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.

75. Cowards Way Out

Ivan

He had woken up after having dreaming about what he had said to Mark the Grizz to force him to comply with his plans in New Arcadia. "You can't be serious, man...as much as we done been through together? You wanna do this to me?"

"These people from the south have become a minor thorn in my side. They're nowhere near as much of a problem as Grisha or Kenny Petrovic is. Or even Neto and Mai. But a thorn left in your side will cause the wound to fester. So I believe in removing it. You are simply a means to and end. And those South Side gang members don't happen to have African American men for this job at their disposal."

"You're supposed to be at war with these motherfuckers and you helping them?"

"Yes. Because we have IAA agents on the other side. Neto and me are enemies but we will never be so much with each other as we will to the United States government."

"That's your business..."

"No, Mark. It's yours too. If you don't do it, I'll go to the Crystal Heights projects and have your son do this. I told you I would kill him if I didn't get what I want but now I'm thinking he might work just fine."

Mark aimed his Beretta at Ivan. "I could kill you right now. You wouldn't be the first."

Ivan sighed. "You could. You could kill me but Vasily will still accomplish the same thing. If I don't kill him or e doesn't kill him he will be used for this and unlike you, he hasn't done any jobs outside of the ghetto so he doesn't have the skills and the smarts to escape the police."

"First off..." Grizz said with a glare. "You'd have to go up into Carson. Even if you went in there with an army of Bravta you'd get a lot of people on your ass. You'd be dead before you could get to him. And even if you did make it or some of your homies did get outta here...they'll find dead Russians and that'll get your asses facing federal cases. Even with us being hated more by one time you'd still catch heat."

"I might not make it out of there. But you know I could get to your son and get rid of him before I was killed. If you doubted that much you wouldn't even have a gun on me."

He lowered his gun. "I won't forget this. This aint over. After this is over you stay away from me. I thought we were friends, Ivan. I don't like to play the race card but maybe there was something all along to Stone and his distrusting you."

"We were never friends, Mark. With you and me and us and your friends there is no friendship. Just business. But it has nothing to do with your heritage. At least not your racial heritage."

"The fuck that mean? What other heritage would I have?"

"It's not because you're black. It's because you're red white and blue. t's nothing personal."

"Yeah...it is..." Grizz said. "It might not be personal for you but it is for me. It doesn't matter that my son hates me. A father's job is to love and protect his kids even when they hate him. failed before but I won't now. So I'm doing this for him."

"Good..." Ivan said. "Then we understand each other..."

"Tell me something..." Grizz said with a snarl. "What part of Russia is DC in?" His voice had an accusation. "I know your moms and what she was about. I know about the man from the projects she played. Some things never change..some things are hereditary..i can't say I'm sorry she's dead..."

Ivan felt a rush of anger in him but he kept his poker face. "If you don't do what you're told maybe you'll get to tell her that face to face."

Mai showed the officer at the door her ID. It said Mai Nguyen. Unbeknownst to most that was a cover ID she often used overseas but at the same time,she sometimes had used it in the various instances when she worked for various criminals in LS but the reason she usually used her real name among gang members, and a lot of what she'd been up to was the IAA wasn't supposed to operate on American soil.

Cherry wore lacy white panties while Gina wore black silk panties. Mai words black skirt and a white blouse and purple panties and a matching bra. This was what they had on under their getups. Mai wore a black professional jacket and a black shirt and a white blouse under the jacket. The two Da Nang homegirls both wore nurses outfits. They'd been wearing lab coats to conceal it since a classical nurse outfit wasn't worn anywhere and wearing modern day scrubs just wasn't that sexy.

Mai had a handcuff key. She unlocked him and said, "I wouldn't go wandering too far yet your legs would be asleep after being laid up so long. But let's see if your deadly weapon is working..." She pulled his hospital gown up and began to tug on his manhood. "You feel that...?" He groaned. "Yeah...I wasn't crippled...or at least I'm not. They let me walk for physical therapy but anything else I'm cuffed up..."

Mai leaned in putting her mouth up to his ear as he started to grow hard n her hand. "Shhhhh...this falls under attorney client privilege..." Meanwhile, as she jerked him off and removed the jacket she sat on his bed and she began to unbutton the blouse. Meanwhile, Cherry and Gina began to rub him down giving him a sponge bath. When they saw his length even just flaccid, Gina's eyes widened. "Wow...can you imagine the size of the catheter they must have had to use for that thing?"

He groaned and luckily he didn't have the catheter in or the colonoscopy bags and they were empty. Mai had arranged for that as well before hand and he had already been cleaned but it had been unsexy. Now, was different. Gina rubbed his chest and arms while Cherry rubbed his abdomen. Mai then leaned in with her lips pressed against his kissing him as the other two 'nurses' rubbed the sponge along his genitals. She began to jerk him off again even as the other two rubbed the sponge along his nut sack. Mai unbuttoned her blouse by a few buttons revealing the bra underneath and he tried to grab a handful with his free hand but she swatted him lightly. "No touching rule...with the hands..."

She said but she slid her left cup aside as she removed her buttons more and said in a seductive manner, "But with your mouth, that's another story..." He bit the fabric of her bra cup and growled with anticipation then let it slap back against her breast as his teeth let go of it earning a yelp of surprise from the Vietnamese woman. She bit his lip as he grabbed her breasts and she was soon joined with Gina at her right side and Cherry at her left the two Da nang Girl gangsters exchanging kisses with Baby Face.

His tongue tangled with Cherry's, the Filipina, seemingly desperate not only for physical attention and perhaps filled with a lust that was at its heart somewhat lonely. His tongue was satisfactory enough for her at the moment and as he kissed the two younger women, Mai was the first to lower her mouth down to his manhood. She took in the tip savoring just the taste while Gina's mouth was next to smack into Baby Face's. Where as Cherry though perhaps at her heart seeked love, it didn't matter per say who she got it from and this was different with Gina. She'd had not feelings of romance per say for the Vietnamese gangster but it was more specific towards him rather than just any companionship so while her desire was more specific but not necessarily as strong in feeling and cherry's feelings were more strong but not as specific, it was like the two balanced each other out and in Gina's lips, Baby Face could taste years of pent up sexual frustration.

The two women then began to kiss down his damp abdomen making their way down to his fallace joining Mai at his cock. Three different kinds of Asian women, varying in type of eye shape though all very much Asian in shape, three different skin tones and three vastly different hairstyles though all three had black hair. Mai cupped his balls while she jerked him off and as she did that, Cherry took the tip of him in her mouth sucking a few inches past the head of his dick while Gina moved her mouth sideways along the shaft sliding up and down his full length. He didn't think it wold be possible for three women to stimulate one dick at once but he was dead wrong.

Mai got back down to his testicles sucking his balls with a look on her face that reminded him of Asa Akira and Maggie Q rolled into one. Her smile as she took his left ball in her mouth was more like the former but her eyes more like the latter as she stared directly into his eyes almost looking into his soul.

Cherry was very affectionately sucking and kissing him there, her eyes closed as she savored him and tasted the saliva of the other two women and Mai and she kissed each other around the sides of the tip of his manhood sending jolts of sensation through the gang member. "Fuck...!" He cried out looking at the hospital room ceiling. This alone made him somewhat all right with the possibility of jail time he only wished it wouldn't be the one time and that he would have a recording of it for a future spank bank. Maybe somehow, just somehow, Mai being the connected woman she was,could arrange it.

Unbeknownst to him, all though none of the hospital staff or police would have access to it, she already had audio and video recordings in the room. The actual cameras around the hospital room were on a loop. She figured that he might need it as a going away consultation prize and she had almost read his mind but the younger man yet was unaware that they'd thought of the same thing. For now she would just let him basking the glory of what she was doing to him. She pulled aside Cherry's nurse top and revealed her breasts and began to squeeze them as her tongue met the Filipina around the helmet of his cock, her tongue wrestling hers almost the same as in a French kiss but outside their mouths and with his manhood at the wrestling ring.

Mai, noticed the look on Gina's face as she now licked from the tip in between her and Cherry's kiss all the way to the shaft and the look on her face could only be described as if Tokyo Rose had somehow captured an allied soldier and had him brought to her recording booth just to suck him off, there was a seductive evil in the multi national mixed Asian's eyes and smile as she tugged on the skin of his balls with her teeth. He began to kiss Mai as she joined him back near his face sticking her breasts in his face. He took her left in his mouth tasting her and smelling her sweet aroma of perfume. His lips around her areola, he began to suck on them with his eyes closed feeling the sensation as Cherry and Gina now did the same thing kissing around his cock with Cherry wrapping her mouth around one side while Gina did on the right of her.

Mai let out a sigh of ecstasy as his tongue flickered at her nipple hardening it in his mouth ad the suction of his mouth lips and teeth on the tender flesh caused Mai to become more moist for him than she already was. "You're a bad boy..." She said with a lustful sigh. "Can't stay out of trouble...wanted felon...I have other clients you know..." Baby Face made a moaning sound on her breast. She then said looking at his manhood..."Stereotypes about our brothers from the East are largely untrue. Everybody's hanging around the five inch area but I will admit there's less likely to be somebody with eight inches. But those that are...they're something special..." She tugged on his manhood rolling his foreskin back with her right hand. "You've got an obligation to procreate, hon..." She said biting his ear. "Start a new stereotype...get more Asian girls pregnant...big dick genes will start to run in the family...that is the biggest egg roll I've ever had..."

"Yeah...?" He groaned planting kisses. "Just barely...Lamar is almost that size but he's snipped. And he's kind of a quick draw McGraw. Bigger gun doesn't always mean you know how to shoot it..." She then purred in a sexy yet dangerous manner. "And if you cum too early for me...or any of us...we're gonna all three of us beat the shit out of you..." She beamed with an evil smile. "So you better make it count, big boy...we don't want to hurt you but well we've been p.."

Cherry slurped on his cock sloppily taking it out for a moment then saying, "Under a lot of stress...these streets are dangerously..."

"Exactly..." Mai stated. "Women who are sexually frustrated...are dangerous..." She gripped his shaft a bit hard almost like her grip was iron. "Fuck...!" He cried out. Gina also giggled wickedly giving him a long lick up from the base of his pubic hair all the way up his tip sucking and kissing the top before making a motion with her teeth like she would bite it and he winced but it never came. Another low giggle came and she playfully kissed the side of his dick head before flattening her tongue along the top licking the ring around the side beneath the helmet. "You better make us all cooooooome..." She cooed.

The girl was wetly sucking him, like a whore, like an eager thing.

He tried to tug her off and she bit hard enough to arouse and frighten him in one go.

His hand shot forward to spear through her hair. He tried to tug her free but she just sucked him harder.

Mai then with her blouse fully open, pressed her abdomen to his face. "Lick my tummy..." She ordered. "Lick it..." He complied and she felt the sensation of his warm tongue inside the hole triggering the nerve endings there and she felt herself become a bit more moist and she closed her eyes slowly a slow gust of air escaping her open mouth like a balloon being released slowly and her lips parted and she put her left hand in his jet black hair grabbing a handful of his hair softly but firmly as he teased her with foreplay. "That's a good boy...mmmmhh...can you taste the sweat...the juices...?"

"No...it's clean..." He replied. "Then you're lucky I showered..." She swatted his face earning a cry of surprise. "Do I look like I come to fuck without a shower?!" Her voice taking an accusatory tone. "N..no..."

"Say NO...Mistress Mai..."

"What...?" She smacked his ear again. "Say it..."

"No...mistress Mai..." She rubbed his hair gently caressing it and said, "Continue then...just in case...make sure there's no lint in there..." He moaned a response against her belly as he licked and also kissed there. She swatted him slightly as he started to kiss her saying, "Too intimate!" But then she liked the tingle smiling, who to any viewer on the outside looking in, would have made her look like an indecisive crazy sex fiend and possibly even bi polar but she said, "Never mind...that was nice...keep going...tell me how I taste..."

"You taste good, mama..." He replied. Liking his confidence in what he just called her not caring if it would earn him another swat, she paused and decided she liked that."

All the while, Cherry and Gina were still polishing his manhood and some of his pre cum coated their lips and their lips coated each other as they again kissed over his dick. She moaned as his tongue swirled inside her navel. She exhaled and said, "Now do them..." She had Gina come up for it first and she was unbuttoned now down to her white under shirt with her stomach revealed and the tank stopping just below her breasts. She shivered a bit as he kissed and soon licked her there. "Oooh...my god...that tickles..." She said with a smile. As he did this, he also squeezed her ass through her black panties. To somewhat switch it up, he alternated between the kisses on her belly and the squeezing of her ass.

He then pulled Cherry to him hers bare as well and he did the same. He squeezed her side as he kissed and licked her there. Cherry had never had a man do that before. "Oh GEEZ!" She said with a bit of a squeal to her voice as her eyes widened. Taking no further cues from Mai, he paid attention to her bare breasts now and took her let nipple in his mouth rolling it around with his tongue.

He squeezed her other breast gently pinching the nipple but firmly squeezing the breast itself. Just as Cherry was getting used to the sensation of his mouth he denied her it and she gasped at his absence and he was now doing the same to Gina lifting her under shirt up and his hands were at her sides feeling her bare skin on each side of her stomach, her skin soft and warm to the ouch, his a bit rough but warm and it made her wetter. He took her right tit in his mouth sucking on it.

Mai came back to his cock and growled in a low tone, "That's a good boy..." As she began to suck him off again deep throating him with a wet and sloppy embrace of his length with her lips and tongue her saliva coating him from the tip to the base. He slipped a hand down Gina's black panties as this happened and he began to finger her wet folds as his manhood became harder and harder at the feeling of Mai's mouth on him.

He groaned watching as Cherry was now in nothing but lacy white panties and with her sun kissed skin, her small but perky brown breasts, her toned abdomen, her silky smooth legs and her bubble butt, she looked breathtaking. He continued to fondle Gina's breast but he brought Cherry back to him with a kiss his lips meeting the feverish Filipina's tongue as she kissed him breathing hard through her mouth and nose, her face flushed somewhat with modesty but also with arousal. "I don't usually see you in something that aint green...you look good..." He said. Cherry, being the shyest of the three despite being sexually active, beamed a bit with a smile. "Nothing wrong with changing the style up now and then..."

"For sure. You look good in white, baby..." He pulled her panties aside but left them on liking the look of her. He brought his lips to her saying, "Ride my shoulders..." With a whisper. She did as he commanded it and she let out a high whimper as his lips came to her pussy and he kissed her wet lips below. She let out a breath that came out somewhat in short rapid sighs as his lips kissed her moving up to her clit. His lips felt her arousal as she grew wetter. Her vaginal lubrication growing warmer and wetter was almost exactly parallel to the dampness of his package as Gina was back to deep throating him taking as much of him in as she could. Her eyes rolled back as she sucked about seven of him down. Her gag reflex was kicking in. She didn't throw up but her saliva was hacked up a bit but the sensation for him felt like Nirvana.

He groaned against Cherry's cunt causing her to cry out and she shivered as his tongue went spot on to stimulate her clit a bit harder than she was normally used to. Mai had also brought her cell phone with her. Though she'd told the guard to take a hike, she decided to put some music on. She and Gina and Cherry had discussed it among themselves and while Baby Face did prefer Hip Hop, their MP3's had died. She had scolded them there and had said that her own would have to do. If Baby Face was going away he likely would not hear music in a long time.

Mai was not that into Hip Hop as she disliked the blatant sexism in it but she often did listen to some of the Hip Hop artists that was categorized under "Hip Hop for people who don't like Hip Hop" such as Outkast which she considered a guilty pleasure and she had a crush on Andre 3000, not so much for his looks but based on the fact that in a music form that despite statements otherwise, as very conformist style wise and yet he was not afraid to be weird. Which was probably who they were considered Psychedelic rap. But she also had 90's R&B. The song That Boy Is Mine by Brandy played. She smiled with a wicked grin surprising Gina from behind with a tongue inside her doggy style as she sucked off Baby Face. "MMMMHHH!" She cried out muffled on his dick and she took him out of her mouth, drool across her lips and chin. "OHMYGOD!" Her words not even really separate but one single word.

Her tongue explored her. "You've never been with a woman before have you?" Mai's question, her air against her bare butt cheeks gave her a shiver as she had pulled her black panties mostly off and to the side but a part of the strap still remained over her pubic hair. "N...no..." She said. "Not like this..."

"Like this...?" Mai asked planting a kiss along her left buttock. "Me and Cherry well...we've been drunk and stoned and...fingered but nothing like this..."

"Well... you're gonna find out if she tastes like Cherry soon..."

She took Baby Face's cock and jerked it off as he ate Cherry and she positioned Gina next to Cherry so she could join Baby Face in eating her. He brought the multi ethnic Asian women in closer and they began to have open mouth tongue play that started off outside Cherry's pussy but made its way to the inside of her entrance Baby Face laying at the right of her entrance and Gina at her left and the two wrestled with their tongues inside her, the two Vietnamese gangsters looking into each other's eyes wickedly.

Their tongues were like two battling armies while Cherry's flower was like higher ground or cover, the position that had to be taken before the enemy could get to it and in this case it was like Baby Face and Gina's 'armies' were both advancing at the same rate but slugging it out with each other all the while impacting the 'battlefield' around them. "HOMYGOD!" Cried Cherry as both tongues ran along her sensitive clitoris. "Fuck!" She cried.

Cherry put her mouth to Mai's womanhood noticing she was touching herself to the action and she wanted something to muffle her just in case she was too loud with all the action going on. "HMMMMMHHH!""" She squealed against Mai's labia. "Uhhhh...!" Mai cried out caught off guard by the sensation, expecting the woman's lack of experience with oral on a woman to take more practice but the sensation of her mouth muscles whimpering against her sensitive damp womanhood made her cry out

Mai had been touching herself all this time and she was getting impatient. She continued to jerk him off and she licked from the tip of his manhood to the base. Her womanhood pulsated as Cherry's tongue explored her walls deeper probing against her G Spot. "Mmmph...!" Her high pitched whine against Mai's labia filled the Hmong woman with sensation at the Filipina's lips which kissed her there and Mai touched her hair with a free hand. Baby Face and Gina, meanwhile, went in and out of Cherry's womanhood, their tongues consumed by each other and now it was like they were each gaining ground inside her but still at the same pace as each other. Mai switched from sucking off Baby Face to back to Gina's womanhood but she continued to jerk off the Vietnamese gangster but she took her free hand from Cherrys hair to Gina's ass cheeks and spread them apart to get a look at her ass, up close even as her tongue explored her entrance.

She let out a guttural cry and decided that while she didn't want to interrupt his process with eating Cherry out, she still wanted some dick. She came and mounted herself on top of his member and began to ride him. His mouth went from wrestling inside Cherry's snatch wit Gina's tongue to his mouth gasping in a hot breath against Cherry's quivering womanhood and she squealed against his lips thrusting towards him. Mai with a wicked look in her eyes, began to ride his manhood and said, "Tôi sẽ chia sẻ ... nhưng tôi đã tổ chức bữa tiệc này cùng nhau vì vậy tôi là người đầu tiên ..."

(I'm gonna share...but I put this party together so I'm first...)

Mai plunged her tongue inside of Gina's womanhood earning a cry from the Vietnamese American gangster. She let out a shaky breath as she took Baby Face's warmth between her legs and the sensation and vibrations from him caused more stimulation against Gina as Mai's warm tongue battered her clit. Mai took her head upwards however as she rode him bringing her face to him and kissed him with her black hair wild and hanging in his face, her crazed eyes gleaming but slits and she demanded, "Bạn thích điều đó, người đàn ông lớn? Bạn chưa bao giờ ở với một người phụ nữ lớn tuổi hơn bạn ..."

(You like that, big man? You never been with an older woman have you...)

He groaned as he slid in and out of her tight womanhood. She panted as she rode him leaning forward her stomach folding a bit as she took his warmth inside her. She braced herself to take more in and she put a few fingernails around his manhood as he entered her. Meanwhile, Gina and Cherry re positioned themselves with Gina licking Cherry still but now Cherry was at Baby Face's eye level with a smile. She kissed him on the lips and he groped her right breast with his left hand while keeping his right on Mai's left breast. He groaned as he thhrust up into the tight Hmong woman. "Mmmmh...thats a good boy..." She hissed as she took him deeper and she strummed her folds as she took the length and girth an inch deeper easing into it and she let out a breath, involuntarily with her lips folded in an o shape letting the air escape from her that way.

She breathed, "Yes..." As she felt his mouth take her right breast in flicking his tongue against it. "Uuhhmmmmmhh..." She closed her eyes a grin crossing her lip as she firmly bit down on her bottom lip. He suddenly let out a growl and gave her ass a smack. "Ahhh!" She yipped in surprise and he grabbed her hips as he pumped inside the IAAt he brought his mouth back to Cherry whose face was turning red. He noticed her arms were as well. He plunged his tonne into her womanhood fucking her with his mouth as he decided to be a bit more alpha and not just let Mai dominate him. As he felt her slick walls tighten around his rod, he ran his tongue into Cherry's entrance.

He groaned as he felt his cheeks against her lower lips but he embraced them letting the warmth of his cheeks radiate against her pussy. "OHHH!" Cried the Filipina gang member, her belly heaving in and out as she felt the added sensation. He hummed against her clit which was very erect and he brought his lips to it very firmly but gently enough, nibbling it. This earned a squeal from the Filipina woman. "HOHMYGAWD!" She shrieked. She thrust against his face as she rode out her first orgasm, her juices coating his chin and he continued to eat her as she did all the while servicing Mai ho was starting to raise her voice up an octave as he felt her twat quivering and warming up to meet his erection.

He pulled Gina to him prompting her to ride his face next and Gina, shivering still shaking from her orgasm, joined Mai. The two women, one older and one younger embraced kissing as though they were full blown lesbians and not just bisexual as Mai was or bicurious as she suspected Cherry was. She needed that contact from somebody, anybody and Mai felt powerful to be the one in the moment.

Mai began to thrust against her womanhood enjoying the feeling of Gina. Mai thrust from the right side while Gina was on the left. She opened her mouth in a gasping cry at Gina's wet sex against hers. Gina whimpered, "Ohhh that feels so goooooood!"

"Hoooo fuck!" Mai cried surprised at Gina being a fast student. "Fuck..." Gina echoed and Mai let out a laughing smile as the two thrusted against each other. Gina's face was more concentrated and serious while Mai's was grinning ear to ear as she moaned. She laid back, submissive a moment as Gina fingered her. "Oh...ooooh yeaaah..." She hissed. "MMMMHHH!" She cried closing her eyes.

