hands but I don't know if realistically even as much as he changed, if Paul would o should hold that much of a grudge since Lil King didnt set him up. But I just don't know what more to write for them so I was thinking of having Lil King leave his sister in LS where she will move to Little New Arcadia in Los Santos and Lil King will go back to the 9th ward. Lil King has had nough of LS gang banging. His city was more hardcore in terms of murder rates but he wasn't of age quite yet when he lived in NA and while guys in his hometown would see LS as soft only having 200 murders a year or so, he would argue that it feels a lot worse when you're on the recieving end of some of those killimngs.

His logic is that while he and his family hated other wards especially 3rd and 17th, he could handle New Arcadia because he knew New Arcadia and that while rivals had killed his homies back home, no family members of his died from rival wards. Basically what will happen is Lil King has 50 g's to his name from all the dirt he's done and he's going to leave 35 of it to his sister so she can go to college or just pay for future semesters but he will only have 15 g's to his name when he goes back to NA.

As for what I had Ana say about the IAA, I don't know how Zilla would have her justify why she is I heard that exact quote said in the Snowden movie and Idk if i showed it on here yet or not but if anybody would say something like that it would be Ana at least if how i see her is right. As if to say yeah the agency does bad things but if they prevent a third world war it's worth it.

As far as this chapter it mostly focused on Packie and there was some time jumping. As far as what Packie said regarding the thought of killing Niko I don't know who said it but they said something along the lines of how after all the good times Niko and Packie had, it wouldnt be worth it to kill Niko so this was my way of addressing that but at the same time, responding in that it doesn't matter how much they drank or played darts if somebody kills your brother you want him six feet under.

Also Bleach is visually inspired by Mekhi Phifer while John John is based on the Harlem rapper Jim Jones. I know I left cliff hangers as for what job they wanted to do in 2009 against the Dominicans and I also left a hanger for how Niko ould help against Francis but we'll ick that up later.

And since Mai, Paul and Neto were not featured this chapter they will be next as I have to finish up Mai's lemon too. And feature a flashback mission she did with Ana once.

Also the thing with shooting one man while the dead weight drags them under water, is something I got from Enemy At The Gate.

Anyway till next time.