"Fuck...fuck...FUCK OHMYGOD!" Gina then said a bunch of things Mai did not understand as the two climaxed.

West Los Santos

Ivan

Stalingrad

They had a hotel room for the time being while he was looking for a new place but with the money he made on the streets and the luxury of these hotels, they weren't struggling. They were at the Resident Inn in downtown Los Santos.

The Russian hitman had his foot on the pedal with a sigh. He had Vasily and Grizz and Sugar had come along even. He didn't like the idea of her coming along but the Aryans had tried to kill her before and he couldn't talk her out of it. The child was being watched by just about the last people in the world anybody would have ever expected him to leave their daughter. They had named her Sasha a name that was mutually agreed upon and seemed like a good middle ground because though it was Russian and usually in the male context, it was also a name that Sugar liked so they had agreed on it. She had both of their last names. Sasha Angela Washington Azarov.

They had put the infant to bed and Ivan and Sugar ate a dinner she had prepared for them. It was a mix of catfish, greens, warm buttermilk biscuits but also she had mixed in some food that was from his old country. "Are you sure you're not part Kozak?" He joked. Her attempt at Ukha was above average. It wasn't the best he'd ever had by any stretch but for an American citizen she made it well. "I might be! I don't know...it's doubtful though cause my family is originally from the south..." She chuckled. "You're trying to flatter me. Boy, stop it..."

"No I am serious. How did you do it? It's an interesting choice too especially because most don't realize we eat catfish too."

He took a drink of the raspberry lemonade in is glass. "Well, all I did was look up how to do it on Electric Tit. I know you probably think that's kinda dumb, huh?"

"No. Sure, many things about millennials are dumb or strange but I don't think it's really fair to judge them if they pick up on how to cook new things on the internet. I just wish we'd had that growing up. Plus millennials may not have as good of music in my opinion but you do have free music and that is something we just didn't have in the 70's, 80's and 90'..." He paused and then said, "Tell me...is Hip Hop and R&B all you like?"

"What?!" She got a playful laugh and smile on her face. "You dogging Keith Sweat?! That's my jam! And you said older music was better! This is what the OG's in my hood was playing when I came up when the were trying to romance they ladies. And the homegirls love some Keith Sweat. look if you wannna show me some of what you listen to I'm down I just don't like the metal tat has all that growling. Just let me finish this song..."

He put on a song. He sighed. "This is what...this is the song my mom loved to hear..." The song It Must Have Been Love by Roxette played. She closed her eyes to listen to it. They listened in silence and to his surprise she said, "I never heard that song before...it's romantic and I like the beat but it sounds kinda sad...was she sad too?"

"In a lot of ways, yes. She was. But she was strong. And women are taught to show less emotion. Where we come from. But the two of them being had to play Ameican so it ws a paradox...Americans are very emotional."

"To be hon...that was something I never understood..i mean ho can any of you bole that up? I get that men do it but women too? It's kinda crazy. I don't mean any disrespect either it's just I don't understand."

"It's kind of like how we don't smile in public. It looks odd to us to do that without a reason. The best way I can put it is we're cold on the surface warm on the inside especially when you come to our home as a guest. Americans are only warm on the surface but on the inside there's not much there.I've said it before."

"You know...what I like about you..." She said. "You don't have any of the racist attitudes that a lot of people that look like you do. I mean I know you were raised most of your year in Russia but you were born in America. It was what you knew before you knew you were Russian. I knew I was black though and you knew you wer white you never knew your culture though and I don't know my true heritage."

"That can change now...they have DNA tests now. But what is your point, Imani?"

"You can't honestly believe all Americans are bad, right? Or you wouldn't be with me. It's good that you're outside the inter conflicts we have...my hood has a lot of beef with Latinos and them with us and just in society at large we got problems with a lot of wealthier white people,. I don't personally just the racist ones but I gotta also speak on behalf of how my block thinks too."

"I don't believe there truly is such a thing as an American. I'm not really one. And neither are you. We all came from somewhere else. This country has the potential to be the greatest but it isn't. It has every nationality in the world. So if I was to say I was prejudiced against African Americans or Latin Americans that would be racist. But if I say I am against all Americans or at least the general public..i would not be. I think hating a different nationalist is considered racist or not racist based on what the predominant race is. But America is multiracial. I don't hate them for that. I hate them because they try to police the world And in spite of their diversity everybody who is not an immigrant or a first generation immigrant forgets where they come from. The rest of the world doesn't exist to them. Unless the US is at war with them."

"But if you hate America when we have every kind of people here...is't that like you hate the world?" Ivan was speechless. "You...are a difficult woman to deal with...you've got punishment coming later and the focus will be on your backside..."

She chuckled but said, "In other words you got no comeback."

She then looked at him and said, "Well i know you cant tell too many people about what it is you do and what it is you're here for...I'm glad you told me."

By the time it was night, he had left the hotel room and was on his way to Pacific Bluffs. He had heard Lamar would be there. Even Mai's gang would be there and the CGF members would be. So to, would the Psychos. The balance with the situation of Russian inmates in the San Andrean prison system was hanging so Ivan knew he would need to be careful and as a matter of fact, since Anatoly and Vasily would be along for this, they would be posing as members of the Lost MC to not have any AV blowback on them. Still, Ivan felt it was the right thing to do.

his war with Mai and the Da Nang Boyz was temporarily on hold for the moment because Eddie was just too dangerous. Ivan picked up Vasily and Anatoly. "Did you get what i asked for?" Demanded Ivan. "Yes..." Stated Anatoly.

They arrived where Lamar waited. The Families gangster wore a dark green T shirt and blue jeans. Ivan also spotted a bald black man who looked middle aged and a man in that age group but slightly younger that wore a green Varsity jacket and had a greenish blue bandanna on. Lamar introduced them. "What's up, ya'll..." He said. "This here is Scratch and Cue Ball from Carson Avenue."

Ivan recognized a younger black male of darker complexion and knew that was Grizz's son. Cue Ball nodded. "If you aint know since you obviously from outta town, we been bumping with CGF for the longest. But it's time we put all that bullshit aside though. What I'm trying to find out though man is why ya'll bump with the Aryans? You Russians cool with the Armenians and Armenians cool with the same Ese's that have had dope alliances with the Aryans. So why should we trust you?"

"You should trust Lamar Davis..." Vasily grunted back. "He has had my comrade work for him in many jobs in 2013 and Ivan has not failed him yet. He is also a former room mate of Mai Ngyuen."

"Yeah but we know ya'll on the outs with each other..." Shot back Scratch. "Something about you being Russian Mob her being a Da Nang Girl and that sewer rat motherfucker from before being a Azteca. I wouldn't have even tried to be in no room mate situation lie that but hey maybe that's how ya'll do west of Strawberry."

"You shouldn't call the big homie a sewer rat..." Stated Helgada as he and several Aztecas including Lil Maniaco approached and had seven A backing them up plus Casper from Taco Flats who had been a friend to H Bomb approached with five Vagos. "And what the fuck You going against the grain?!" Demanded Cue Ball. "Your big homie gonna fuck around and put you fools on a green light party, cuh!"

"Neto didn't say we couldn't kill AV's. He doesn't know we're doing this shit that's true..." Helgada stated. "But I',m the shot caller for the clique, man. He's on some whole other shit I can't speak on, vato. But I grew up with Bomb at least I knew him when we were both younger. And when he was coming outta prison he met Casper shit they live pretty close to each other."

There was also Ballas present including Tyson, Janea, G Bone, Stone and K Low and Weasel. Lil Maniaco stated his piece. "Well, my hood has never been that against morenos all across the board..." The rapper stated. "We were always cool with you Locs..." He said. "More than them..." He glared at the Ballas. G Bone sneered. "You want problems, boy? Cause I can either make you the next dead rapper...or make your ass the next hot rapper that got shot. Maybe make you a chart topping playa while you laid up in a cast but either way, don't test me!"

One of Maniaco's friends, a cholo with spiky black hair and a dark blue t shirt and baggy black jeans and a Pounders hat on backwards standing at 5'11 snarled back, "You don't want to do that, fool. Ballas do kick up dust and maybe you gave our hood a hard time but Aztecas outnumber you."

G Bone growled, "I don't give a goddamn..." Tyson growled, "Nigga hush! We here to work with these people. We could debate this shit all day as to why some Ese's aint with the business when it comes to the white boys but this aint prison it's the streets and if they willing to stand with niggas against that kind of evil well that shows there's a line even a south sider won't cross..."

"We haven't been cool with the gavacho vanguard in a long time, homes..." Insisted Helgada. "Even before this truce that might happen at Eagle Bay we haven't been cool with them in a while. Shit is escalating. You'd think they wouldn't care about new inmates that are fish that we wanna fuck up but they do after all so we got pedo. And it aint as bad but Rifas aint cool with BGA or a least they're not tight."

Upon saying this, the realization hung in the air that even while the Northern and Southern Chicanos might have a truce to end their nearly fifty year war, this did nothing for the remaining BGA and AV controlled inmates. The AV had the same control as always but with BGA dwindling now it was like the Ballas inside and Families inside now just had their own higher tier leadership that had more influence than the BGA. They were like the black equivalent but at the same time they were supposed to be united though who really knew behind closed doors among themselves if the Families and Ballas might not try and kill each other when brown or white inmates weren't watching?

Casper laid out his reason plain as day. "I don't associate with known rapists, bro. For all the shit mi raza and the Woods inside give the morenos about how they don't do paperwork and take chomos off the yard, it looks bad if there's a head honcho for the Woodpile that his own people haven't taken him out for it. They should but they won't cause of his rank and that shows me his money goes a long way. He made himself untouchable before he started fucking around with women in that way..."

"We don't know this for sure if he really is a rapist..." Anatoly stated. "I have also met this Eddie before...and i don't know first hand that he did it. I can tell he has killed before but rape?"

H Bomb had pulled up and he had heard what was said. "It aint just that..." He stated. "I got a recording of the shit."

""If you say so..." Anatoly replied.

"Look..." H Bomb stated. "My brother got jacked up by some niggas from the same set as me. He's laid up. You know what they had to do, bruh? They had to take veins out of his legs and put them in his arm. That's how bad it was this time Now the first thing i want to do is lay out whatever motherfuckers did that. But he told me what I was doing was right...and to wait to talk to the OG from 166th. So that's what I'ma do. I'm doing the right thing here. I know that motherfucker's pure evil..." Stated Bomb. "And he has to die today."

"Hey no disrespect, primo..." Helgada said taking the Spanish way of saying cousin to address the preferred Families greeting. "But I been hearing about that fool for a while and I heard that too what he did. I was gonna stick him when I was on a level four too but I couldn't get to him. But my question is...of all the people he killed or raped why you so mad about her? I get why CGF is. That's their homegirl and i get why you are from a perspective that she's one of you but why are you just as mad if not more than these CGF vatos? That's how it seems to me. Was she your old lady or what? Or just a good friend?"

H Bomb considered illustrating that while Lamar was pissed about what happened to her and he would try and get revenge, he wasn't about to say that Lamar was not smart enough on his own to get revenge for her. What he would tell the Azteca OG however, was a fact that it seemed not many outside the Ballas or Families seemed to know. "Danielle..." H Bomb stated. "Was my cousin. So yeah...it's personal. I gots to go on a mission for her."

He sighed. "Ivan, check your boy. Make sure it aint no more questions. Cause we about to ride on these MH1 bitches and we aint trying to have none of that confusion."

Ivan noticed that the East Asians were there too including T Mart as well as Clayton and a couple of Vietnamese girls plus several more homeboys. Ulu and Mahana were also there.

"It will not be a problem..." Ivan stated. "He is just young."

Ivan spotted a dark gray Glendale and noticed an older Vietnamese man inside. He realized this was Khoi. Mai had not been able to find her father in months. Now here he was leading a charge on a gang and usually she would be here.

There was also a few black gangsters he didn't recognize. A nineteen year old black girl for instance with dark skin who was a Baller from East Side Ballas a hood he had killed members from during Trevor's heist. She was an attractive teen about 115lbs and 5'8. Her measurments were 32C-25-36. She was blowing bubbles with some pink bubblegum and his mind went to the gutter.

Next was to his surprise, even some Orange Grove members and he didn't catch the names of any of the seven men there but he did get the name of the woman. A light skinned black woman who despite being mostly black with probably 30% European blood something about her eyes struck him as Asian. She was introduced as Queenie and she wasn't dressed like a gangster at all. She wore leopard print pants and a yellow brown and green highly expensive customized designer blouse. She was in her late thirties possibly early forties so she was an OG and still in the game unusual for a female that age.

There was also a Carson Avenue female named Kiss who stood at 5'7 and had a 40 inch ass and 40 D's in breast size. She wore a green sweater and blue jeans shorts and carried an Uzi.

There was also Layla who was from OCB aged 24. She stood five foot five and her measurements were 36B-28-38.

Last was a baller OG from a west side hood set. He was Skell from the Strawberry Avenue Ballas, a hood that contested with CGF over control of the Chamberlain Hills projects a hood that had been theirs and still was in certain parts of the multiple complex housing projects but with gentrification and gang injunctions sometimes not only would some black areas become Mexica but sometimes a Ballas hood could be Families overnight and the other way around.

He was in his late forties and had been around since the 90's. He had been part of the truce between the Ballas and Familes after the Los Santos Riots. He was a hardcore OG and he often beefed with youngsters from other gangs that tried to kill him but usually had an understanding with the OG's from the same neighborhoods. He wore a white t shirt and a white do-rag and black gym shorts.

As they all got into their respective cars, H Bomb pulled up alongside Ivan in his sea green Savannah. "Hey before we go..I notice you a little light on the Bravta. Is there a problem?"

Stone and he were in the same car to his surprise and one female from 165th hood was in the back seat while an OCB female was next to her. "Just a civil war that we are trying to take care of and believe me, we have to deal with it. Kenny Petrovic has become an even bigger incovieniance than before. That is all."

"Aight well I heard ya'll might be rolling light and the Samoans are doing the same but right now it's still some of em wanting MH 1 blood. Same with the Da Nang Boyz. I know you and the old man don't see eye to eye. I do my research..." The mixed African American gangster said. "So because me and really the Families down here in general gets along with the Da Nangs I thought you should know they going all out on MH 1. A lot of the sets from out here is feeling that way. They feel like since MH 1started in the Flats it should be a set from out here to do they ass in. I told em Eddie's mine they said they agree to it as long as they get his soldiers but if one of their youngsters pops him it could be problems between us and them down the line."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. That old man, Khoi is no joke. If you kill one of his soldiers he will make your life a living hell..."

Vasily nodded. "Me and him have tried to kill each other before. He almost did kill me."

"I'm from Davis, Ivan. We're born in hell."

Anatoly told him, "Try a Siberian prison. Then talk to me about hell. At least your city is warm, no?"

Ivan told the blonde Bravta member, "Shut up."

Stone then added, "hey, Boogeyman! Speaking on that beef you got with the Petrovic...I aint making any promises but you want some help with that? You helped us with the Carsons and whoever else we had funk with. I figured it's time to return the favor and if you ask me for the work you already put in for the Psychos they owe you a favor or two with that war of yours too. I aint looking to see none of my people killed but we know how to be careful. Better numbers. And if I'm being honest I been looking into the shit going on in Liberty. Yall are losing out there so you need a victory in the west, my nigga!"

"You think we are losing? That man has no family left. No legacy. He lost his son in 2008 and didn't even kill the man who pulled the trigger he used the man to kill the boss who set it up. Kenneth is a bitch as you Americans say."

"Hey I hope you can back that talk up with action..." Stated the female OCB member. "Cause even we know about that fool. He got ties to Israel, America and Russia. Yall only got ties to the last two."

"Well, the Markovich Family lives. Not one member has died in recent years since Mrs. Markovich!" Protested Anatoly.

"Yeah but we heard about Natasha..." Stated H Bomb. "That's some fucked up shit...it reminds me of what happened to my brother. He aint even out of the woods yet. Is she all right?"

"yes but she hasn't spoken much..."

"Just think about what I said, Boogeyman..." Stated Stone. "Cause we took losses in our hood from that bitch Santa Muerte. I'm still trying to clap his ass behind what happened to Leondre and i aint forgetting it. I tell myself it was just war and we gotta move on but now i think about it and that's my nigga and he aint around."

"It wasn't Demon or Neto that killed him, remember?" Asked Vasily. "That was Lil King. Your prodigy..." He stated looking at H Bomb. Even though Stone had heard that in the streets he didn't have confirmation until now. he shot a dirty look at H Bomb. "Look homie we'll talk about that later..." The Families OG stated. "That was a bad year for both sides...Lil King's lost his mama and his pops to the streets."

"Yeah best believe we will talk on that..." Stated Stone. He sighed and then said, "But look you might not have your bosses all fucked up the way Kenny is but don't get it twisted. Ole boy Grisha's beefing with his pops and that means it's a house divided. They got more casualties on their side but they also got more people. Ya'll got less casualties at the top but you aint one so your forces are split in two. Even if both you and Grisha hate Kenny Petrovic, he can still fuck with ya'll while your forces divided, dog. You need us and you know this..."

"All right. You've made a good point. I'll talk about it with the rest of us. We are already good friends with OCB and we have fought together so yes maybe it is time to let you do a little gang banging in the suburbs to help us."

Anatoly also chimed in, "Kozacks against Jews for the heart of Russia and the streets of Hove Beach and wherever we want...it is a story as old as time itself."

As they left, Stone observed, "Huh...they said Kozacks against Jews? I knew it was white boys killing white boys but I aint know it was on some Anti Semetic shit..."

"It probably aint just that..." Retorted H Bomb. "It's gotta be about domination. The Jewish dudes in the Bravta been the plug. Aint saying it was all them but they dominated the Russian mob a long time."

"We gotta talk about something else homie...right now while it's still friendly. One of my homegirls in this whip and one of yours."

"Lil King."

"Yeah..."

"I told you. He lost his mama and he already been lost his daddy before he came to Los Santos."

"Yeah but why you help him? If you hit a level three or four yard they put you in the Davis and Rancho card, fool. You wouldn't even be bunked up with niggas from the westside of LS unless it was a Davis hood but it sure as fuck wouldn't be no niggas from out there near 60th street."

"You know what all the shit Leondre did in his last days. i don't got respect for most Ese's but Demon was an old school dude. If he'd have had kids he wouldn't have gone after them. But Leondre targeted his kid."

"Yeah I know he was outta line why you think I had to usurp his ass? But that don't mean Lil King shouldn't still have to answer for it. But you took it upon yourself. You and Sway tried to play daddy, my nigga! And that aint you. Leondre popped that Ese's son cause he already lost his brother. Or did you forget that?"

"He reminded me of somebody from my hood back in the day..." Bomb said. "Almost look exactly like him just different hair. The 90's are over but it aint so easy to forget. And you know it aint the same. Leondre's brother was in the game. That's the difference. His son was a civilian. And I aint sure I can trust Ivan at this point either cause it's one thing when a white dude aint racist in any way but h's almost so non prejudiced it's too a fault. To where he'll tolerant a black man that shouldn't be tolerated. Like somebody that kills kids."

"Nah, I aint forget the 90's I was there too. But on the real you know them Ese's target our kids. What about that black girl they shot to earn stripes?"

"It was at his birthday, fool, come on now."

"All I'm saying is they got the numbers and they'll squeeze at us and pop innocents. I aint down with that but maybe if the YG's want to do that we shouldn't stop them. It'll send the message we won't go down without a fight and nobody's safe on their side."

"Well I can't do that and if I let even a BG take out a kid...that's inviting bad karma to where it could happen to me and my baby girls. It doesn't matter if you pull the trigger yourself or not. If you're willing to let it happen you're just the same as whoever pulls the trigger."

"Aight well if you feel like that about it and you feel that way about Ivan, why even take his help, dude? He understood Leondre cause he did that in the war too. Not killing kids up close but he was on them bombers dropping Odinists..."

"It's ordinance you illiterate motherfucka..." Rolled the eyes of the female OCB member. "Don't you got any family in the military?"

"You can't compare the two," H Bomb insisted. "Dropping ordinance on targets from the sky isn't the same thing as targeting a child. You as me why I take his help now though knowing he stood with Leondre? I don't know. Maybe just as a means to an end. I'd rather one of these MH 1 punks hit him than me or any of my homies so if I gotta have a Markovich decoy, so be it. It'll be like the Vietnam war but in reverse where we aint on the front lines."

The Muslim convert OG stated next, "Now I got a question for you Stone. My damu brotha...explain to me how it is okay if you're defending Leondre and you don't condone his actions but you did take his spot from him at the time...why do you sit in his spot? Why don't you give that up to somebody else and retire? Cause it doesn't matter what position you take on it. If you feel he was outta line killing a kid and you took the throne from him but you still mad that he got got by a BG, why not give it up? Cause if you're mad about him getting shot you may as well be mad about how you even got that place of power you're at. See me and my brother? We didn't take the spot from anybody. We were just some of the last two from our generation. That's why."

"Oh what so I'm supposed to let some nigga in his twenties run the show? Are you for real?"

"I explained why I would still accept Ivan's help. I prefer Mai but between him and Eddie he's the lesser of two evils. Plus I don't like that he's with Sugar but...at least it means he's got skin in the game. But what that doesn't tell me is why you still sitting at the top of Covenant if you don't like how Leondre went out? Whether it's the Aztecas or CGF. If you want to go find Lil King and kill him, if you a man of principal then give up your top dog position. If you really miss him that much, it aint even a hard choice."

Stone glared as they dove in silence. H Bomb thought to himself, Yeah...just like I thought.

Mai

The East Asian woman soon found herself with her own mouth on Cherry's womanhood earning a scream from the already sensitive younger woman as her clit was still sensitive from her last orgasm. Gina now had her tongue in Mai's womanhood. She had dismounted from Baby Face and now he was thrusting doggystyle into Gina's warmth and he groaned as her slick tight walls welcomed him and she cried out, "YEAAH! AHHH!" As he drove into her strumming her clit from behind. He surprised Mai in a swift move as he went from kissing Gina's sweaty back from behind to moving it to her butt. His tongue probed the hoop of her asshole and she cried out, "UHHAHHH!" She gasped in surprise her tongue escaped her mouth without her realizing it and it poked into Cherrys cunt like a cock. Cherry let out a yip that reminded her of a little dog and Cherry's hands gripped Mai's black hair tightly.

Baby Face slapped Gina's ass again reddening her right butt cheek as he had already done with the left. Mai had uncuffed him saying, "You need to be more hands free. But if you try to leave I'll take it out on you. And that thing..." She said smiling evil at his dick, "Will be what I take it out on."

He fingered her asshole as he drove deeper into her wet womanhood and she let out a yell. "MMMMHHH MMM HMMM!"

Cherry, meanwhile, was thrashing about as as Mai tongue lashed her.

Baby Face turned Gina back to him. They kissed until they were both breathless. His hands finally slid against her to see how far he'd let her go. He cupped his hand over her groin. His fingers slid into her body.

She let him. She let him finger her. She let him thumb her folds and find her clit and bring her to orgasm. He felt her tighten. He felt her clench. She sucked his tongue and came for him.

She used her thighs to sink down on him. Her hands shifted and gripped his neck, almost like she'd choke him. The shock of it, the need of it, it burst out of his mouth on a curse as his latched to her hips to hold on. The power of her thighs, the power of her pussy, both of them stole all his reason and ripped it screaming from his body.

She fucked him stupid, fast, and determined. She rode him like a jockey on the racehorse of his soul. He angled her just enough to hit the end of her body and she took it, thighs clenching.

He felt her tighten. He watched her face while she came. She clenched so hard around him that he lost his grip on her. She tightened her hands around his throat. Like a leash. Like a noose.

Like a trigger.

He grunted, "...fuck." And she did that too. Riding him madly. The perfect storm. He slid his hands up her back to curl her around him and gripped her shoulders, shoving her fast and hard and furiously down on his body.

Her one sound was a cry into his mouth as she came. He felt his ball seize. He felt his brains scramble.

Her hands gripped his throat and she hissed, against his mouth, "Not in me. Not yet."

Gina smelled and felt like heaven.

He couldn't stop himself from running his stubbled chin against the soft pillow of her breasts in the open neck of her top. It wasn't anything too overt but she inhaled sharply in response, shifting her body closer to his.

Baby Face pulled her a little, spilling her over his body until she was straddling him. The sheet, her clothes, narrow barriers between what his body wanted more then anything. He wanted to bury himself inside her. He wanted to lose his way in her. He wanted to submerse himself and just let go.

He pulled back enough from her to see her face. Her eyes were dilated, her skin flush. Testing, he cupped her hips and rubbed the feel of himself against her body. She shuddered and gripped his shoulders. Oh yeah, he thought with a little bit of madness, she was hot for it.

The cold touched her exposed body. She shivered both in response and in need as he studied her. His thumb traced gently over the apex of her body, teasingly soft.

She bucked a little against his touch. And the smile on his face was dark and sexual, telling her he was thinking dirty little thoughts.

"Do it." She breathed. "Do it."

She wanted him fast and he obliged. He thrust two fingers into her, his thumb tracing circles at the apex of her body. Gina made some sound between a squeal and a gasp, her body arching back, her small breasts chilled by the open air.

The cold, the desire, made her nipples hard and tight and he took her into his mouth, rolling the taste of her there like sampling fine wine.

Meanwhile, Cherry cried out even more.

Mai finger fucked her quick and steady, thumbing her clit as her mouth devoured her skin. They kissed, wet and long, deep and hard.

When she was wild with it, she pulled back enough to spill his hands all over her body, palming her breasts, kneading her thighs.

The Hmong IAA agent tongued her like a pro, flicking, licking, lapping and retreating until she was nearly insane. Finally she lifted her hand and filled her with her fingers and she lost it. She bowed, her body tightened, and she came, clawing at her shoulders. Her thighs twitched and she cried out, riding the waves of orgasm until she was back in her body in the cold night air.

Jesus Christ, he thought desperately, she was lava. She burned him everywhere she touched. He hammered her through it, jerked her up into his arms and spilled her over his lap on the bench. She whipped, boneless, and landed on him to ride him like she'd kill him.

Her hands grabbed his and threw them over his head against the wall. She bound him there, slapping, slipping, snapping her hips and rolling. She rode, she rocked, she whipped him into a frenzy that brought his mouth up for the flavor of hers in a kiss as wet as they were.

He drove his fingers into her. He wished he could do the same to her heart.

She was wet and tight and perfect and he made some sound of hunger the moment his fingers were inside of her. It was simultaneously the best feeling he'd ever had and the worst feeling he'd ever felt. Because touching her was going to kill him.

Gina cried out, bucking against his hand. He pinned her against the bed while he speared his hand into her body like a pointed assault. He pulled a fast one on her and ripped her back from the edge of her own stupor.

He wasn't trying to ease her back from the edge. He was ripping her off it while she was still screaming. She turned slick and hot and wet around his thrusting digits, feeling her body heat and fire and fill for him. She tried to kiss him and he let her fall back against the bed. He held her down now, one hand across her collarbone as he worked her body. He did it without mercy, without anything but greed.

She grabbed his arm and held it. She slipped her hand down and covered his where it thrust into her, spilling her hand over his at the apex of her body so she could feel him there. She slid their fingers through each other, twining them as they touched her. It was impossibly hot, impossibly dirty, impossibly wonderful. Jesus Christ, he thought desperately, he'd forgotten the feel of her, the look of her, the flavor of her. And it killed him and ripped him out of the ashes of his own demise to rise again to love her.

He licked her, wet and long, torturing her with it. That had changed too, she thought desperately, he didn't feast on her, he savored her. It was slow and smooth and maddening.

He ground the tousled crown of his hair against her belly and opened her body to him. It was rich and wet and wonderful. His tongue was thrilling, sculpting and sliding and swirling. Gina shivered, her thighs quivering, as he made a sound of want and stole her breath. Like she was the only thing in the world that he would die tasting. Like she was the only thing in the world he wanted in his mouth. Her hands came down to grip in his hair as he delved into her body, killing them both with it.

It was them, yes, but it wasn't. It was new. It was different. And it had been so long that she'd forgotten that feeling in her belly for him. It was ripe and raw, red at the edges, and filled her flesh with a song of something greedy and hot. She bowed, quaking, and he slipped a finger into her body. That was it, she was done. She humped against his face, just once, and came against his tongue with a little cry. Her thighs clenched around his face, quivering, and she felt his tongue in her, in her, while he felt her go around him.

She whispered, "Oh god…"

And it was right. It was right. It was what she'd needed. No hugs. No softness. This. This red, raw, raping need that came out of her body in a gasping moan. This was what she needed. He'd always known what she needed.

He slid up her body. He licked a smooth, wet line up her belly as he went. She let him, watching his face now with a kind of soft wonder. She laid flat on the bed and he cupped her breasts, feathering them in soft, wet kisses. His tongue swirled, lips plucking and playing at them.

His hands took hers and laid them over her head. She tried to catch his eyes with hers but couldn't. It felt…she felt something over that. Something that edged into the haze of want and hurt her. His eyes were closed as he nipped, gently, sweetly down the side of her neck. This softness thrilled her and scared her and enthralled her.

He was licking over the hollow of her throat and his hands. His hands…his hands were sculpting her breasts, artfully, masterfully. It brought her breath in shallow pants and desperate sighs. And he kissed her, kissed each scar from the gunshot wounds she'd survived on the streets. He rolled his tongue over them and stole something from her to see it. Those hands moved over her ribcage, over her hips, down the insides of her thighs. He cupped her mound, rubbing his hand over the wetness of her.

She made a sound that pleased him and he dipped two fingers into her eager heat. Gasping, she tried to grab his face but he held her arms down over her head. He rolled his thumb to lazily crest over the apex of her body, pushing her into a ragged storm of razors made to cut out her soul. She cried out, feeling the smoothness go jagged at the edges.

He was licking her nipples now and he drew one into his mouth to suckle it, almost lazily. His delving hand increased its pace, maddening her and thrilling them both with her dewy excitement. She tried to pull her hands free and he held her down, pushing her up that jagged edge as he shifted that smoothly delving hand to an unholy, ungodly, unbelievably fast pace now. His fingers fucked her skillfully, fast and murderous.

She arched, bucking against his hand, and he bit down. He bit down on her breast, just hard enough to drag a cry from her mouth. He sucked her into the wet cavern of that mouth and held her there, rolling his tongue over her aching nipple. She bowed, spine curling, and came wetly now, humping hard and deep. Wet, wet, red and wet and wanting, she grabbed his forearm and bared down against the assault against her body. It was like dying and flying and coming undone.

e fucked her body deep and hard. She bucked and cried out. He felt her come around his fingers, sliding them into the sucking, swirling, soul stealing heat of her.

She cried out suddenly yelling, "Ookii!Attakai!"

(It's so big! You're so warm!)

He was stunned. "Is that...Japanese...?" He panted. She turned to Mai and Cherry who were already still lapping at each other. "Yeah...I'm part Japanese...but I'm still Vietnamese...and Korean. And Filipina. Is that a problem?"

"World War 2's over..." He panted. "No problem. It's time for loving not war...but keep talking in Japanese! That's fuckin sexy...not like the Japanese porn girls though I mean say it but normal you know?"

She rolled her eyes. "Don't worry I won't moan like I'm getting fucked by tentacles...Irete hoshii!"

"What's that mean?"

"Put it in. I want it now..."

She began to moan again her vocals and her breaths speeding to keep up with each other. He began to cry out more as she spoke in Japanese more. "Gaman shite!"She cried out as he smacked her ass.

(Don't come yet!)

He bit her left breast and she cried, "YABAI!"

He kept going and rammed her g spot. "IKISOU!" She wailed as he fingered and fucked her.

He felt her spasm, felt her spill. She yelped as she reached her peak of her orgasm. "Ah fuck!" He exploded inside her. It wasn't an orgasm at the same time like in the movies but maybe the closest thing was getting the woman off and nutting right after. He panted, sweaty

She then gave that naughty grin only she had and pulled him close for a kiss.

Ivan

He spotted his own friends from the Psychos. They would be dressed as Da Nang Boyz for this fight. Eddie had asked Ivan to leave the Psychos out of it if there was a side he took. And even now, Ivan and the others were posing as members of the Lost. Buddha put out a cigarette inside his car. He had an MP5 in his lap. "I never thought I'd be wearing the colors from Cum Stains hood..." Griped Sly. He was still also angry about the fight he had lost against the Chinese American from the BSU. He had taken a while to heal his cuts. He still planned on revenge but wasn't sure how or what he would do to get it. He knew almost nothing about Shotgun Mary. Meanwhile Ivan knew almost everything.

Another female had just gotten out of prison a year ago that was part of Buddha's set and wanted to come along. She was a Cambodian lady with blonde hair yet dark skin. Her eyes were not slanted in the typical way of most Asians and a lot of Cambodians looked this way but other features betrayed that she was SE Asian. Buddha introduced her as Botum but she was known, against her will by the nickname Bottom due to her large butt. "That's my homegirl Bottom...oops I mean Botum. She just got off a five year sentence for robbery.

She had 36DD-26-36 in measurements and was 5'2, 121 lbs.

"The NAME is Botum motherfucker..."

Sly sneered at her. "Neang angruon rueng noh now e chhmam kouk knong kouk bonte neang min chaulchett nowpel delke haw vea ."

(She shakes that thing at nigger guards in prison but she doesn't like it when she gets called that.)

"Ning pnrsa muoy krom . ning la ti n pirbei . khnhom ttuol ban asai asai now tamophlauv! vea chea kar pyeabeal nowphteah bonte anak min ach bantosa khnhom champoh kar pyeayeam rosacheate phsaengtiet cheapisesa nowpel del min mean chhmam cheachraen del meultowdauchchea puok yeung . banthem pi nih khnhom doeng tha anak ban chhmam chhkechachk pnrsa nowpel del anak thleakchoh dauchneh min niyeay saumbite ."

(And a bunch of white ones. And a few Latinos. I get Asian dick in the street! It's the coming home treat but you can't blame me for trying other flavors especially when there's not many guards that look like us. Plus I KNOW you piped some white blonde bitch guard when you were down so don't even talk.)

" chasa bonte anak meankaun cheamuoy mteaychenhchum kakhvak haey thveu aoy meankar phnheakphaael yeang khlang ."

"FUCK YOU, SLY! I bet your shit is small!"

"anak kit proh khnhom chea choncheate asai noh chea kar pitmen te? lbich robsa yeung la krobkrean samreab anak moun pel anak veay bich."

(.You think because I'm Asian that's true, huh? Our dicks were good enough for you before you hit the pen. )

Jade stated, "Well to be honest, Cambodia has 4 inches on average. I'm not saying I never came from it but it's a fact that white and black countries got it bigger. I said bigger not better. But I aint dissing all Asians just you!"

"chea kar brasaernasa kaulombi mean tamlei leusa bratesa teangoasa leuklengte bratesa ahvrik muoy ru pir . thom cheangke trauv ban ke sanmot tha chea bratesa kongohkao bonte ekvadr sthetnow lomdab ti 2 ning amerik khangotbaung mean tomham mothyompheak chraen cheangke bamphot . puokke teubte mean bratesa thom muoy ryy pir ku kongohkao ning hkanea haey saumbite bratesa teangnoh reaykar ampi rueng muoy haey veasa tomham tauchcheang moun . nihsaeriyea ning etyaupi teangpir ban thveu . choncheate nihsaeriyea mean tomham tauchcheang kmengobrosa choncheate sbek sa nowknong bratesa angklesa ryy barang haey kmengobrosa choncheate sbek sa teangnoh mean tomham tauchcheang spay . dauchneh yeung del chea kmengobrosa asai ach teab cheang nowknong bratesa daem robsa yeung . bonte anak kang robsa anak mean koldaw khpasa cheangke . piproh strei pheakochraen saumbite anak del min chaulchett kadauchchea anak nung min tow rk borsa kongohkao der . haniphy chomnuoy kante khpasa . minmen tha anak baromph ampi rueng noh te."

(, Colombia outsizes all but one or two African countries. The biggest is supposed to be the Congo but Ecuador is second and South America has the most continental average size. They just got one or two big countries Congo and Ghana and even those places self report one thing and get measured smaller. Nigeria and Ethiopia both did. Nigerians are smaller than white boys in England or France and those white boys are smaller than spics)

He then added, "You're disgusting if you fucked them too. All that grease. We're supposed to be at war with them."

"vea minmen chea karreusaaeng cheatesasa nowknong ponthoneakear robsa strei te! krawpi nih vea chea bangobaaun ning anak phsaengtiet chiah knong kouk robsa anak . cheamuoy kouk robsa yeung mean anakyeam khmaw cheachraen ."

"And yet you went down for stabbing a Vaga on one day and a Da Nang girl you pistol whipped to death and your bitch ass only got fourteen years out of a twenty year sentence. For a second degree murder charge and an attempted murder..."

"Wrong, idiot. I plead guilty to the stabbing and got assault with a deadly weapon. What you wanted me to stayin there and eat pussy instead of getting dick? What happened to you? You used to be a sweet little kid!"

Vera smiled. "Don't worry, Botum I understand your urge completely. I just wouldn't if they were a guard though."

"You got with a guard and you snitched on him. You had his fuckin black bastard. You shouldn't be allowed back. We aint Da Nangs. We don't suck on Families nuts."

"We're cool with the dudes from one set some of the time..." Corrected Monster.

"Still we don't like nobody except Triads and some others but nobody in our city. We're the only ones with no friends around here. Da Nang bitches hog on the Samoans nuts and Families. The vago sewer rats and ass tecas such each other's asses and back their boyfriends up against us. We're the only ones that stand alone in our section."

"My kid aint black okay he's mixed. He's Asian and black and maybe you'd abandon your baby but I wouldn't. Why do you care anyway? What did you wanna fuck me?!" She sneered.

"I don't as far as your nasty pussy goes. I got all kinds of pussy..." He put an arm around Jade and an arm around and an arm around Kona. "But you fucked a guard. And we all know you snitched on him. I'm glad a CO lost his job but snitching is snitching. I don't see why Buddha doesn't just let me kill you."

"Because it's allowed when you're telling on a guard, all right? I don't know if the scraps or the woods have that rule and I don't see the Rifas allowing it I don't think but the brothers and others car, we can snitch the brothers can so we can. And look, Ivan for the record I don't agree with Sly's views but he says what he says long as he does nothing crazy I aint gonna stop him he's right we got no friends out here. But at the same time prison politics is one thing we have to survive with them in there out here we don't have to. If we work with black gangs it'll be if we choose to not cause we gotta."

"I am confused I thought Asian gangsters out here hated the Vagos and the Aryans. Why do Psychos not put differences aside? Da Nang Boyz and Sons Of Polynesia work together. Even the rival Families neighborhoods help each other if an East Side Vago comes at them."

"Because we got mutual friends and enemies. Put it that way. We do hate Vagos the most but a Tranny can catch a bullet just the same as an SOP or a Cum Stain."

"Does my son look black or Asian or both?" Demanded Batum showing Ivan a picture. "You're a neutral party so you tell me!"

"Uh..." He looked. The son, perhaps five years old who she had actually gotten custody of when she testified against the guard, had features of both. The eyes looked like hers in shape and in Ivan's experience black people had big eyes. Hers wasn't like the stereotypical Asians and neither was the sons but they were the same eyes. The skin was darker than his mother and the hair was more like the fathers but the lips were more shaped like an Asian. "Uh...he looks both. To be honest. Tell me...does his teeth have shovel shape? The incisors?"

"Yeah partially. Why?"

"That's a trait found in Native American and Asian populations..." Ivan responded. She turned to Sly. "See, bitch?"

"Yeah but you had kids with the dirty mother motherfucker and surprise surprise the black bitch isn't around. And he's still got to much black blood to ever be accepted by one of us."

Ivan turned to Sly with a warning in his voice. "You know what the mother of my children looks like, right? You are aware of who you said that to?"

"Plus to be fair we are going to ally with some Families and Ballas from Davis pretending to be the enemy..." Jade stated. "Be pretty dumb if we didn't act more like the DNB's."

"Are you aware that this is my part of town and I don't give a fuck about you or your sugar daddy bullshit?" Replied Sly to Ivan.

Ivan stepped toward him and in amazing speed, Sly had his Handgun cocked and ready and while Ivan had his handgun, the likely hood that he'd be able to draw from where he had it and hit him without taking one himself was unlikely. "You afraid to dance without a gun, little boy?"

"Little boy nothing, old man. You come and go only cause Buddha says you can, bitch. But I don't gotta like it. And it aint unfair if I shoot you! It's unfair if you go at me one on one!"

Ivan chuckled. "So we agree on something?"

"See me, I'm all about using the right force. Maybe sometimes me and my boys have jumped some people that disrespected our set. But usually I'll go one on one if I have to. But if I was to have me and seven friends jump you that's not unfair. Cause you got all that KGB training and if you expected a fair fight hand to hand THAT would be unfair. It's just as much unfair if a dude that knows martial arts beats on a dude that don't unless it's self defense. So it might seem cowardly to jump a dude but it'd be stupid of me to come at you one on one."

"Fuck all this dumb shit, Sly. I got more time on the hood than you do and you're saying this racist shit!"

"Enough. Everybody!" Buddha said shooting glares at Ivan and Sly. "We gottta get ready!" He then swatted Botum's butt with a spank earning a cry from her. "Don't worry, baby. Sly's a fag if he wouldn't hit that. I'd eat your ass with a spoon..."

It was apparent to Ivan that the two had fucked before,presumably when Buddha was coming of age in puberty and she would have likely been seventeen or eighteen when she possibly took his virginity. It was an assumption but Ivan was usually right about these things and he was good at body language. She raised her right fist at him. "Boy...if you don't..." She sighed and he laughed.

"I can't believe we gotta do this..." Botum complained taking a Mac-10.

Jade also had an Uzi. "Yeah this shit is embarrassing..."

Monster added, "For real What do we care if some bitch from CGF got raped? She aint one of our homies."

"There's something to be said about empathy for those outside your own family and friends..."Ivan said but then with self awareness added, "But I'm the last one who could or should tell you about it. Instead I'll just be realistic. You hate MH1 just as much as the DNB's do. Don't think of it as helping them or the Families. Think of it as helping me and yourselves."

"Fine..." Stated Win "But if the Da Nang's find out, your whole plan is fucked up."

"That's true..." Ivan admitted. "Just remember that their set isn't the only Da Nang set in the Flats. But it's important you all keep your gang rags on."

The plan was set in motion. The Ballas and Families and OGF would be attacking from the north side of the complex where the MH 1 AV affiliates were. And where Eddie was said to be holding a meeting. The Samoans and Da Nang Boyz would be attacking from the east. Ivan, his Bravta soldiers as well as his Psycho associates pretending to be DNB would be attacking from the west and to be on the safe side, they would make sure that they stayed among the Bravta so as not to have the Da Nang Boyz who were real recognize them.

Ivan realized he was playing a dangerous game because these Psychos were pretending to be their enemy all the while claiming to be from LS and not the beach so not only was this plan depending on the real DNB's not recognizing them it also depended on the Psychos who did know exactly who the real DNB's were, not taking what they would think would be an opportune moment to take out some of their traditional enemies in the crossfire in the hopes it would be blamed on the AV.

Ivan had of course warned them that if they did this, their alliance with the Bravta would be over and they would now be enemies. The Cambodian and Hmong gangsters feigned fearlessness but he knew they knew what he was capable of not to mention the much richer army he had at his disposal compared to ghetto Asian kids who considered a Mac-10 to be high grade where as the Markovich Family had access to armor piercing Assault Rifles and Sniper Rifles that were not even on the market yet.

Lastly, the Aztecas from Rancho under Helgada from Neto's exact clique were attacking from the south alongside Casper and his Vago carnales from Davis.

As was the plan, a green Manana crashed into a red Rebel. Scratch and Cue Ball got out and four members of MH 1 ran out. The owner of the truck, a white male who had a shaved head but was redhaired originally, standing 5'7 and skinny but muscles in his arms at least, approached the two Families members. "The fuck is wrong with you asshole?! You hit my truck!"

Cue Ball stated, "Hey I was just wondering if a brother could borrow some sugar, man! I know white people got a lotta sugar in they house!" The man and three of his friends rushed to attack them. Cue Ball withdrew his .347 Desert Eagle and Scratch fired his Browning HP. They both fired striking the first two big men in their line of sight. They struck the two skinheads with a headshot each. His friend went for his waistband for a .45 but he fired on him striking him with rounds from both brother's guns. The .357 went through the left breastplate of the skinhead with the gun.

Before he could react, Scratch put a round in each knee cap. They pulled the wounded man skinhead up to his feet. "You're fuckin dead! Both of you!" Warned the MH1 member. "This is our turf!"

"You need to see something before you die..." Cue Ball stated and he showed him all the attacking rivals as they started engaging the MH 1 members. "Even in the Flats where you white boys just got one lil apartment building niggas aint coming light with the strap..."

H Bomb pulled up and started firing an AK-74 and he hit an MH 1 member who was six foot six and two hundred and two seventy five pounds of muscle. He hit the man in both legs seemingly taking away his natural height before he could fire a 12 gauge at Scratch. "I been wanting to serve you motherfuckas with the same quickness we did other hoods in Davis!"

Ivan knew exactly what he meant. His intent was to have the Families and Ballas come at the skinhead gangsters with the same brutality that the Ballas and Families had killed each other in the 1990's. He believed that unlike the ghetto boys bred by violence and poverty, that they would wipe out these gangsters because they didn't live as rough as the streets of South Los Santos.

The guy fell over as the rounds shredded his thighs. "What the fuck...you niggers know who you're dealing with?!" He fired the shotgun trying to hit H Bomb. He hit another 165th street member, aged 20 instead. The man fell with a blast to the right hip, wounded.

Meanwhile, Khoi fired his M4 striking down three MH1 members. He hit the first man, a long blonde haired brown eyed white male that looked like a Viking and he got him with three rounds in the groin blowing off both of his testicles. "You'll be singing soprano now!" The Eurasian former IAA agent bellowed. He hit the second man in the right shin with three rounds and he hit him in his right elbow too and it exploded in bone fragments. He hit the third with a shot to the right eye and the rounds went through the cornea.

T Mart fired his MP7 and he hit four of the defending gang members. He hit the man in the right side of the neck, another in the left ear, a third in the stomach and a fourth in the left foot. Ivan aimed his PSG1 Sniper Rifle and fired but missed a man firing an AR15 out the window. The man managed to drop three Ballas with one magazine and they were crawling wounded and bleeding as they were on the courtyard as they were trying to breach into the apartment complex of the gang.

Kiss fired her Mac from cover and managed to hit a female member who was trying to defend their neighborhood. She struck the featherwood with four rounds in the right side of her abdomen. She also hit the woman's boyfriend with a single round in the left cheek.

A fierce looking and rather homely looking redhead with mean blue eyes firing alongside her brother a big cornfed white guy standing at six foot six built like a linebacker who was firing an M3. She fired an MP5 and hit two members of the Families from Cypress Flats from 21st and Clark and both victims were female the first a green and black plaid wearing light skinned female with jade braids hit in the left ribcage and the back as she fell.

The other was darker skinned with French braids and whore a dark blue t shirt and a green bandanna around her neck plus blue jeans. She fell with five in her right breast. Anatoly spotted her and tried to take her out but she concentrated her fire on him. Her brother, the bigger man was named Bruno Gunderson, nicknamed Gunny. He had a giant swastika on his right bicep and on his neck a tattoo that read Most Hated 1 and it was spelled in Roman style letters. On his neck was a clover with a swastika tattoo and much to Ivan's surprise was the phrase, Erin Go Braugh.

Anatoly ducked and she shouted, "I hate race traitors more than these black bitches!" Anatoly shouted back, "Read a history book, princess! The Nazis attacked our fatherland first!"

"That's what you get for being commies with a Union founded by Jews!" Shouted Bruno.

The redheaded woman was named Gretchen. He heard one of the featherwoods a brown haired blue eyed female ask for a magazine which the redhead gave her to reload with.

"If Hitler had kept his word I'm sure we would have been the best of allies and maybe we would have in time abandoned Communism sooner!" The Ballas who overheard his words shot him an uneasy look but he said to the MH1 members, "There's a thin line between love and hate! You raped our country we raped yours and we'll always be enemies!" His answer was a twenty round burst from Gretchen but he kept his head down and then she had to reload.

So you go back to pretending to be a master race and we'll continue being Slavic Untermenschen with Asian blood! Don't try and unite with us NOW when it's this late in the game and the blacks and browns actually have a chance of making you pay!"

Dime had already used up all her ammo with her shotgun but the skinheads were good about keeping to cover. She still had a few men that she had shot crawling wounded across the streets. Several cars were driven out to block off the street and give MH1 a way to fire from cover but as a few of the gang members got out of the cars, the rainbow coalition of gangsters fired on them. Ivan nailed one with a shot to the back severing the man's spine. Dime had taken an Uzi off a deceased CGF member who had taken seven rounds in the chest from an AK-47. She sprayed the remaining twenty one rounds blindly from cover and managed to hit a large white male with brown hair and gray eyes and a thick beard wearing a red shirt and a green army jacket and blue jeans in his right ribcage with six rounds. He fell over coughing blood.

The next to be hit from her automatic fire was a twenty one year old MH1 member who had joined in juvie of all places. He was wounded by two rounds in the back.

Layla fired her M14 and she picked off one of the men driving the barricade cars in the back of the skull and she could see his exposed brain stem as he went down.

Queenie was moving in with her OGF homies and she fired an AK-101 trying to flank the barricade from the right and she picked off a man guarding from behind a white Picador. Skell came from the left with an M3 and he hit a skinhead with a shaved head and a swastika tattoo on his right shoulder and a lightning on his left. He aimed an MP5 at Skell but Skell had hit him first. "Fucking jigga..." Skell silenced him with a blast to the stomach where as his first shot had hit him in the left thigh plus his waist.

Lamar Davis and the Samoans picked off four more. Lamar hit one with an M-16 in the back as he ran, Ulu hit a female in the right shoulder. Mahana fired her G36 and took out both legs of the man trying to run. The man fell and was trying to turn over with his Glock 17 to return fire but she came close and pushed the barrel against the center of his back and fired again. "CHEE HOOOOO!" Screamed a Son Of Polynesia member but his success was short lived as he was hit by the skinead in the window who had reloaded and the man hit him with nine rounds in his fat stomach. "Jesus!" Mahana cried. "They got Issac!"

"You fuckin gooks shouldn't even be considered men!" Yelled Cobb as he stood near Dillinger and Eddie firing an M4. He hit a Da Nang Boy in the stomach a man wearing a green and gray plaid button up with a Corkers cap on backwards and baggy blue jeans. The Asian male was five ten with dark brown skin and he was about twenty one.

"We're more men than you ya fuckin redneck!" Shouted T Mart

"Yeah?! Is that right little Asian boy? When's the last time you saw a slope in a fuck flick?! They don't wanna see your men! Just your little gook whores get pounded by Americans that are actually taller than five foot four!" T Mart tried to hit him but he ducked into cover diving in the back of a green Bobcat.

Botum somehow got an extra Mac-10 but Ivan didn't catch how and now she was spraying both as if she just had two squirt bottles watering plants but instead of plants, white flesh turned red as rounds found their marks. She hit a total of three of the Neo Nazis who fell with rounds in their stomachs and chest, one of which died right away and she had sprayed sixty rounds at the three of them and maybe thirty hit their mark

Eddie was firing from a window as well with an AK-107. He struck another SOP member as his friend had and he hit the man with three in the chest and as the man staggered, he hit the curly haired gangster with a shot through the left ear that went through the right. "I LOVE SAMOANS! THEY'RE SO EASY TO HIT!" He bellowed.

Lamar, meanwhile, lost his weapon as the rounds coming back at him hit the grip and destroyed the trigger as it clattered on the ground rounds bouncing off it.

Four Ballas fell with automatic rounds as the MH1 member fired back. Two Aztecas also fell, the first a light brown Salvadoran woman with a black halter top and blue jeans taking four in the right chest. The other was a Mexican American male with a shaved head darker brown who took a round in the right temple. "You fuckin spics! We had a deal!" Screamed a blonde haired white male as he fired an MP5. "I knew we couldn't trust you! Mestizos always worship coons and never really hate them!"

H Bomb unloaded his AK into the man next to the racist skinhead. "This aint even about race no more wood! It's about justice! Your boy is a rapist!" Eddie fired at H Bomb and sent him to cover behind a Ballas Felon even as he mowed down a member of the South Side Ballas.

"Did you say RACIST or RAPIST?!" Shouted Eddie.

"I said rapist! You're gonna pay for what you did to G Note!"

"That's good. was glad you didnt think I'm a racist, Hassan! I only rape black people!"

H Bomb fired off his magazine in anger to try and get him. He ducked down and as the 165th street reloaded cursing at his moment of a lost temper, Eddie taunted, "You should know better than that. I'm a equal opportunist...or better yet...maybe what you heard about me was bullshit."

"A video tape is bullshit?"

A 20 year old 165th street member fired his Uzi to try and hit the AV associates. "Hey big homie you ever had it on and cracking like this with the woods like that in the pen?"

Despite having had some dust ups with the whites and the Mexicans inside, he had to be honest. "Mostly, naw! There's structure in there. They'll put in work on their own to make sure they don't run afoul of another car cause if another race has to step in a riot kicks off and we go to lockdown, the SHU you name it. Niggas would get transferred..." He then looked at him and said, "How don't you know this I thought you did time!"

"I did. In SAYA, cuz! Two years I aint hit no big house."

"Well let's try and keep it that way! Onda and the AV are sick in the head lil homie! They actually want to go to prison for life man just to try and run a cell block."

"I heard that but don't the Northerners do that the same way? And we been somewhat cool with them."

"Yeah...to be honest...I feel like we're the only car that don't wanna be in prison. But that's another story for another day! For now, this shit is a free-for-al. Aint no politics and no keeping your own in line to stop a riot. This IS the motherfuckin riot! And this time the woodpile aint gonna come out on top like they think!"

As two members of Mh1 ducked down in a room reloading in cover, wounded from rounds they had taken from Ballas but still in the fight one said to the other, "Hey... I don't wanna die for no sex offender, man. If this was on the yard the Vanguard would supposed to be taking care of him."

The other replied, "It doen't matter, dude. I mean it does but if we don't do what he says we're screwed. There's no evidence for it we've seen and if we don't follow the orders on a legend in the pen...we're in the hat get made, brother then we can make our move and clean house against him but until then, shut the fuck up!" He whispered.

The other skinhead insisted, "Fuck, Eddie. Dillinger is at least honorable I could follow him. Or Jake..."

Jake Tillman was another AV heavyweight who had a personal vendetta against Eddie and had honestly never liked his brother Morgan either even though at one time they were all allies inside, that didn't mean politics didn't lead to bad blood. When it came to Eddie and his brother back in the days they were legends being nephews of one of the originals but Jake' own reputation went further as he had been a member longer and had done a much longer prison sentence. He was not present at the gunfight.

Two Psychos dressed as Da Nang Boyz fell one with ten rounds from a 7.62 the other taking a shotgun blast to the face.

Vasily got a GP25 and fired striking the building blasting a hole in the wall killing four MH1 members inside. Khoi saw this and demanded, "What the hell are you doing? There could have been civilians inside!"

"Spare me your moral handicap, Khoi. You are in charge of your own ship. You have no say in how ours is ran."

"I'd expect nothing more from a two bit commie thug..." Khoi sneered.

"Old man...you and me have unresolved business. I'll be settling up with you later...I'm going to kill that pretty daughter of yours in front of you."

"You're not exactly the fountain of youth yourself, comrade but at least my daughter can handle herself unlike your pampered little gremlin brats back in Red Square. I'm not Agency anymore so it would just be you and me. And if you think I wouldn't take out your entire family for a little icing on the cake, you don't know me."

Anatoly fired his AKS into two fleeing MH1 members hitting them in the back. "We don't have time for your petty squabbling!" ivan was impressed. Finally, the soldier showed brains.

T Mart had ran dry on his last weapon and now had an Uzi which he was rattling at the other gang members.

Just then, two rounds struck Anatoly in the stomach and he fell wounded. It had been from a handgun. There were several white males firing and had come to reinforce them. Ivan fired back striking the one who had done it in the right eye.

The masked gunmen were only a few but they had made a hole in their defenses. The rest were more heavily armed. They dropped two Davis vagos with rounds to the back the first man carrying an M4 Carbine, the other carrying a Spas 12. A third carried an MP5 with laser sighting and he managed to put holes in two members of the SOP's.

Casper returned fire but the Davis Vagos found two MP5 rounds hitting him in the left elbow. He was dragged to cover by two of his homegirls.

As the men advanced through the dug in positions of the coalition of gangs, H Bomb had to take his eyes off Eddie and he fired striking one of the gang members in the chest. The man had a vest on so he sent twelve more rounds at him, these hitting both legs.

His friends tried to drag him to cover but the Ballas and Families fired on the four who tried. They were forced to scatter all though as they returned fire being much better at aim, two OCB members, three Carson Ave members one more Forum Drive and one more CGF member fell. With this break in their positions as well, the two skinheads in the bottom floor apartment aimed their own Assault Rifles outside the shattered window and fired upon te OGF members trying to gun for Queenie. They did not hit the female OG but three of her homies were mowed down as they emptied their magazines into them. Queenie returned fire striking the man who was questioning of his own loyalty to Eddie.

She also hit the man with more ambition in his left arm. H Bomb told three of his own homies, "Go get me that fool they left on the ground. We need to see who he is."

The first, a 165th member with a mino Afro was skeptical. "You for real, nigga? Them heads is accurate as fuck!" The second had long dreadlocks and he carried a Mac-10. "For real I only got this piece and they got all that heavy gear."

The third had a regular haircut and was darker than the other twp and aged 20. H Bomb stated, "I'm the motherfucking OG. If you don't grab that motherfucker right now while I try and get Eddie,you best not ever come back to Davis. You fuck up on a mission with me you either leave or you die."

The three reluctantly got ready to run and he promised, "I will cover you."

They ran and he started firing off twenty riounds to keep the mysterious white gang menbers back. They returned fire however and one of them did manage to get the gangster with the dreadlocks i the face with a shotgun blast. The other two managed to get the wounded gan member back to H Bomb but one of the white gang members fired a round hitting their own fiend in the back of the head. it seemed he had been hit in the left femural artery and was not long for the world anyway. Still, H Bomb tore the mask from his head. "The fuck..."

"Who is he?" Cried the gangster with the normal haircut with a round now in his left shoulder before they go to cover. The deceased was a white male with a shaved head that had originally been blonde and he had gray eyes open forever in shock. He was about forty six years old.

"That's Ryan Haywod of the Davis Police Department, man. Or at least he was bak when there was a Davis Police Department. This fool had a desk job at the Los Santos County Sheriff's Department last I heard. Going on sixteen years now. He used to sweat me and my brother heavy back in the 90's."

Leyla dropped one of the backup members with a headshot. H Bomb called to her. "Hey! Can you get your boys to bring that body to me?"

"The fuck I look like sending my homies to die for a Tranny?"

He shook his head at the woman in adjacent cover. "Girl you feel bad cause you ppped one of them but you don't know me you wanna survive this shit do what I ask cause I might know these fools. This guy right here is a pig from the DPD back in the day. I think the AV might be using ex cops as mercenaries."

Ivan volunteered. "I'll get him..."

He an out diving into cover taking two rounds in his vest. The Aztecas under Helgada covered him and they managed to drop another cop with twentty rounds and seven got through his vest. Ivan brought the cop to H Bomb. He was missing the back of his head but H Bomb recognized this one too a red haired white male aged 50 with blue eyes. "This motherfucker is is Donny Smith. He was a Gulf War vet. He wasn't as hard on my hood in fact he's sell confiscated guns to the homies for a price and h'd crack down harder on Ballas and other Family hoods we beefed with. He'd give the Ese's from Taco Flats the blues too. He loved to try and see which ones he could get deported even thouh that wasn't DPD's function."

"What happened to him? Before DPD got shut down?" Asked the Asian female gangster. "Back around '97 he was getting investigated for showing favoritism so he had tocut all ties to us and he started cracking down on the hood harder than the Ballas or Vagos combined just to try and throw them off his tail. The rest of these motherfuckers though...a lot of them blame niggas from Davis for them not being around no more. They feel like somehow it's our fault they violated civil rights on a daily..."

Stone observed the one the Aztecas shot. "That one right there is Sgt Dale 'The Greek' Casas. He liked fucking with them Davis Neighborhood niggas and the Vagos from 155th street. My hood tried to steer clear oSf him."

"How do you know this?" Ivan demanded. "They didn't take the mask off..."

"Believe it or not homiie even after twenty yars I still recognize the way that motherfucker run and walk and I seen him take over too when e raid niggas. He move like a quarterback, dog. I used to fuck bitches from the Vorhees Street Ballas and I'd be tearing that as up when they'd swoop in on her homies next door. Even if I aint from there I aint feel safe sticking around so I crept up outta there. This one bitch got arrested right after I nutted up in her and jetted."

K Low confirmed. "She even had a baby by you right?"

"Yup. While she was on trial for a 187 looking at twenty five to life."

"Where's the kid?" Ivan asked.

"Somewhere in the sytem I guess. Aint my problem. For a quickee, dog I shouldn't have to pay the rest of my life for some shit I did for eight minutes. Niggas around here don't got their pops around no how mine wasn't. Why should I care?"

"You're a fucking asshole..." Growled Ivan. "A man should be there for his child."

"We aint got time for this..." Janea chimed in while G Bone sprayed an Uzi at an MH1 member.

A Families member overheard a Psycho member call Sly by name. "Sly? Aint no DNB named Sly! That's a Toilet Paper nigga, man!The homie Y Loc busted on your ass!"

The Cambodian sneered. "That guy?! That was one of my boys pretending to be me! He just wanted a piece of your OG!" The gangster didn't want to admit this cause he knew that the Families thought he was dead just cause one dumb ass pretended to be him and some Psychos even let them think it but it wasn't him. If it had been, he wouldn't have lost a fight to a Chinese BSU member.

"These motherfuckas is Psychos pretending to be..." The Cambodian upper cutted the gang member who staggered from cover. It was enough to catch him seven rounds of the 5.56 variety in the chest. "You motherfu..." He coughed up blood.

"Hey my secret's safe with you, right?"

Vera fired her own Remington 1100 striking an MH 1 member in the back as they ran and she yelled, "Asian black and brown unity!" Sly scowled at that remark but Buddha called, "What about Samoans?"

"They count as brown!" She said. "Or maybe Asian..." She smiled.

She then turned to him. "Hey...Sly...he didn't make you did he?"

"He did but he's done but we gotta be careful. No names till we get outta here."

Just then as H omb reloaded, a gray Kuruma toe up the road. Four more masked men were inside. Ivan and H Bomb fired at the car to ry and take the driver out but the rounds bounced off. They parked insde te complex as the gangsters fired on them. They got out and had a black female with them looking to be about aged 23, lighter in complexion with curly hair wearing a white silk blouse blue shorts and her wide brown eyes filled with fear. Queenie r recognized her.

Khoi and the Asian gangsters made short work of the rest of the skinheads but as they made their way inside, and H Bomb yelled It's time to pay the piper, man! Come face me! You can at least die like a man!" Eddie did not seem worried. "You know, Hassan, if you had known what was in that car you wouldn't have shot on it. I thought you would so I made sure they had a bulletproof car. To save you from yourself. Or should I say...SHEILA from you..."

Ivan watched H Bomb's face change. "WHAT?!"

"Benefits of having Davis PD on my payroll. They remember the good old days and some of them got legitimate looking police remember the bullshit you used to pull in your neighborhood. AND...unlike me...they can get to a black neighborhood. Not that I needed to since your daughter is trying to live a more civilian life outside the hood."

Eddie held the two pistols to the back of H Bomb's daughter "It's your call, sport. I'm willing to go down fighting. Like a true Aryan. I know i'd die eventually. The goal would be to see how many of you I can take out before that happens. But are you willing to sacrifice your kids? Your daughter is old enough to die. See that's the one thing i don't have in common with a lot of men like you. Men like me...is that I never had children. Nothing against em but I'd make a shitty father and it just never happened. So while I wouldn't kill an actual child I will kill an adult...who happens to be your child. This is my get out of jail free card. What's it gonna be, CUZ? Do you love your daughter more or do you wanna kill me?"

"You got no way out, man! Let her go! Let her go and I'll make it quick and painless that's more than you deserve."

"DADY!"

"It's okay baby! i aint gonna let him hurt you!"

"Somebody needs to teach you how to negotiate! Didn't the BGA do that when they took you under their wing? You think I didn't research who you and your brother are? There is no deal othr than mine. I either walk out of here...me with my losses and you with yours and we live to fight another day...or you lose both of your children. And I still wont make it easy for ya.I'd still fight to kill and get outta here. But I also see the odds are stacked against me. "

dillinger, uneasy with the Itcha growled, "We got Africa, Samoa and Vietnam on our asses, Ed. They aint letting us outta here. Even if this nigger does say so!"

"We don't know that, Bern! He might just be smarter than the rest of em. more of his men, the Da Nang Boyz and the SOP's will die. You'll win. I have no doubt about that. But we'e ready tomake our stand and let this be our Thermapolye."

"The Spartans didn't hide behind human shields you fucking coward!" Called Khoi.

"No..they just tossed deformed babies off cliffs. They knew what had to be is what we call a contingancy plan. Now Hassan...what I'm about to show you is very important. It will upset you but what you do after that will determine if your daughter lives or dies."

Dillinger added, "He's also gonna kill her if you don't let us go to the trunk without you shooting. So move it, nigger..."

H Bomb cried out in a frantic voice, "Let him through!" Ivan took up the Sniper Rifle and zoomed on Eddie. He wanted to try and take him out with a headshot but the way the winds were giing he wasn't sure if he could get him without either getting her or do it before Eddie killed her. It wasn't like he had a line of sight on Eddie's brainstem which would have assured her safety.

Dilliner popped the trunk. Inside was young black male with a white t shirt. He had a gunshot wound to the forehead/ He couldn't have been more than 20 or so. But now he would not age again. "MUMIA!" Screamed H Bomb in a rage as his eyes watered. He had named his son after the famous political prisoner when he went to prison and his son had been born when he was inside after he had converted to Islam. He ran to his boy. Eddie called down. "Hassan! I need you to hear me! I didn't kill him. Neither did Dillinger. This was one of my boys in the DPD. I aint gona say which one but the amount of shit you did you should really thnk and reflect on all the damage you did. Who you pissed off enough to want to have them kill your son?"

"That's bullshit!" Barked Scratch. "You woods knew what you was doing! Yo aint finna let a man on your payroll kill somebody you aint ask!"

"What's important now isn't who pulled the trigger. But it does illustrate my point. You lost one of your legacies today. Do you want to lose another?"

Queenie advised H Bomb. "Thats your daughter up there. You can't let him kill her. We gotta fight aother day like he said."

Lamar didn't agree. "Fuc that, dog. You need to hit that fool. Boogeyman I see you got a shot. Take it, nigga!"

"LD, you sound dumb as hell!" Kiss snapped. "He's got her. Even if Ivan gets her we can't take the chance he'll kill her."

"I'll lt you go!" H Bomb said with fury in his tear filled eyes Eddie moved down with his daughter. He moved towards the car. The Bravta, Families, Ballas, Da Nang Boyz, Psychos, SOP's Aztecas and Vags all had Eddie in their crosshairs but not one of them had a shot thatt wouldn't endanger Sheila. Eddie Dillinger an his buddy from before plus Dillinger's brown haired henchmen got into the bulletproof car and Eddie let the girl go. H Bomb ran to her father's arms and he hugged her the two weeping. "Hold up!" Cried H Bomb. "My son!" Eddie shook his head. "Sorry, buddy. I only promised you her. When we're a safe distance away and were sure none of yoir men are following us, we'll leave the boy by the side of the rad. Somewhere

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Queenie yelled, "I swear I'ma dead yall asses starting with you! First chance I get!"

As the various gangsters piled into their vehicles to escape the scene, Ulu cried out in despair, "This is fucked up! And unlike everybody else we aint got too far to get away from this shit!"

Ivan knew he was referring to the fact that they were from not too far away where as the gangsters from Rancho, Davis, Strawberry as well as the Bravta members in Vinewood, the Samoan gangsters plus the rival South East Asian gangsters would be a lot more close in the law's crosshairs when this was being investigated. Not to mention, the fact that Most Hated was willing to occupy any turf in the Flats, no matter how much of a loss they had taken, as long as Eddie had survived, he knew it couldn't be long before they were the first casualties themselves when the AV decided to mobilize their own forces against them.

Ivan agreed. "Just because they used Hassan's daughter as leverage doesn't mean we let this fucker go!" He took the green Manana that a dead Families member from Cypress Flats had been driving in. He instructed Anatoly to take the vehicle they had arrived in. Lamar jumped in the car with him. "Eh, I'm with you, dog! I say we go put in work for the homie, Bomb!"

T Mart jumped in the back. "I'm with that, loc. I say we take the fight to these Aryan bitches and at least bring Eddie to him!"

They pulled after them and Ivan sped through the streets. They pulled alongside a cherry red Feltzer that two MH1 members were riding in. "Get that motherfucker!" T Mart yelled and he and Lamar proceeded to unload on the vehicle. Lamar had switched to a Glock 18 with a full auto. He struck the first man in the left eye blowing it out and chipped a piece of his nose off. "That's some Vinewood cosmetic surgery for ya ass bitch!" He yelled as the man's blood sprayed coloring the front seat red.

The other man was hit with seven rounds from T Mart's Uzi of which three got through his body armor. In theory it was a boring way to kill somebody but a surefire way nonetheless and Ivan had always instructed his men under him in the Bravta plus the people he'd served with in the FSB that if you shoot somebody aim for center mass if that's your best and that even if they had armor on, you could still incapacitate them long enough to go in for the kill.

Ivan spotted Khoi riding after them as well. The man had Clayton fire out the window with an AK-47. The Hmong gangster yelled at T Mart demanding, "What the hell are you doing with Ivan?! Him I could understand but not this Bravta trash!"

"Hey, look it is true this motherfucker does side with the Psychos and Mai been on our side and it aint cool of him but for today we put that shit aside. I mean come on, man! It's obvious he was sneaking in Psychos as DNB's and they was able to keep their cool."

Ivan was pissed. "You knew about that? I should kill you for that."

"Maybe you're just not that good to begin with, Azarov!" Khoi taunted. "Shut up!" He called to the older Vietnamese man. "You didn't know it either and you're supposed to be from the best intelligence agency. Or so they say you are! You know I always liked the Vietnamese for beating America. I just never realized the Southerners were assholes! You are to your country what the white Russians are to us!"

"Well ALL Russians are white!" Khoi sneered intentionally misconstruing that Ivan meant red Russians versus white. "We got you pieces of shit to thank for the spread of communism. I've come to terms with the north winning. And I know Ho Chi Minh was actually a good man. I met him. Can you say the same?! But you Ruskies tried to use us. Just like the Americans and French used us. And by the way...I am tired of the narrative that the south Vietnamese sold out to the French and the Americans. It is true we sided with the US but when it comes to the French the north only drove out the French from the north. South Vietnamese like me drove them from the COUNTRY!The communists did a half assed job!"

"All that would have left after the north was cleared was the south. You didn't do anything but decolonize your half. I'm a revolutionary, Khoi. You're a reactionary!"

"Look, will you two cool out?" T Mart asked. "The real enemy is the Aryans, bro! And inside I programmed with TPG's too. Inside we're just Asian. Maybe if we can work together on this shit and in the pen we can in the street."

They spotted the convoy and Ivan wasn't having it. He fired his Makarov pistol at the tires of Khoi's vehicle causing the older man to almost wreck. "Why don't you sit this one out, Papa Thu?!" T Mart was angry at Ivan fr this and Thu was cursing in Vietnamese about it. "What the fuck did you do that for, Boogeyman?! That wasn't cool! You could have killed him and I know you got bad blood with Mai but you cross that line you can't come back!"

"Yeah, nigga, Mai's pops is cool as hell, dog! We could have used him and the homies help but you done fucked that up."

"We're not letting that geriactric help in any way."

He fired on the convoy shooting the tires and forcing them to stop. In total there were nine Aryans. Ivan readied his Sniper Rifle and as the men staggered from their vehicles,they exited only to find themselves in the crosshairs of his scope. Two went down instantly with pink mist. T Mart began to spray his Uzi drive-by style and Lamar found a Mac-10 under the seat. He hit one and T Mart hit one.

Eddie came out firing but what he fired sent Ivan flying. A blast went off and there was no debris that hit Ivan or Lamar or T Mart but he was sent flying. Lamar had broken a left leg from it himself. "Shit..." Ivan cried out as his ears rang.

Eddie then spotted a motorist, a Salvadoran American in a Bobcat. He forced the man out and ordered Dillinger to kill him. He did with a headshot. "Fuckin spic!" He growled while Eddie hit the gas as he started driving towards the dazed T Mart and Lamar. Lamar was about to be hit and T Mart got him out of the way however, T Mart got clipped and was sent flying.

T Mart hit the ground and Eddie got out of the truck with the Assault Rifle mounted with the grenade launcher. Lamar turned around despite his compound fracture in his right leg which had him shivering in pain after he had screamed which Ivan had not heard due to the hearing loss, he fired at Eddie. He did manage to hit the Rifle and the bullets rendered it totaled but he ran out before he could hit Eddie. The AV shot caller clubbed the black man in the face with the Rifle. Ivan went after him but Eddie hit him with the rifle too and Ivan staggered unable to regain composure. "I'm sure on a better day IU'd be no match..." Eddie sneered. "But your ears took a pounding. Your equilibrium is fucked up, comrade. I thought we had an understanding..."

He hit Ivan in the chest with the Rifle. The Russian gangster fell crying out in pain. He put a chest on his foot. "You might have your training and you might even be the big dog. To the Ballas, to the Psychos and your Bravta crew. You're older. But I'm older than you. I been around the block longer and you forgot that."

T Mart tackled the AV leader bombarding the middle aged gangster with punches to the back of the head. After about four, Eddie hit him with a hard left elbow. T Mart already had cracked ribs from being thrown by the blast. T Mart threw his punch at the man's face but Eddie caught his arm and with a swift ax kick, broke it. T Mart cried out in agony hitting the pavement. Eddie then proceeded to kick him in his ribs this time breaking all of his left ribs.

There was a shootout up the road as a few of the Families and DNB's and the Bravta had tried to engage the rest of Eddie's crew and they were engaged with half of them. Vasily and Anatoly were hitting three MH1 members that Dillinger had at his side. Eddie took T Mart's Uzi. He checked it. "Twelve rounds left, huh?" He aimed at Ivan's face. "It'll have to do..."

T Mart jumped on his back despite his injuries even as he coughed blood he tried to choke him with his good arm even while his bad one couild only somewhat hold on but at great pain to him. Eddie simply slammed himself backwards down onto the pavement using T Mart as a break for his fall. The Filipino coughed even more blood. "You know what I called that move on the main yard, little homie?" He asked taunting him in street slang. "In the woodpile we call that the 'trust fall' do you trust me?" He gave the already suffering gang banger another kick to his right ribs and smiled. "I sure as hell trust you. Ya broke my fall!"

He kicked him in the chest and then in the face. He kicked him two more times before turning back to Ivan and the Filipino's face bled.

They could hear sirens. Eddie was going to shoot Ivan but T Mart tackled him and the rounds misfired. Eddie kicked him back and smacked him with the Uzi in the face. He fell unconscious. Eddie took the Uzi and pulled the trigger but it was empty.

Ivan watched him take off. Ivan used all his strength he had left to try and help him but it wasn't much.

Anatoly and Vasily pullled up however and he felt relief. He collapsed on the curb knowing the two would get them both inside.

Mai

. They gasped, he grunted. Cherry slid onto his body and sucked him into hers and they were both shivering with it. His legs brushed the insides of her legs gruffly as she rode his body. He caught her face, she twisted her fingers into his hair. The bed squeaked. She was wet and tight and slick. His hands gathered her close. Her tiny breasts pressed against his chest as she rode him. Mai watched with lust as she licked Gina's stomach all the way up to her breasts and down to her cunt again.

Cherry licked his mouth and he opened his to take her tongue. She rode him, milked him, made him yearn. His hands cupped her bottom to lift her and bring her down on his thrusting cock. Her face…her face said she was in love with him. What did his say?

Did it say he was betraying her even while he fucked her raw? Knowing that after this they wouldn't see each other again?

The Filipina grabbed his slick shoulders and bounced, bounced, and drove a cry from his mouth. Wet, hot, they slapped together and came together, almost simultaneously. She slumped against him, trembling. His hands gripped her ass to slide her against his sticky shaft.

Jesus.

Her breasts bounced, they begged, and he covered them with his eager mouth as she went wild atop him.

Their bodies merged together madly, and they hit the edge of that need together in a shaking rush. His name spilled out of her mouth as she came, bucking, and he answered it with hers, binding them together with sweat, skin, and sinful need.

She licked his mouth. It felt like the answer to a question he wasn't ready to ask. But he shook his head.

It hurt her to be denied. He saw it all over her. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't. But he didn't want to die inside of her either. And he was desperately afraid he would. He would die there if she opened her fucking mouth and let him in.

She made a little mewling sound and licked his mouth again. Fuck.

He made some sound and pumped his fingers into her again. Cherry gasped, bucking, and cried, "Kiss me! Please! Just…oh god… kiss me…"

Fuck it.

She rasped it again, "Baby…don't you want to kiss me?"

And he made some sound and said, "Yeah. I want to kiss you."

So, he cupped her neck and the back of her head and drove his tongue into her mouth. Cherry moaned and answered it, desperately, and wetly. And he'd forgotten the taste of her there too. She tasted like sin and something silky and damning. It brought a sound from him that was entirely too like a groan. It burst goosebumps all over his body for her. They swirled tongues with a kind of maddening push now. And he just gave up. He gave up trying to keep himself apart from it. And he just gave her what he had. He said fuck it and went down swinging.

He popped their mouths apart, gasping. And his voice was thick and hungry. He said, "What do you want?"

She grabbed handfuls of his hair and licked his mouth. "You."

It was a good fucking answer. "Yeah?"

His hands forced her face up to him to take the drilling length of his desperate tongue. She answered it, swallowing the raping rush of all that feeling and greed. His arms looped around her and jerked her against his body as she played with the length of him mercilessly and he tried to eat her from the mouth down. He gripped the perfect curve of her ass in his hands and rubbed her against him. They were both making sounds that were, possibly, not even really human.

When they couldn't breathe anymore without letting go and her face was raw from his beard and his mouth was sore from trying to kiss her until he died from it, they came up for air. She kept pulling on his dick and trying to steal his soul.

"Oh, BABY!" She squealed. He tried to pull out of her but it was too late. He exploded inside her. On her stomach, her breasts and her thighs as well. She had orgasmed and she had to lay there to catch her breath. Gina began to lap his cum from her various regions and she stuck her tongue out white with his seed at him. She coated her lips with it and said, "Come gimme a kiss for cleaning up for you..."

"Gina you better quit with that..." He growled and she laughed before she kissed Cherry and the two began to cum swap.

He got back to Mai.

The bunch of his stomach muscles and all those exquisitely hard curves of him. Lats and delts and biceps and hips. He was amazing. Lean and honed and hungry for it.

So she gave it to him. She fucked him so madly that he'd never forget her. Ever.

He could go a hundred years and fuck a hundred chicks and he'd never forget this one.

He gasped, watching her, wanting her, feeling like he'd waited half his life to fuck her. "Harder."

Shit.

She craved him. She let go of his hand with one of hers and slapped him, bringing his breath in a heavy, excited pant. "That it? I said harder.

Her hand curled around his throat, nails digging. He laughed and opened his mouth for her tongue.

She dropped, she ground on him so hard it had her bucking and tossing like the sea and his hands jerked out of hers. He grabbed her throat, thrilling her, and grabbed her hip to hold her there.

He ground her down on him and came in her, cursing, while she wetly tongued his mouth.

Smooth now, sexy, and slick. The cavern of her amorous little mouth waited for him to please it. So, he did, rolling his tongue with hers as his hands kneaded her little butt to swirl her on top of him.

He leaned forward and she clasped his face to her chest and watched him tongue her breasts while he slid in and out of bit down on her breast and stole her breath. He lifted his head to her mouth. She put his arms over his head again to stroke slide up and down on him. She kept their mouths together, eyes open, entranced.

They rolled across the bed as they merged, Mai watching him raptly above her as he leaned over her in a push up motion and she stroked his chest, enraptured by this face as he claimed her. His face showed everything. There was no clenched jaw and hiding here. He watched her as she watched him, feeling it, taking it, rising and falling and conquering it. Her hands shifted and caught his hips, holding on, as she spread her thighs further like a vessel for him and he surged desperately between her legs. He drove his pain into her body and it blended on the edge of want, turning them both to ashes with the fire of it.

She swallowed his pain with her own until it was forgotten, for them both, on a wave of hunger for each other.

Her teeth drove into the meat of his chest and dragged a hiss of need from him. She laughed again, watching the heaviness of his thighs as she lowered down his body. She licked over his stomach. He shifted his hands to touch her and she smacked them away. With an almost desperate laugh, he gripped the pillow above his head instead. She sucked hard on the inside of his left thigh left a mark there. Jesus, he thought as she dropped her mouth down on him and buried him in her mouth, she was something. She scooped her hands under the muscled curve of his ass. He rubbed against her and thrilled them both as she drove her mouth down and tried to eat him alive. She took him into her sucking mouth like a filthy, feverish thing.

She'd forgotten the flavor of him almost and it rolled now like a hit of the best kind of drug through her body. She was high on him and hungry for him and looking to score another hit like a junkie. And he had to have her. Now. It was enough and not enough and time for it.

They held eyes now and his hands shifted to cup around her sides. They nearly met in the middle of her as he bracketed her belly. Big hands, small waist, and it made her insane for him. She held his face, watching him. They kissed now, smooth and questing.

So long, she thought, it had been so long. And too long since she'd been with a man from her own specific national heritage. His hands slid down and skimmed over her ass, lifting it to rub himself against her. She opened her legs wider, waiting. This was new as well, the waiting.

His hand slid between them and he rubbed the length of himself over the wetness of her waiting need. She gasped and held onto his face.

He pushed into her body and held her eyes while he did it. She gasped, dying, and arched into him until he was seated there, completely, inside the throbbing core of her need. He gave her his tongue and she sucked it, desperate.

He fucked her, thick and deep and unholy. He grabbed her hands and slapped them over her head and hammered down into her body like he'd split her in half. She gasped, bowing, and slapping against him as they sprang with sweat and filthy needs. Her legs opened so wide she thought she'd break a hip and didn't care. He drove her into the mattress like he was dying for her. She started making some sound, some kind of keen that spurred him on. It was like a siren or a mating call or something. It was high pitched and exciting.

He pushed her across the mattress and grabbed the headboard to leverage himself against her. He cupped her against his body on his knees, forcing her on him, sharp and heavy and raw. She echoed it, throwing her arms out to the sides as her body curled against his hips and he pistoned into the wetness of her. That animal sound she was making was like fire in his blood.

And now she did it, he thought madly, she cried out his name. And he was done. He was finished. His hand dropped and jerked her up by the back of her neck to his mouth. She came bonelessly, like a broken doll. Her tongue speared into his mouth. That sound, he thought desperately, that keening. It made him insane for her. His other arm curled around her back and hips and slapped her hard, once, deep and hard against his body. He surged into her and she screamed into his mouth as she clenched around him, sucking him in, and he shoved himself inside of her wet, hot, and without the ability to stop.

Her hand grappled, grabbing his face to hold on. They crushed foreheads together, sweating on each other and shivering, shaking. She was smashed between the headboard and draped open around his body, her ass resting on his thighs where he knelt, pinning her there. She was spitted on him and crushed against him.

And she rolled her face now and kissed him. It was slow, wet, and sexy. He made some sound of longing that hurt her and he shifted, rolling her up against his body until she straddled him and he could cup her face and pulled her into his mouth. She went, boneless and crazy for him.

He let go of her mouth with a wet gasp from her. He was still buried in her, still hard, and pulsing there. She rolled her body enough to feel him in her. He made some sound that excited her. Lord. It was a fucking amazing to feel it. Christ, she thought, that was one way to let go of the grief for a moment. She slid her sweaty forehead against his neck and shoulder. He nuzzled her face back to him and slid his tongue into her mouth.

And that was new too. That wasn't like him. This wasn't like him. He didn't…snuggle or cuddle…or whatever this was. He wasn't that guy.

They kiss was so very deep. It was a helluva kiss. She felt her brains turn to mush with it. It was tongue and tongue and tongue. It was highly possible he was trying to take her soul out of her mouth. Highly possible.

Mai lifted her hips, just a little, and slapped back against his sweaty body, torturing them both. She did it again because he made a sound that excited her. She did it a third time because the first two times felt so fucking good. His hands caught the slick curve of her pert little bottom and lifted her and brought her down again on his sticky shaft.

Shit, she thought, they would kill each other at this rate. She opened her thighs and pushed him back on the bed to settled on top of him. She shifted and he was hilt deep and buried in her, still shivering, still sticky, still hard. She grabbed his face.

She grabbed his hands and slapped them over his head. He shifted his legs and let her go. She didn't just go, she destroyed. She raped his body, wet and furious. He shifted his hands and she shook her head, holding him down.

He made some desperate sound and she knew he was close. Her head came down and she shoved her tongue in his mouth. She held his face with one hand, held his arms down with the other, and rode him like she'd kill him with it. He surged against her now, grunting and dying or flying or who the hell knew. He knew she had to get off him though or he was going to come in her.

He looped their fingers together now and she laughed, that wonderful laugh that ached in his balls. She slapped down on his body and his mouth came up to fill with those bouncing tits he loved. He pulled one into his mouth and she slapped her sticky wet heat down on him and it was enough. And too much. And he was done. He grunted, spilling wet and deep in her body as she ground herself on top of him. And she held his damn face to watch his face the whole time.

When it was over, they were sweaty and they got him dressed. Mai told the two of them she had to get him out of there and they better vanish to not get incriminated. "What about cameras?" Asked Gina.

"I'll handle that..." She replied. They got dressed and Cherry had tears in her eyes. She was catching feelings for him that had been brought out by them having sex.

"I don't want you to go..."

"I'll probably be back soon..we'll see each other again..." It was a lie and she could tell.

"First Romeo's gone and now you...I don't know how much more of this I can take...I'm tired of this gangster bullshit..."

"Me too..." Admitted Gina.

"Hey..." He told her. Mai couldn't tell if he was lying this time but he told her, "I'm tired of it too. But whatever the case is...I'm done with the Da Nang Boyz. If I came back they'd think maybe I snitched. I hated losing Romeo too. He was stupid at times and a loud mouth but he was down for our hood. We'll find a way to bribe the pigs or something. But not now...I will find you two again. No matter how long no matter how far...I will find you."

He touched both of their faces and kissed and hugged both before they had to go. They both were in tears.

Before long, they were on their way to the airport. He told her, "Maybe...maybe I should just do my time and get out you know?"

"With another strike it'd be harderr to be around them cause they're felons too, right? And you might not survive in prison this time. You're going to Vietnam. I wish I could."

"It just doesn't feel right going there this way. I know they don't extradite but still.."

"That's exactly the reason to go there..." She stated.

"I don't know any other way..." He stated. "I wish I could go there with some kind of skills other than killing. I want to go home someday. And I wanna take them two with me even if Cherry aint Vietnamese...but this..."

She sighed. "I'm not gonna let you go to jail. There is one other alternative. You are fluent in Vietnamese. Like a native speaker right?"

"You know I am. Though at this point I speak English better."

She smiled. "You speak it more not better. Look you have Vietnamese immigrants in your neighborhood fresh off theboat. You know how they sound. And you speak it well for an American born. I got a community I could take you to that would have work for you but you gotta be an immigrant now..."

"Okay...I'm game..."

"Forget all the street slang, the Hip Hop you listened to. You're fresh off the boat. We'll get you new papers and ID. As for the Agency we'll make it look like you really did leave for Vietnam on a boat."

"Thank you..."

"Don't thank me..." She said. "The better option was you getting on a boat. I'll get you the documentations but I'm already sticking my neck out far. The rest is up to you. You still look like you so you need to look the part. We'll cover everything as far as immigration papers, green cards. But you can't get into trouble."

Paul

Valkyries & Angels

Winnipek, Canada

In the bathroom of his motel room he was staying in, Paul had a handgun in his mouth. His hand shook. He didn't want to do the government's dirty work even for his own freedom. Come on, you pussy...pull the trigger...He told himself.

His father stared back in the mirror at him. "You know, boy. you always were a quitter. Didn't see anything through..." Paul removed the Glock 18 from his mouth. "Yeah? Tell that to the coroner that dug the slug outta your sorry ass. You know you were a Warrior same as me in your day. A bit old to be the first generation of em. In your early thirties. Fuck, what a loser!"

"Yeah yeah you think you're better than me cause you didn't drink aside from trying a shot never going as far as i did...you were afraid cause you KNOW...you're only a few drinks away from being me. All that anger inside you...it's pure. That's what I like about you. But what I don't? You're just a little too nice to the women. That's a sign of weakness."

"In your warped fuckin head I'm sure it is, Harlan..." Paul said. "That's the difference between us..."

"Yeah...you look more like me. Especially when your hair is in that point just past your neck. That real shaggy style between haing short and long hair. You're a chip off the old cock, buddy boy. We could have been close. But you just wouldn't listen."

"Yeah. I should have listened to a drunk and a smack addict."

"You know what, 'K:or'? You killed me for your mother. You loved her more..."

"That's not saying much cause I didn't love you..."

"But ask yourself. Why am I here and she aint? Why aint her ghost here talking to you? Is there some reason neither you or me knows? Or is that proof you're more like me than you think?"

He went to shoot the reflection but woke up realizing he had fallen asleep in the tub but he had not slipped down this had never been a risk or a problem for him. His arm hanged over the side with the had been dreaming but that feeling he had was still still didn't want to work for the IAA. He pult the pistol to his head. The song Heartbreaker by Led Zeppelin played on Chogan's Ifruit MP3 player that he had let him put on the counter. It was on shuffle. His hand shaked. All though he had not dreamed of his mother, his hand shook like a leaf. He could see sadness in his mother's blue eyes and could see just the look of her begging him not to do it.

He had always thought that he wouldn't be able to deal with her death and the truth was he never had but he had always said that she was his only family left. He'd had friends in San Andreas, friends around here, friends in Liberty City but they were miles away and now he thought friendship wasn't reason enough to stay alive. He wouldn't ever be able to think of his own mother without crying again. Nor would he able to think about Aila for that matter. The song Thugz Mansion by 2pac was playing. The line "But when I held that nine all I could see was my mama's eyes."

"Fuck you..." He growled. "Your name aint Tupac. It's Lesane Crooks. You have no right to that name. That bitch Afeni had no right to give you a Quechan name! We have nothing in common..."

He shut his eyes willing to pull the trigger but now all he could see was his mother's eyes. Of all the people to visit him from beyond the grave, his mother, Aila, even his piece of shit dad, a dead rapper reaching across time and space and the land of the dead to the land of the living trying to tell him not to do it. It would be absurd. He wanted to believe in the afterlife but he had never had the spiritual encounters that other friends had gone through with the dead and he had always wondered f they were just delusional or if he was just spiritually closed off.

To both a benefit and a bit of a let down, Paul was more left brained than most Natives. He didn't always like that about his own people. He thought that was part of why they often lost wars. Too right brained too compassionate. The white man, whether it was just them in general or individuals like Lucifer, won because they were ruthless and analytical.

He still couldn't stop seeing his mother's face looking sad as if she was there watching him even if only in his mind's eye. With a shaky breath, he uncocked the gun.

"Paul, you okay?" Dawn knocked on the door. "You been in there a while..." No sooner had she said this when she heard the sound of a gun being cocked. Her instincts kicked in. She kicked the door. It had a lock and while she did not kick the door in, she busted the lock and she busted through seeing he had the gun in his mouth. She tackled him, fully clothed and this caught him by surprise and she had scared him and in a panic he had taken the gun from his mouth and a shot hit the ceiling.

"Jesus, Dawn! I decided not to do it!" She punched his arm as hard as she could and it hurt like hell. It reminded him of his his arm felt all those birthdays growing up where his friends would pound his arm one for each year. But she had done it with one punch. "WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!" She growled. "We lost Aila and now you're suicidal?! How could you try and leave us?! ASSHOLE!"

He grabbed a towel but she took it from him and threw it in the tub. "Hey!" He squawked. "LISTEN!" He growled through gritted teeth. "How do you think I feel, huh? You know you people that are anti suicide...you always talk about how we're selfish. But maybe you're selfish for saying we're selfish cause you take a suicidal person's pain and make it all about you! I got no blood relatives left, Paul. I got nothing!"

"We are your family, K:or!" She yelled. "We're broke, a lot of us are ex junkies...some still drink but we are more of your family than Harlan has ever been..." She said using his father's nam. Her eyes were in tears. "And I'm sorry about your mom, okay? But don't leave me...and yes okay it's selfish of me to want you to stay and I admit that so it's also selfish of you to want to go..." Her voice cracked. "'I'm sorry...it's just how can I deal with this shit? You guys know about my deal with the Agency and I probably wasn't supposed to tell any of you but how else can I justify my presence in the streets?"

He then said, "Aila...she'd want me to do this."

"NO SHE WOULDN'T!" Bellowed Dawn. "I KNOW her. She wouldn't blame you."

"You weren't there..."

"You're traumatized..." Dawn said. "You must remember it wrong...she would never say that..."

"She didn't have to...why would she want her own life to be over...if she's a spirit in the wind right now...why would shhe want me to keep breathing while she's...scattered in the wind...both as a spirit and a body? There wasn't enoug of her to bury, Dawn..."

"Because she loved you, K:or. If you love somebody you want them to be happy even if they're alive and you're not. You can't use her as an excuse to kill youself..." He buried his face in his hands. Tears coating his greenish hazel eyes. She hugged him from behind. "If you give up now, we'll never find Lucifer. I can't find him without you. I can't take him without you. It's not just about brute strength. He's stronger than me and he outsmarted you...I'm sorry...but that's the truth. He wouldn't have won a fight with you fair and square. He had his men with him."

"I still couldn't save her...I had her life in my hands...and I dropped her..."

"He set it up that way. The human body is only so strong. You can;t blame yourself."

She told him. "Tell me everything as you remember it..."

He told her what he could remember which he felt was only scratching the surface. She told him, "She loved you. We both do..." She sighed. "i was going to show you this on your birthday but I chickened out...I got something to show you and tell you..." She she showed him the tattoo she now had above her heart. It was in the shape of the poly amorous heart symbol but there was his face in it as well as hers and Aila's. He was speechless.

"I know that tattoos can be the kiss of death in a relationship...I don't know what's gonna happen with you and me but I always will care about you and her. No matter how long what we have now lasts...we'll at least always have that. And..." She was in tears. "it's easier to have a tattoo of somebody and not regret it when they're no longer here...instead of just broken up with you. It's sad that it's like that but it is..."

He just stared at it. It was above her heart. "I don't know what to say..."

"You don't have to say anything. Sometimes there are no words...you know some people...they get tattoos of somebody's names on them. the written language ya know? But the pictures...that pre dates anything and even if we aint the people that invented the camera...even though it was the Monias who did...we did paint. The pictures...the reflection of you, of me, of everybody was around first. I know I won't live forever...but some time, I'm going to also paint this somewhere big. Somewhere it can't be vandalized. Somewhere like Mount Edwards. That can't be vandalized. Or I'll paint it so many places that it can't be erased."

"I didn't know you painted..."

"Aila showed me how when you were locked up. Paint brushes and spray cans."

"God I miss her..."

"So do i..."

She got a text from Shep. "We need to go. He's got us meeting with the Jamaicans. They've got some Haitian associates too."

Paul looked at Dawn and she back at him. "I miss you..."She said. "You can't..." He replied."I'm right here..."

"You know what I mean...I have missed you...Aila...it's...hard...knowing what happened...don't try that again..."

They left the motel and they hailed a cab mostly in silence to Shep's place. The truck was waiting, a new one they had stolen a dark red Bobcat which had been stolen and they had a duffel bag full of guns. He had an AK-74 for himself, Chogan had a Benelli M3, Little Joe had an MP5, Dawn had an MP7. Paul smiled as he saw the C3A1 intended for him.

He shook hands and exchanged quick hugs with all the gangsters. There was a few more gangsters. There was a woman of Cree ancestry about 5'5 very thin wearing a white sweater and white cargo pants and she had a red bandanna around her neck. "That's Nadie..." Introduced Shep. She was a very pretty woman and she had somewhat of a larger nose but that was typical of her stock.

"She just got outta Winnipek Women's..." He said. There was also a Cree man with her who was short as well five foot seven and as some Cree traditionally had, he had short brown dreadlocks. He was actually of Mexican and Cree ancestry. "That's her man, Anahu..." He shook hands with Paul. "You're somewhat of a rez legend by now, man..." He stated. He too had a larger nose wide, somewhat and he wore a black t shirt and a red baseball cap on backwards.

"I don't know about that..." Paul replied.

"I do. But it's a little hot for you to be on the streets right now."

He also introduced another woman who by the standards of many members of the Manitou Warriors, would be considered a Lady OG, was a thirty year old Cree woman with yellowish brown skin. She was really more active several years ago than now but she was still loyal to the gang. More than this, she was supposedly involved with a Native strip club owner who was the brother of the chief of their particular reservation. Because Shep, Chogan and Joe's parents had gotten around a lot, in a way, the three of them had also been exposed to other reservations and had even stayed on them when one family member was doing a bid suc as their father or even Shep himself. They'd made friends beyond that experience and had couch hopped many times to avoid homelessness.

They'd often stayed with this woman. Her name was Sokanon. She stood five seven and wore a pair of black leather pants a black midriff top showing her pierced navel, plus she had a blue denim jacket tied around her. "That's Sokanon. She's from the Pierre Noire rez outside town..."

Paul didn't say hi but gave a nod. After what he had been through in prison and before that, he had no desire to make any new friends especially if they could die as easily as many had. "So we're going to visit the Jamaicans, huh? Why does it seem like every time we do that it ends up fruitless?"

"It's all about the money..." Sokanon said. "And they're on the outs with the Angels. You know...out in Kebec on the west end they have a guy who runs that place now that's even worse than Lucifer...and he's friends with the Kebec chapter president."

"I highly doubt that...Lucifer killed my girlfriend..."

"His nephew raped my boyfriend's cousin...and the fucked up thing is this piece of shit used to be his friend. Back in their college days."

"Okay...I guess that is worse. But just because the Dead Beats are scum fuck doesn't mean the Yardies can be trusted. Anymore than this new fake truce with the Triads will hold."

"Oh it better hold..." She said. "I'm friends with Jean and m dad as an OG in the gang back in the 90's with him. Killed by A side. But I'm not about to needlessly go to war with the Tong."

"Thing is..." Shep said. "Daryl, Sokanon's snag...he's an ex Warrior too. Did time with my old man. Even helped found the gang before he went legit. Now he cleans our money at the titty bar he owns."

"Yeah...and this Dead Beat...Jack...is...or was a former partner of his. See...when his nephew raped Daryl's cousin...he went to kill his nephew. He ended up killing the guy I think. He paid off a lot o money so he could get away from Jack. Including the strip club...so when Shep says we cleaned our money there...that's a past tense. He took his strip club. Bought him out, really."

"So what does any of this have to do with Mount Royal?"

"I thought your rez was from out there? The Angels, the West End Irish, they're close. Same with the Mount Royal Mob and they had an uneasy alliance between all of them plus the Haitians. Well those Haitians...we're meeting some of them too cause they have a connection throgh the Carribbean."

Paul got into the back of Shep's truck. Chogan rode up front, Little Joe was in the back with him. Dawn rode with Sokanon,Anahu, and Nadie in a dirty red 2001 Oracle. Paul was still too deep in his own head to think too much about any of the discussion going on around him. Little Joe was passed something in the back for Paul, however and Shep called back to him as Chogan drove. "Put that on..." Paul looked into the plastic bag.

"A beard?"

"Yeah...contrary to popular belief on the internet, Indian women can have big butts without being mixed and Indian men can have facial hair. Without being mixed. Though it usually does help unlike in the first instance...not in your case though. You seemed to have inherited your father's lack of facial hair."

"I know...I was in San Andreas. Lots of the women from East Los Santos and Los Santos had ass..."

"I'm not talking about the Latina ones, K:or. Rez girls do too. Even if Aila didn't. Dawn kinda does. But I think you're missing the point. You might not grow anythin but five o'clock shadow and shitty stubble above your upper lip despite having Monias blood but other skins can have beards without having white blood. Ame, nobody is as surprised to see a Metis with a beard. It'd be the last thing anybody would expect you to be sporting."

"My Rakeni'ha DID shave, ya know...even if it was just stubble..." Kor replied. "n't like to let this shit grow on me... I shave every two to three days. My facial hair comes in brown with blondish tint Idon't like it."

"Nomally, I would say grow it out but we don't have two to three days. Besides,it'd be more like a month we'd need for it to really work. So instead, put that on. I get that the IAA gave you enough leniancy to tell us what you were doing out and I can understand it. But the public as a whole aint gonna understand it. And neither would these illegitimate kids of Bob Marley especially since they've seen your face before. Today, you're a fuckin Cree mixed blood named Pierre Hervoux."

"A French name? Jesus you must really hate me."

"Not as much as you think. It's a cover. And that's also what the curly wi is for. You're gonna bunch up that long straight dark hair of yours under a mess of curly long hair. A lot of anishinaabe got curly hair without being mixed. Wain, you're mixed. Your features are still Indian enough that you look it despite the faggy curly hair."

As they drove, Sokinon also called out, "Yeah, rock tht shit, K:or!" The pretty Cree gangster called out in a bark. "Not enough Native appreciation from within and without for curly haired skins! I wanna see more rez boys and girls rocking those lovely ringlets!"

"Fuck you..." Paul growled at the car alongside him. She frowned, "Now that's not nice! I work on hair you know. You ever tell me fuck you again I'll find you in your sleep and give you a perm! Ten you HAVE to be one of us!"

This earned a laugh from Anahu and Nadie but Dawn had sadness in her eyes as she could see Paul's naturally joking self even if he wasn't a happy go lucky type per say, was not present. Paul had never smiled for pictures in school except for once and he had looked like an idiot. He also hated that when he did smile naturally usually with his lips people expected him to do so with his teeth. He usually had a scowl but the one thing that he did have for his lighter side was his sense of humor and the time he was most likely to naturally smile was when joking or laughing but not on cue when a camera was present and not when just meetin somebody like some perky brown nose at an office job.

To see him angry at somebody that he would normally get along with, as Dawn believed he would, saddened her but she knew why he was in pain and she was still reeeling from Aila's loss too plus she'd known that prior to Aila's death, h would have hammed it up in the wig just to make her and Aila laugh and amuse himself. He had, after all, rolled around with them on the floor pretending to be a cattipillar.

Paul sighed putting the wig and the beard on. Little Joe laughed at him. "Well, Mr Hervaux ,how do you feel now that they allow guys like you to finally get married?!" This earned a laugh from Chogan, Ray and Ace but Ray apologized for laughing. Paul, more out of a vindictive spirit than humurous, replied, "You tell me, Little Joe. You're the bride in this wedding. And you better not be wearing white boxers cause we both know that ass aint pure."

This earned howls of laughter from the other rez gangsters as well. Ace also added, I'm not saying you look white cause you look mixed but uh...well you look like you're theh son of a mountain man and a Cree maiden..."

"Tell me something I don't know..." Paul lamented. "This shit itches..."

"But you DO look like you were raised around mostly white people cause you know damn well Indians would be clowning your ass around here, dude..."

After a few hours of driving, Paul fell asleep. Because Shep had a police scanner, they all laid down on the highway when police traps were nearby. When he woke up, he found Little Joe, Ace and Raymond talking about the deal they were driving to. "What are you even still doing with us, man?" Asked Ace and Paul noticed that Ray was wearing a pair of red bandannas over his face. "I mean don't you got tous and all to be on?"

"Yeah I do but I did a bunch of shows...I'm still making money though I just wanted to see the old stomping grounds this side of the border."

"If that was the case why not just go back down south to Minnesota?" Asked Little Joe. "I did..." Replied Ray. "Kicked it in the twin cities for over a week but then the show had to go on the road. I've got about a million subscribers on Electric Tit and Me TV. Not bad for a Cree rapper, huh?"

"Tell me something though, do the black guys hate on your shit? You know..." Ace said. "Cause they think only they can rap and an occasional wigger..."

"Well that's the thing, I try to keep it open I mean my primary audience and target audience is rez and city skins but it really is meant for everyone. To answer your question homie, they do like my flows. But they don't like my beats. That's where I lose them."

"Why? Your beats are the shit!" Little Joe stated. Ace agreed, "Yeah, man, you got a lot of...what's the word...?"

"Versatility?" Chimed in Paul.

"Yeah, that's the word..."

"Well, yeah I try to not get limited to just one kind of beat but the black dudes say that my beat is like a 'white boy' type of beat."

"What does that even mean?" Asked Paul.

"It means you know...kind of the more ambient type of beats. They prefer the trap music type of beats I guess. I've been trying to sort of do less gangster shit and do more conscious stuff and I speak on the gangs up here and the guys in Canada, they know of me and they know what gangs I'm talking about especially from the Dub Town...but in the States, bro it's different if it aint a gang they heard of they don't think it matters. Ballas, Families, Apostles, that's what they know and we got plenty of that in my home state too. But then we got rez gangs in Minnesota that are just as hardcore and I got cousins from that. If I'd have stayed down there instead of seeing my fam up north, I'd have probably joined one of those Midwest crews instead of the Red Dubs."

"So then, white boys like your shit?" Asked Ace.

"No. Cause they might like the beats but then they don't like the lyrics even though they like the flow. I'm not even bashing any one race I'm not going on a record and being like fuck white people, man. I'm just telling truths about American and Canadian history I'm not name calling but even that gets me hated on."

"Hey, I respect what you do..." Paul said. "But I don't think they're ever gonna show love. The states are hostile towards Native men, Ray. And even though we had a hand in the creation of Rock & Roll that's seen as more of an anglo and black thing but at least we got notable people that have been acknowledged in that. Robbie Robertson from The Band, he was with Bob Dylan. Tom Ayara from Slayer, I mean it's not Rock but Joane Shendoah won several awards doing albums in Oneida. And there's Link Wray. But before Litefoot you don't really got too many of us in Hip Hop. I don't know if it started out as just a black thing or if Puerto Ricans were there from the start but they still act like it's just them either way Indians aint getting recognition. There won't be one of us as famous as Jay Z or Eminem. We may as well do rock nd roll. Or Punk since Link Wray set the stage for the D Cord that defines it..."

"I feel you brother but...a lot of guys in poverty relate to Hip Hop you know and we see it as a way out."

"So is Rock! Remember there's a rap song called Party Like A Rockstar. There aint a rap song called Party Like A Rap Star..." Paul stated. "And I'm not even Anti Hip Hop but they're anti us."

"Well, Hip Hop provides a faster and easier way, bro. I'm just telling it like it us...like it or not, learning to play guitar or the drums that takes time..."

"Yeah but a lot of Native rappers want traditional music in their beats anyway, right? Whether it's a hand drum or flute...so the rapper may not know how to do that but they'd just be getting a musician who does know how."

"Well Hip Hop right now is more influental though and it has more minorities."

"More blacks, sure but not too many of us. There's more wigger artists than us. Our culture...America doesn't find it interesting enough and if that's how they feel that's fine but we shouldn't waste our time or theirs trying to be where we're not wanted. And if they do feel that way, their female rappers need to stop wearing headresses, males too. We can leave them alone we'll leave them alone. We should just start supporting our own artists. If you gotta listen to a non Native artist I say just download it free but for our own..."

"Well, look even if I did do what you say I mean...it's like I'd have to retrain my brain all over again to do music a different way, wouldn't I?" Asked Ray. "I already spent years honing my craft. It would feel like a waste. I feel you on getting us more support. Whatever kind of music it is. I'm really down for any kind and I'd do music with any genre. I'm not limited to one kind. And of course I wanna do music withur people I have and I do. But I wouldn't mind sharing a stage with Ice Bone Thugs if they ever make a comeback. You're a good dude, Paul. I know your heart is hurting right now. Maybe I'll write you and Aila a song..."

"I'm not...and please...don't..."

"Hey if it's too soon I understand it...maybe just...let me write it and record it butI won't play it for you or anybody until you're ready...I miss her too man, that was my homegirl and I need a way to honor her and you and Dawn...honor the dead and the living."

"Maybe..."

"I won't play it for nobody else before you and her hear it. You got my word. Cross my heart and hope to die. You and me, we're the same in a way, dude. We're both from tribes in the states and up here we both did some gangster shit on both sides too. Both got our feet set in two different cultures too in a way. I mean you did but not by choice. I do cause of what i do."

"You do gangster shit down in Minnesota too?" Asked Little Joe. "I had to back up my cousins in some fights, you know? It's crazy down there. We got rez gangs there and...we beef with the Apostles, the Ballas even some Vagos down there. I don't look for trouble but family comes first. Though unlike G:or, it wasn't anything lethal both sides of the border. Just cracking heads. Fist fights. Maybe some bats to the legs but nothing fatal."

"An ass whooping today can be fatal tomorrow..." Paul warned. "Be careful...and just remember...you can help out the rez as much as you want but some day, some day soon you gotta put the gangster drama behind you. Me, I can't. It defines me but you got a chance to tell stories about the dark side of rez life but if you want to use your music to get rez boys from both sides to have peace you gotta stop fighting on our side. It's not like you're not being a true Warrior just supporting the community and us with the money you make from your music. Not everybody has to be a gun man. Some dudes are better at the business side of things."

Ace agreed. "But don't forget, enit? Gotta also put the RW on the map too make sure these motherfucking pussies out there know who we are, chooch. They fuck around with us they get fucked up. You don't even gotta be all decked out in red in songs. Just even a shout out by name and trust me, even if you just talk about your gangster shit in past tense, when people are done listening to your music, they'll Eye Find the Red Warriors. They'll see our history and know we aint pussies. We smoke anybody, dude. Indian Chickenheads, Dead Beats, or any crew in any projects in our provinces. Fists, knives, bat or an AK, they can all see what happens when they end up on our shit list."

"Calm down, Ace..." Warned Shep. "We're only out to get Dead Beats tonight and their allies."

"Still, dude, I'm pumped. Any of those Yardies talk shit to us either...they're getting lit up..."

"You've been snorting, haven't you..." Accused Chogan. "So? You gonna pretend like you never have? I always have a little pick me up before a fight. Maybe you can say I'm a coward for that..."

Paul shot back, "I'd go with idiot..."

"But it makes you stronger and during a gunfight you take a hit, it might save your life, bro. It might be true that I get lit whenever I go on a hit but you know what? I only do it before a hit. That's moderation, right?"

"That's...something..." Stated Shep.

They pulled up to their meeting place. It was in a mostly Haitian area of Mount Royal. As they got out, Paul told Sokanon, "If any of these cat eaters tries anythin funny or the Pastafarians for that matter. I aint just killing them. I'll kill you too."

This surprised Shep too. Sokanon got a look of anger o her face. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You trying to make an enemy outta somebody that's supposed to be an ally?"

"I don't got enemies. Just friends and people I either killed yet or haven't killed yet. I got stabbed in prison by two people from my own tribe. They were from the other side but it does something to ou mentally and physically. My own father used to also beat my ass beyond what any parent should and he was my tribe and he was a traitor too. So all i'm saying is...i better not see any Haitians or Jamaicans trying to turn on us. That's another thing prison taught me too. Trust only some of your own but not most and none of anybody else. Last time I trusted outside my blood I got fucked over."

"This is a business deal..." Sokanon said. "We have a mutual interest in taking the Dead Beats down and I want to see the West End mobsters done with. Our war is with them."

Shep stated, "K:or I want t talk to you later about this...but for now shes right. We're here to take out white those Caribbean snakes. They may be venemous reptiles but we need their fangs to help us clip some Angel wings."

They spotted the Jamaican envoy pulling up. Ace observed, "Good...if nothing else goes right...at least we showed up before them..."

Shep told Sokanon as they parked, "That being said if they do try anything they're fair game. I won't let any harm come to you...but only cause I respect your boyfriend not you..."

Paul didn't have disrespect towards her so much as he was just untrusting of Warriors he hadn't met et they hadn't gone through the battles that Joe and Chogan and Shep even had plus Ace and Ray and Dawn and Aila. They were part of an inner circle. But Shep seemed to have some actual disdain towards the woman from his tribe. It may well have been because of her past status as a stripper.

Five more members of the Warriors arrived as well. The first was a tall young man of about 5'11 in height with light brown skin, aged 21. he was Cree and Mohawk, his mother was from the same rez Paul had lived in after they got licked from their own rez. His name was Kariwase McComber. He was even the same age though he had done time at a prison further east. Next was Loren Dupree, a Miqmaq from Nova Anglia. He was six feet and light brown with a yellow tint and he wore a dark gray t shirt with a black plaid shirt on.

The second was Sherry Highland, an Oneida homegirl from Teranto. She had light brown hair, a pale brown skin tone and stood five foot four. Paul reminded himself to make acquaintance when he got the chance always glad to meet fellow Iroquois. She wore a white blouse with the words Don't fuck with mewritten in the center and white pants.

Fourth was Isiah Dupont a Dakota Indian from out west. He wore his Warriors rocker on and blue jeans. He stood five ten and was in his early thirties.

Lastly was Lawrence Hallsworth a mixed Miqmaq who looked almost white with blondish brown hair though his features were still Native. He wore a plain white t and black jeans.

Each of them carried Mac-10's.

Juvaun and a large lighter skinned black man a couple inches taller than Paul with a small afro starting stood wearing a silver puffy jacket. He was Jamaican by ethnicity but he had been born in Canada and so he was socially just an Afro Canadian but he understood introduced him as Nester Brooks. Sheldon was also there but so were five other Jamaicans they didn't recognize. There was a dark skinned black man in a silver sports jacket tall and thin about six foot six.

"This be my main man from Haiti. Jaques Rigaud."

"Now now Juvaun...Haiti was a long time ago. I haven't been back since I was fifteen...and you must be Shep..."

The leader wore a silver suit and white slacks and white shoes. He was of medium complexion for a black male and he had a shaved head. He looked to be in his early forties. "I represent the Seven Sixes."

Paul's eyebrows raised. "The bus route?"

The Haitian chuckled. "Interesting...I do not know your name, friend but you must either be a constant visitor to Mount Royal...or perhaps a local? i am all for our ..Cree patrons..you remind me of the Tainos back home they long spoke about. Inever met one but I've seen statues of them..." Paul wasn't sure whether to take this as disrespect or simple fact but the reality was if the Taino weren't extinct they still weren't in Haiti either. "But if one ever came through St. Gabriel I must have missed it."

"Crees know our way around. All of Canada is our home...and we're good at sneaking..." Paul said dryly. "I am sorry I did not get your name you are...?"

"He's not talking to yo. i am. Now I can understand why we're dealing with you, Juvaun but why should we get into bed with them? From what I remember the 76's got shut down by the RCMP..." Grwled Shep.

Jaques nodded. 'That is true. But I still maintained my influence. Are you familiar with the late Gino Moretti?"

"Yeah..his sons got shot his dad got hit by a Sniper round when he was in his garden and he was said to have been poisoned."

"Back in the 90's and up until just before Mr. Moretti's unfortunate end...we had an understanding. Between myselves and the Irish..and the Sicilians and of course...i don't need to tell you...the Angls Of Death. I must admit I never expected to meet bikers who could speak French. I was in Libertt Cit before and they were far less...cultured down there."

"Is this leading to anywhere in the fuckin vicinity of a point?" Demanded Shepard. "Yes...with Gino dead there was no reason to continue. I hated kowtowing to the Italians. Everybody did but they controlled the ports. Ever since his death there has been a power vaccum. But just because we are now at war with each other does not mean I do not still know how the Angels run their operations. I have beenlaying low lately with them though ourselves and the Irish have had problems. I think it is time we show those crackers..." Paul almost burst out laughing hearing the slur with a Haitian accent. "That we are still a presence."

Paul had a look of reservation on his face. The Warriors leader turned to him. "What is it?"

"Let's say I buy into this. How do you hook up with the Yardies then? I know all about hat little alliance you had going on here..." He said. "But the Jamaicans had no seat at that table."

"No, they didn't..." Admitted Jaques. "They are based in Teranto and we prefer to stay that way as we also stay out of their territory except for with permission. But we both recognize that the bikers are becoming a I should also warn you...there is another element that is going to be a problem moving forward even if we do help you crush the Angels."

"So does this mean you want in on our little hash side deal with the Yardies?" Demanded Shep.

"That will not be nessecary..." Replied Jaques. "I am satisfied with what I have in terms of success as long as the currency keeps coming in. But I am not satisfied with the amount of enemies we have. It is good to always have some competition so as not to stagnate. i am under no illusions that there will always be members of the Angels Of Death around. But that does not mean we can't put a large dent in their operation."

Uzi fire cracked in the air striking down one of the Yardies, a man in his mid twenties with jet black curly hair and dark brown eyes wearing a green t shirt and blue stonewashed jeans standin at 5'7. He fell over with three rounds hitting him in the teeth the first hit his bottom front teeth and the third hit the top lip ripping it away to the point where exposed bloody teeth and gum flashed out.

A Haitian Mafia member took six rounds in the back from an AR-15 as a gray Burrito screeched and a white male in a black ski mask with his rocker on but facing inside the van fired. Shep called out to Ace, "Call us some backup! NOW! Dead Beats are hitting us!" Little Joe didn't have a clear enough line of sight on the Angels as they were coming from behind a white company van. They fired SMG's but Paul didn't see what kind either.

Little Joe fired a burst at a masked white male in a leather black jacket that had no patch on it as the Angels were covering up anything incriminating but the Warriors as well as the Caribbeans knew these were bikers. Joe's rounds did hit one Angel the one he had aimed at through the left wrist with four rounds cutting through it. The man screamed in agony though the extent of the damage could not be ascertained as the Warriors took cover too. Jaques and his men returned fire and the Haitian gangster had only a Glock 17 but he would not let himself be killed. He fired six shots and one of them did hit an Angel in the right ear and as the man went down a seventh hit him in the jaw.

Lawrence fell with a shotgun blast to the back coughing blood. The next to take a hit was Isiah as two shots in the back of the head from an Angel firing a Beretta hit him. "FUCK ALL YOU REDNECK ASSHOLES!" Screamed Loren. They fired on the Angel who had done it.

Chogan fired the shotgun and struck an Angel who was really a prospect in the stomach. "Fuckin Dead Beat faggots! Nobody likes you here!"

Shep saw an Angel trying to flank and come after Sokanon,Anahu, and Nadie. He fired hitting the man with five rounds across an Angel's collar bone and watched blood spray from the artery as he hit the man. Sokanon had two Glock 18's which she fired as ten motorcycles roared past and they were using Uzi's for a drive-by. Two Haitian gangsters fell, the first a dark black man with freckles wearing a robin blue egg colored suit. He was hit with four rounds in the left leg. He fell over bleeding. The second was lighter skinned with blue eyes of partial French descent with a blonde Afro but who went by his Haitian roots. He wore a dark blue t shirt and a white jacket and black jeans.

Six rounds hit him in the right ribcage. Another five hit him in the neck. The first hit him in the superior vena second in the internal jugular vein, the third in the subclavian vein. The fourth hit the man in his windpipe. The last severed his spine but he was already dead before he hit the ground. Sokanon did manage to hit one of the men with the Uzis with two shots to the stomach while the rest bounced off his bike. He fell over bleeding and fell with his bike scraping the ground and the next bike ran over him causing the rider to fly even as the bike ran over the fallen Angel crushing his arms and a few bones in his back and blood sprayed from his mouth.

Paul fired a ten round burst as this was happening and he hit an Angel six times in the chest and the last four hit his helmet. "Protect you from the road but how about a bullet?!" He taunted.

"

Anahu fired with a Beretta striking an Angel in the retro mandibular vein. He as lights out before he fell off the bike. Nadie took an Uzi off a dead Jamaican as Juvaun fired his own at the Angels while he stayed behind a van colored in the flag of Jamaica. He fired a twenty three round burst. He dropped two Angels, the first a man in the left elbow and the gut, a red haired white male with scars all over his face. He curled up writhing in agony. "Ya dead beat crackas wanna romp with me, huh? Me have seen it! Mi deh yah!"

Sheldon took cover with his boss. The Jamaican boss chuckled. "Him badmind mi kaaz mi a drive Dominator!"

Sheldon took two rounds in his right side as one of the Angels dropped from his ride lost his SMG and had reverted to a .380 and fired at any and all Warriors. Dawn saw four wrecked bikers and she raked the rounds across watching the bullets hit their abdomens like mini spears faster than the speed of sound.

Raymond got to the wounded Yardie as he fell over and helped the gunshot victim to cover. "Thanks..." Winced the Jamaican as he was pulled to cover. "Man, look...I appreciate the gratitude but I'm a struggling hungry rapper. You wanna thank me? Buy my next album."

The wounded gangster winced as several rounds came at them as they were in cover or rathetr hit their source of cover as a Freeway rode by. "Isn't it better if I listen to it and then decide and tell you what I think?"

"Nah..." Grinned Raymond. "I saved you, homie. That makes you my number one fan off the rez."

The vehicles had wrecked and gasoline from three bikes had spilled as a result.

The Angels bled and Paul aimed his C3 blast that kicked up took out several bikes, an Angel Burrito plus a Yardie Patriot but its owners were deceased. The Haitians fled. "We'll be in touch! Whether we work something out or not, these biker sons of bitches will all have a machete up their ass by weeks end!" Shouted Jaques as he and his remaining men fled.

Shep approached a few of the wounded Angels as the sirens came and they got ready to leave the scene. Chogan was going to finish them but he stopped them. "Hey..." He said to a wounded gangster. "It must bother you doesn't it? This time the white trash dead beats get caught and well...the Crees and the niggers from the Carrib...we get to get away the way you usually do. Must be opposite day!"

"We'll find you, Sheppard. Your scalp will be on my tailpipe..."

"You're gonna put my scalp on your dick? No thanks, Napoleon. But it's funny you should mention that where you're headed."

They all fled the area and the five wounded Angels still surviving were surrounded by RCMP with only a few deceased Warriors and several Yardies and a few Haitian gangsters and nobody left alive to explain the carnage but themselves.

3 Hours Later

Shep asked Paul, "You got any ideas, Redwood? What we can do with all this oxy? I don't want this going to the rez but on the other hand if people are gonna use this shit...hell any drugs...on the rez...I'd rather they got it from us if they had to. The white trash assholes outta Mount Royal have been trying to move into the fentanyl business and the niggers in Lightning Bay already are. It's bad enough that we got so many users out here and Winnipek used to be the city with the most of our people. Now it's LB. And we're hurting either way. I want us to get paid..and if we have anybody pushing to people who are already gonna use anyway we gotta put the fentanyl pushers out. But for now we gotta find a place for all this oxy to live. You did good today, brother. So the floor is yours. Whatever idea you got we can make it hapen."

"All right. You know about the oxy thing in Vice City? For years the Florida pill mills have been the focus but those wells are drying up.I say we fill the void. Both in the US and Canada. We could elevate the Warriors to international power. I know a lot of the Nakota brothers got relatives and all on the south side of the border and those states they come from has a lot of trailer trash that are users. I still have connections to San Andreas if I poke my head up too we could d something there too but for the moment what if we controlled the oxy distribution for not only every provice bordering the state also themselves? You already know Liberty City got its coke because of Mount or years. What if we did the same with all these Midwestern states?"

Despite not being from the US, Shep knew enough about what he was talking about to see a problem. "In Florida they didn't track users of oxy, bro. Here they do. In a lot of other states they do."

"Since we've expanded our base back to Teranto and we'll be taking back our stakes in MR, we'll neep some between Jean and his guys on the streets. We'll moall this furniture out and get computers, printers, x rays MRI's make ID's...we'll set up mobile trailers and rotatte doctors in and out and when or if the heat gets to hot we relocate. The deal with the addicts will be simple. We fill half their presciptions at the normal price they get half their pills and we ship the other half across the border and charge ten times the price."

"I like it bro. But I know you don't like seein our people 'sick' anymore than I do. So what do we do about that?"

"All I can think of...since a junkie is gonna use if they're determined and they'd only get clean when they're ready to...those injection sights they got on the west coast...there hasn't been one overdose that resulted in a death. Not one. They've been brought back. We need to fund more injection sites. I know they'd probably never let us set them up strictly for First Nations addicts in the city. So we do it on the rez. We obviously have clean people be the face of this law abiding citizens of course and we get get trained doctors on sight just like the ones in the city. That way we help our people and we make sur it's only our people...unlike the Indian Health Clinics they got in the state. It says Indian health Clinic but outsiders can get help there too. And usually skins end up having to wait to get seen, man."

Shep sighed and sat down thinking it through. "You're right. That's about as ideal of a situation as we're ever gonna have. Like you said junkies are gonna use but at least this way our people don't have to die as much. The way they have been with the 'll do it your way. But make sure that anybody and I mean anybody pushing fentanyl dies. Even if its our own pushers. This shit is worth than meth and alcohol."

He then said, "Hey Paul listen...that interview you did...you got hate in your heart same as me, right?"

"Yeah...I might give individuals exceptions but for the most part fuck everybody that aint us."

"Well I've felt that way in prison and since I got out. I'm angry a lot..."

"You aint going soft on me are you?"

"No..." Shep insisted. "We been through what we been through and we hate who we hate. Your anger should motivate you to do what you want in life. Motivation can come from anger and hate not just love and selflessness and all that bullshit. But it's not healthy to think about what you hate as much as I did in there and had out here. We do business with the Jamaicans and the Haitians. I got no love for em but we do. We may work with the Triads. It's a possibility we may have to grease some palms with the micks in the west end of Mount Royal. But...I still know what they are. But you have to think about what you don't hate. You'll live longer. Don't do what I did. Hell..I'mnot even gonna do what I did..."

He lit a cigarette. "Trust me, K:or...I can talk to you about this we did time in there. Chogan and Joe are still boys that think they're men. You and me are different. We know what makes the world. Ray can do his music thing and that's fine not everybody needs to be a shooter anymore. But if we dwell too much on what we hate...I aint saying be their friend but if we do...they win. They live rent free in our minds. Don't let a rat live rent free in your mind. Dawn, gives a shit about you. You need to make up for lost time."

"I hear ya, Shep. But what are you gonna do?"

"Me well...you got things covered here for now...I may take a few weeks off...go see other rez's...nature...see what kinda women out there will be itching for some loving from an ex con rez boy."

"If I know women the way I think I do, probably a lot. Everybody loves bad boys..." Paul said then added, "For fun but not love."

"Dawn would disagree...don't let her slip away. She's had suicidal tendencies so you know she knows what you're dealing with..." He then added, "Don't let me hear about that shit again..."

"Man she fuckin ratted on me..."

"NO! No...you don't take it out on Dawn. She's concerned. You don't try and do that again. You got business to take care of. Lucifer and Tanaka. You wanna die after that well...I'll kill ya. You aint taking the cowards way out. Of course you'd break her heart. And I'd have to kill you for that too. Again.'

Ivan

He met Vasily and Anatoly inside of a building near Hawick. He was still sore from the shootout and beating the past week,There were many people inside workin on computers. "What is this, exactly?" Asked Ivan. "Troll farm..." Replied Vasily. "I do not have the same skills with computers as the younger generation. I'm sure my son back home could have told you as much...but that is what we have younger droogs for like Anatoly. I tell him what we need done and he has it done. He has also come up with some ideas of his own."

Vasily pointed to a young Caucasian male of maybe 22 years old of Armenian and Russian descent with brown hair, curly, blue eyes and wire rimmed glasses. Ivan read over his shoulder. "America has always been hinged on hard-working people. If you remove jobs, you'll remove our country from the world map. The state of Pennsylvania rose owing to multiple enterprises mining coal, producing steel, and creating the need for other jobs, groceries, doctors, dentists, insurance, gas, vehicles, mechanics and the list goes on. As far as Mr. Cranley pursues the goal of creating more jobs and supports the working class. He said he would put miners back to work. We could help win Pennsylvania which is a battleground state. We'd like to organize a rally "Miners for Cranley" in Pennsylvania."

He whistled. "Wow...these people do realize that the man literally said he hated minorities, immigrants like us and the working class, right?"

On the TV, the liberal news station was debating a conservative Cranley supporter who said that Jock Cranley's words were taken out of context. The quote the right wing candidate was on the hook for saying was "I love ass raping women. I also like to shoot niggers with my AR-15 during my free time for American is a dumb cunt. I hate Americans almost as I hate Muslims and faggots. If I were president, I would kill every faggot and sand nigger in the world."

It had been an old audio leak that was released from six years prior. When questioned about it, he said it was simply "Country club talk" and that he was the least racist person anyone had ever met. "I love the blacks!" He said. "The blacks love me. What can I say? It's amazing. As for the gays and the Muslims I have the best policy to help both. It will be HUGE. The best."

Vasily explained, "I may not like it, old friend and I do not like him but he is a useful idiot. And our president wants this done. This is straight from the top. When this is done, we were never here."

Anatoly beckoned for ivan to come to where a blonde haired Russian hacker was working on something. It looked like an ad with African Americans as the targeted demographic. It was a meme talking about a 12 year old boy shot by police in Carcer City and how the city was filing a suit against the estate of the boy for $500. It said that it was not so much to pay but it was absurd that the city that he was shot in would do so when they were the ones to bring this calamity on the family.

"This will not work. The family can always come out and say it is not true..." Ivan protested. "Nevstimate the power of American stupidity..." Anatoly stated. "They don't even know that the Statue Of Happiness is supposed to be an Arab Egyptian woman. They are so ignorant of their own history it is laughable. Why wouldn't it be easy to fool them now?"

"You are not in the FSB. Why are you even here?"

"Call me an independent agent in addition to being a major player in the Markovich clan...I care about our country too. And as for the ad in Pennsylvania... I may be speaking too soon but support for Jock Cranley is already starting to rise. Right wingers can alwaysrely on coal country for support."

"And what about the family of that boy?"

"This ad has run for two days.''

Packie

His first week in there he had gotten a beat down trying to call Kiki. She had agreed to take on his case. Even though she'd recuesed herself from Gerry's case it seemed she didn't want him to go down. There was another detail she wanted to run by him too. There was a possibility that because of his known prejudices against Italians, the prosecuting attorney might also try and bring hate crime ccharges against him. If it did, this meant the case that was already federal for the amount of mafiosi he had killed could also get him the death penalty all though that was already a possibility. The DA was playing hardball. The only deal was plead guilty and get life without parole or go to trial and face death row.

Packie was aware of how much evidence there was but he didn't care. He would fight for his freedom or die trying. He wasn't going to do a life sentence either way. Even if the death penalty was illegal in the state, since the crimes were done in Alderney he could also face death row there because of it.

"have you talked to my brotherr?"

"Patrick, I'd worry about yourself, now..."

A large black male of about six foot six with a dark red almost purple do-rag stood behin im. "Yo white boy. Get off the phone. Unless you finna pay...money Over Bullshit run these. You wanna use that you gotta give me something..."

"I don't got two cents to my name. I'll get off in a minute..."

"Nah, now, snowflake..." He growled.

Packie knew this was't going to end well, "Hey, Kiki, can you hold on a second? And whatever you hear, this is attorney client privilege. Strike it from the record."

He struck the man with the reciever in the nose andthe man bled. He was stunned momentarily but the big man screamed with rage and pain and grabbed the shorter Irishman and threw him against the wall. "oh fuck!" Packie groaned as the wind was knocked out of him.

Three more Broker based gangsters, the guys homies began to punch and kick him while he was on the ground. "Fuck, man! I'm a friend of Dwayne Forge! Call him!"

"I don't fuck with that bum ass nigga!" Screamed the bloody nosed gangster. "You must not know about politics between the buroughs, son! Even my uptown partnas don't like them offbrand niggas."

Packie was pulled to his feet by the three and the gangster held a shank in his hand. "Why do you need all these friends? Or that blade, tough guy? Scared to face me by yourself?"

"You got it fucked upin here, nigga. In here its the brothers and the Puerto Ricans running this shit knaw mean? You can either be a bitch to them or us."

"The fuck's the problem here, guys?!" Demanded an African American guard in his mid thirties of average heiht weighing 195 lbs and with short military style hair and hazel eyes. He withdrew is nightstick. "Aint nothing, Officer Lowell. We're just giving the paddy here a warm welcome/"

"I think he's had enough. They can only take more hits than that when you give em whiskey."

That had been months ago. he hadn't wanted to but now he had been using the Puerto Rican phone and had only been able to due to the work he had done in South Bohan with Elizabeta in the past. He would have also tried to seek out any North Holland Hustlers that were locked up but thus far he hadn't found any. Even if he had, he ondered if even they would have been shaken down by the MOB drug crew a Baller affiliated knock off gang from the Firefly Projects.

Now he was going to be going to court in an hour. Sudenly a white male with curly red hair stood near him. The man had green eyes, freckles and a scragily beard. He stood about six feet. packie noticed he had a tattoo on his right arm that said White Pride.

"You got balls showing that in here, boyo..." Packie stated. The man looked to be about thirty. He chuckled. "You don't know me? I'm a friend of Stanford. Roy Van Houten. White guys like us we gotta stick together in here. You may not think other white boys besides Irish are your kin but in here...we're all we got. The niggers and spics run this place but it's a CHOICE to be pushed around by them."

"This isn't San Andreas, Van Houten. You don't got the numbers to do anything. Especially in a jail like this. In state prison, maybe you can hold your own. Maybe both of us could. But this is the Island."

"

Rycken Island, Liberty City

He was on his way back to court. He knew they'd passed the Alderney Turnpike at this point. They had to be somewhere near downtown Alderney City. His heart gave a jump as did his body as a shockwave of force and sound occured. He was thrown to the side and the ind was knocked out of him as the vehicle rocked. His ears rang. Unbeknowst to him, a remote detonated bomb had just gone off. Several armed men with Assault Rifles were firing on the police police returned fire with everything from shotguns to M4's to handguns but they had been taken by then, the doors blew open with charges. Packie recalled what he and Niko had once done to Aiden O'Malley. "Shit!" He cried out. I'm a goner!

However, the armored officers with him were shot in the face and he was pulled from the vehicle at Rifle point. "Get the fuck outta there you mick bastard!" Cried a dark skinned man behind a mask with a Libertonian accent. Two of the attacker sustained gunshot wounds from the return fire but they had also used flashbangs and smoke grenades. "We aint waiting for you fuckin feds to just give thispaddy ten life sentences!" Screamed anotherWe're settling this in family court!"

A police officer of African American descent fire his service pistol nine times striking one of the attackers who had an AK-47. Though the gunmen had a vest on the rounds went through and he fell over. Two of his friends picked him up with one of them firing their own AK and hit the cop with six rounds from the left shin to his knee and three more hit him in the stomach. A Caucasian officer readied a more powerful weapon though due to disorientation, Packie didn't see what it was between a Rifle or a shotgun. The man was struck with five rounds in the neck as a gangster wielding an Uzi sprayed down the officer.

Packie then had a bag put over his head and he was shoved into an SUV as the gunfight continued on the streets. He heard gunfire including out the window as they were fired upom but they took off speeding. He then fell over as he felt electricity go through his body.

He blacked out.

We to he had the bag off his head ad he was in a warehouse. "He's up..." A male voice stated. He looked to see none other than Neto. "What...the fuck are you doing in this city? I thought it was Guineas...what the fuck..."

"It was just made tolook like hat, homes. In reality it was me, Marabunta, from Liberty and the Pocos Pero Locos. We don't look Italian but all you needed was some vatos of similiar ski tne and a LC accent. "

Oh and this was arranged with your friends in the IRA. Plus Ivan Azarov made some calls. You're gonna be gettng out of prison but for now we're gonna have you take care f that job the IRA wants you to take care of. After that you go back to jail...for a little while. We're working an angle to make his murder trial go away. Right now it needs to lok like the Anceolotti's tried to stage a jailbreak to kill you."

"The LCPD ant gonna buy that. Guineas are dumb but they're not that dumb. They wouldn't risk a move like that."

"That's why we took a few of their soldados right off the streets in Little Italy. Now Marabunta lost three men and PPL lost two. For every person we lost we took them off the streets so the puercos didn't find shit. There was so much blood in that intersection that its gonn take a long time for the foresnsics team to figure out who all belonged to who. And we'll leave them a few bullet riddled Italians that will turn up at different spots in the city. With the same gunshot wound and the same caliber of guns eac was shot with while we'll try and handle the dead homeboys quietly. We'll also have the mafiosi be cut uplike they had unsuccesful surgeries to remove the bullets. Which we will dig them out of them."

"What if some died of a headshot? You gonna try and explain away why a surgery was needed for that? Why would a dead man care if he has a bullet in him?"

"Luckily for us..." Stated a Mrabunta member the son of Salvadoran migrants that moved to Bohan, "There was no gunshots to the heads. Only the body. I did lose some of my boys though so you owe us for this shit. Maybe on the inside I'll even make sure the Marabunta locos and even PPL make sure the MOB crew doesn't fuck with you anymore while you're in there but you owe us big for this. If it wasn't for Santa Muerte asking we wouldnt."

"All riht...so the IRA wants me free long enough to do something for them but have the deniability in it cause I was kidnapped. After being imprioned. Gotcha. All right then...take me to em."

"We will..." Neto said. "When it's safe. For now we gotta wait until it's clear then get you across the water back to Liberty City.

Five Days Later

Packie found himself sitting in front of the IRA leader. He had sure enough made one of his explosions. He'd been with the man for three days and he explained the mission to him. He also explained that failure would mean death. "Do you understand what your mission is, boyo/ I got you out cause of who your blood is. He would still want to honor the cause if he were here."

"Yeah...I get it. I didn't care about it before but now that he's gone...I gotta do something to honor his memory. I'm the last McRear left And it beats the fuck outta jail."

"Okay..." Take the remote..." Packie did. He had a remote control toy car rolling thrugh Junction.

They were now in a dark blue Willard.

A voice spoke out. "It wasn't even just them either...I made sure this went off without a hitch.

It got under the limo which was bulletprooff and bomb proof riding under it. The King told him, "Remember you have to maintain the same speed. Any inconsistency and they'll notice somethng is wrong."

"You realy think wasting this bitch will do anyting? She aint exactly the queen."

They were two streets over and the roads were all clear above. Packie was taken down a side street as the motorcde now was making its way toward the Booth Tunnel.

"No but she's royal family and it willshow them that none of them are save as long as Northern Ireland is under British occupied government. I was born into it you might say. I was in the Troubles I knew your brother and we NEVER got a target like this."

"I seem to remember a plan like this with trying to take out Hitler with a suitcase bomb. It wasn't close enough and it only gave him a few scrapes."

Yes and I'm sure some of the blast will be suppressed due to it being under the car but it still is enough to do some damage."

"Are we going to claim this? Even if this is to send a message this kind of thing...wouldn't it be better to wait? Let it be a mystery?"

"Maybe if that was from a jihadist mate but it isn't. We will face struggle in the future but look at Oklahoma City. It may have been done by a disgusting individual but it forced America to rexamine the cases he was pissed off about and for better or for worse it created the change he wanted. Sometimes you have to be willing to die for something. They'll know which organization did it but not which individuals. They won't be able to tie this to anybody back home."

"If you say so, old man. I'm facing murder charges for a crime I did do and I thought I was gonna get away with it. If you think any of us are getting away with this you're wrong. If you think somebody else won't pay for this even if we dont you got another thing coming."

"A pessimist eh? Just like a true son of Erin."

The motorcade finally stopped and Princesss Georgina and her guards and her cousin got out. "NOW!" They had rigged a long range frequency detonator and Packie hit it. The blast went off and while the blast being under the vehicle did in fact suppress some of it still was enough to kick up the vehicle though it didn't destroy it it didn't matter it was blast proof since she came out. When the chaos was over, Princess Georgina and our bodyguards lay in the streets with missing limbs. In her case the bottom of both legs had been blasted off and she had shrapnel shredding up her thighs as the redheaded royal family member went into shock. The Prince was also there and had taken debris in the left arm and was badly wounded but not mortally.

"All right boyo...we gotta get you back to Alderney and make it seem like the Italians have got you. The cops are gonna get to play the hero We'll phone in a tip of course."

"You sure this aint coming back on me? This is the biggest thing I ever done..." Packie breathed as his heart pounded. "Fuck I wish I had a bump to calm my nerves!"

"You're IRA now, boyo. We don't do that shite. The best way for you to not get implicated in this is for you to end up back in the hands of law enforcement. How could a man who was a hostage to the mob on trial for multiple murders possibly be involved with anything? We'll be in touch, Patrick. After the smoke settles. Both literally and figuratively"

It was the last thing he heard before he was tazed again.

Packie soon found himself in an Alderney apartment where five mob associates indeed were there. He wasn't sure how they'd managed to pull it of. It looked like they'd just woken up themselves. One of them found a Walther P99 near them. "Fuck..i feel like shit...how the fuck did i get here?"

"Beats me, Nino...shit..is that who I think it is?"

"Yeah...Patrick McReary. Last of a dying breed...this is the same fuck that killed so many of us. The feds are trying to look into us for that..."

"Wait a minute...the feds come sniffing about this mick son of a bitch and the next thing we know he turns up and we're all drowsy? I remember a needle being stuck in me. I think we were drugged."

"It's not like we don't all indulge in a little arm vitamins now and then. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth..."

One of them, a man of about 5'6 with jet black hair a unibrow and dark angry brown eyes with a thin frame weighing 175 lbs aimed the pistol at Packie. "I hope you made your peace with God, mickey cause you're about to meet him. The church? Always been Italian. God's gonna tell you that you and your family should have respected us more before they fry your ass in hell."

"Hell would be having to stuck with a bunch of wops..." He began. Just then the door was kicked open and tear gas was dispersed. "PUT THE GUN DOWN! ACPD!" Before the men could comply several rounds were fired from two different M4 carbines. One of them fired back hearing only he bursting down of the door and the bang. He had taken them for an enemy and fired a shot back. He was riddled with rounds. Soon all five of the Ancelotti associates were shot and only two were alive. "ALL CLEAR!"

In the weeks that followed as Packie was back in custody he would hear of the result of the bombing. The Princess had indeed died but the Prince had lived. the IRA was being blamed and they were combing Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland looking for any IRA associates and trying to follow up on it. Evidently it was all the news would take about.

East New Arcadia

He had been in the city for three days and it wasn't easy. He was washing dishes at some restaurant. He did like Mai said and dropped the street slang and talked like a refugee. Really, he didn't say much even as other Vietnamese co workers tried to be chatty with him.

He was no longer Baby Face. He couldn't be. He was going by a new name now. Huy Tran. He knew there was no need to use a gun here even though it was a dangerous city he was sticking to the Vietnamese section but he felt naked without a gun. It was something he had to get used to.

Cypress Flats

"I'm such a piece of shit..." Sobbed Cherry as she, Mai and Gina sat on a porch of a DNB member. "We were in there fucking when our friend was getting beaten to within an inch of his life..."

"Look...I you were catching feelings for him...we both were...but we both just felt...I don't know he's going away you know...?"

"He's our friend..." Mai said. "I had to get him to Vietnam..."

"I know but T Mart could have died..." Cherry sniffed. "I showed Baby Face I carebut..I don't want him thinking I don't care...we all fucked up...we gotta get revenge for T Mart...he could have died..."

"We will..." Mai stated. "But we have to be careful. He overwhelmed even Ivan according to my dad. He isn't military trained but he has a lot of street smarts. He survived the 90's. when he was with teh Vanguard even back then. We have to watch out..."

"I don't know if I can wait...I have to take that motherfucker out myself..." She cried.

Gina reasoned, "No...shhh..listen...we're gonna go visit T Mart, okay? We'll be there when he wakes up."

She put an arm around the Filipina who kept sobbing. Mai knew there was another issue too one that she had been told by Gina and she forgot to check with Cherry about. Mai was on the pill when Baby Face slept with her but Gina had not been and she said she had tested positive. She didn't know what she wanted to do about it but they needed to find out if Cherry was too but now wasn't the time to ask when she was so upset.

Mai realized that this complicated things. Even if she had gotten Baby Face outta dodge, it wouldn't help the two of them if they were single moms. It was already looking like Gina would be unless Mai could convince her to get an abortion or a morning after pill though it had been over a week. She couldn't believe they hadn't talked about if Cherry was yet but they were still dealing with the fallout of T Mart getting banged up and now thje cops were all over all parts of Cypress Flats. The white areas black areas, Asians Samoans and Mexican.

The one possible good of this was that Eddie's DNA had been recovered at the scenes and he was now wanted for multiple murders and there was an APB out for knew he needed to die but she was good enough at tracking people that she figured she could find the AV fugitive before the cops. Prison wasn't punishment for an AV member. He had to die.

20 Minutes Later

Despite the people getting arrested he was out on the streets and he had a job to do. Clayton was out with a homegirl from the set. There had been a Samoan guy who had recognized a DNB posing who was really a Psycho. As a Blasian he knew the AV was worse but that didn't mean there wasn't unsettled business especially since now their enemies were laughing at them since Psychos had sneaked in and pretended to be them under their nose.

Kimmy was with him. "He said the guy had a Heart tattoo on his forearm. White Voodoo..." The gang girl said.

They pulled up to see it. Sure enough, there was a hand on a foggy window as two people were fucking and he saw the tattoo. He aimed his Beretta M93R out the window and Kimmy aimed her P99. Both began to pull the trigger. Clayton let off nine rounds and as glass shattered he heard the woman inside scream and saw the Psycho get hit with four rounds. Kimmy fired ten herself and she silenced the woman.

She opened the door on the other side falling out with a round in her throat choking on her own blood. "That's Vera from TPG..." He observed. "That ho is loved by those punks."

The TPG member with the tattoo lay with his left eyeball hanging out of its socket and pieces of brain oozed from the temple wound on the same side. "Not anymore..." Kimmy stated as she aimed the P99 at the dying rival. She pulled the trigger and struck the already dying woman in the stomach.

Meanwhile...

G Bone sat outside the new spot Sugar was staying at and Grizz was with him. Janea stayed at home. "You sure about doing this, homie?"

Grizz wasn't even sure how much longer he could be around Strawberry cats. Stone didn't want him around now that word was out about what he had done to get a reduced sentence. The Davis Ballas may or may not have wanted him dead if Stone had outted him as a snitch. But for now, G Bone was none the wiser.

"Yeah, I'm sure..." Grizz stated. "That motherfucka fucked with my family. Now I'm gonna fuck with his. He wants to make threats against me and mine? Okay..."

"Yeah I get that, homie but this shit? That's foul, dog. Especially right now when they got a baby together..."

"Hey, you aint got to come with but just in case he's there and there was some static, I need backup. This neighborhood's rich and that's a nice ass hotel he got there. It aint exactly South Central so we cause some noise it's likely to bring cops."

"Still, dog..Ivan been good to the hood and the shit he done for all us put bread in them pockets. I get that what he did was fucked up with us he didn't even threatn us. He paid us just like he paid you. He did pay,right?"

"It's not about the money. We almost killed a well known personality in New Arcadia. All so Ivan can continue more of his fucked up cold war games..."

"Maybe this shit is penance..." G Bone said looking out the window.

"What?"

"I don't know...you say bad shit's happened to you and when I was out with my girl that's when that Aryan motherfucker came stabbing. I chalked it up to typical hood bullshit and prison shit carried out to the streets. But now...I think God's punishing me for some shit I did a few years ago. Shit I had no business doing."

"What'd you do?" Asked Grizz.

"You really wanna know?" Bone asked.

"I asked you didn't I?"

"In 2013 there was a car jacking. Native Indian cat. he was part white. We carjacked his ass with some Families. He was supposed to be meeting up. He ended up in prison. He ended up joining La Onda to survive after fighting for the Vagos. He organized the Native car in prison. Then he faked his death to escape. Then heended up arrested in Canada. Then he gave a fucked up racially charged interview before he was in another prison riot."

"You're shitting me..."

"I wish I was, dog. I wondered if God spared me when he got out and he didn't come for me. But maybe he aint know who I was really. Still a lot of black folk got killed because of him and he made some of those calls behind bars. Their deaths are on my hands. And I know that. I had a moment of ignorance. I didn't think he'd survive and I wish he hadn't then it would have been over but he did and he's lashing out at anybody different than him. I created a motherfuckin monster. He was cool with the brothas from CGF. But they fucked him over and me, I wanted him dead behind Ballas he killed and I wanted the money I made fucking him up. But then Gerald got killed and niggas is talking out there. They saying it's cause of what was done to him. Or maybe not but a Mexican cat took him out and that's reason to suspect him..."

"You couldn't have known what was gonna happen and yeah you shou;ld have killed that motherfucker. But as for Gerald he fucked over a lot of people. A lot of Ese's got reason to want him dead just from the jobs people did for him or Lamar. Would you make sure you shot that fool in the head if you saw him?"

G Bone was sweating. "Yeah! But I had a chance to kill him then. Now I aint sure it'd go well for me. They say he locked up still in Canada. They said they moved him to another prison after the riot. I hope the five o keep his ass locked up. Cause if he ever get free I'll know one way or the other either God or the Devil sent him to me and neither way would end well for me."

"There you go. You know you made a mistake and you gotta fix it. My mistake was not popping this motherfucker the second he involved threatening my son. But it's too late for that now. Now I gotta hurt him real bad..."

"Yeah but don't you think this is beyond anything Boogeyman did? He made a threat but this? This shit is extreme...this is worse. You're gonna really make him wanna come after you now."

"Just keep the car running."

He got out and he made his way to the guest sign in sheet. He then made it to the elevator. He checked his P99, his skin sweaty and he made sure he had a full magazine. When he got off he put it back in his waistband.

Grizz knocked on the door. Sugar opened up. "Mark? What are you doing here? Ivan's not home he..."

He cut her off. "I'm actually here to see you, girl. Ivan...he aint been honest with you. He aint been good to me either after all I done did to help that motherfucker...but I aint here to talk about me...he's been stepping out on you..."

"What?"

With that, he told her about Natasha and what Ivan had done and how he had impregnated her and taken her to the hospital.

He knew it wouldn't be good that he had told her but the way he saw it, Ivan took the gloves off by threatening his son to coerce him to do that dirt in New Arcadia.

She was in tears and he hugged her. "I know...he's been doing foul by all us."

"Grizz..." She said taking a breath. "What did he do to you? I had a feeling he was cheating on me...he told me that those KGB agents...it's like sex don't mean nothing to them...they're so fucked up...I was gonna have our child be raised with both cultures but if his just sees sex as nothing..."

Grizz uncomfortably said, "Well it aint like our folks do too well on that front either. I aint religious but we could do with a bit less promiscuity.,..."

"GRIZZY! What is it he did? Tell me...if you make me wait longer I may not wanna know."

He told her. With the devastation in her eyes he knew nothing would be the same after this.

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It must have been love
But it's over now

Lay a whisper on my pillow
Leave the winter on the ground
I wake up lonely, this air of silence
In the bedroom and all around

Touch me now
I close my eyes
And dream away

It must have been love
But it's over now
It must have been good
But I lost it somehow
It must have been love
But it's over now
From the moment we touched
Till the time had run out

Make believing
We're together
That I'm sheltered
By your heart
But in and outside
I turn to water
Like a teardrop
In your palm

And it's a hard
Winter's day
I dream away

It must have been love (it must have been love)
But it's over now (but it's over now)
It was all that I wanted
Now I'm living without
It must have been love
But it's over now
It's where the water flows
It's where the wind blows

It must have been love (it must have been love)
But it's over now (but it's over now)
It must have been good
But I lost it somehow
It must have been love (it must have been love)
But it's over now (but it's over now)
From the moment we touched
Till the time had run out

It must have been love (it must have been love)
But it's over now (but it's over now)
It was all that I wanted
Now I'm living without
It must have been love
But it's over now
It's where the water flows
It's where the wind blows

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That's it for this chapter hope you enjoyed.

Man, Eddie is a bitch isn't he but you gotta admire him covering bases. And Zilla the gang I was alluding to..I know you're gonna say this is intentionally misleading and it was but ok now that we got that outta the way it was members of the Davis PD AKA the real life Compton Police Department that Eddie used.

Also fan favorites from Ballad like Skell is now in this who is portrayed by Cle Sloane.

Honey from 165th street is visually based on Nina Rotti

Kiss is visually based off Pure Shuga

Dime is based off Jazzy Jamison

Queenie has returned an OC from Ballad but as neither Families or Ballas but as an OFG homegirl. Taraji P Henson is still the visual basis.

Skell is still based on Cle Sloane and while he is a Baller this time where as he was CGF in Ballad well in both instances the gang he's based on based on how I do it is still Bloods. Where as the Families in this instance are still crips and Ballas are still Ballas and OGF is Hoover. I featured OGF as Hoover in Carpe Diem but they haven't had much shown in this any in fact and they won't be in Ballad.

Layla is based on Toni Sweets

Jaques is visually and otherwise based on the gangster Ducarme Joseph.

Bottom is based on Maxine X

Vera who died was a character mentioned briefly before and is based on the pornstar Lucy Thai. More Psychos needed to die since so many DNB's have.

The idea that Paul had about the oxy and the trailers is based on season 3 of Justified an idea that the character Robert Quarles had with the Detroit mafia for opening up mobile clinics in Kentucky. His will go more successfully than Robert Quarles did though. No spoilers but well...Detroit mob meets Dixie mob wanting to steal oxy well you can see how that will go.

I'm always hearing about how The Wire is realisic as far as gangs and shootings well you can say that about Justified too in a way. There is heavier artillery than in the wire but shootouts are still more realistic than Hollywood. And there's more bloodshed on Justified.

Paul's objection to Fentanyl is well...logical a lot of First Nations hate it cause it's killing our youth in Canada but it also killed Prince. So it did ONE good thing lol. I'm sorry I always thought his music was gay. I could understand why Michael Jackson was popular but Prince you're either a woman or gay. And I'm not saying that to be homophobic it's just a fact. And for the women that like Prince I tell them you like him that's fine but would you want every man to dress behave and talk like him? When I say that one of two things happen. One they either don't say anything or two, they get mad at me and say I'm narrow minded hahah.

But anyway with this fentanyl shit well let's just say that it will play a part and also since season 2 of Bad Blood showed my nation and they made up a fictional reserve up there I will probably have aspects of that. The actual tribe not just individuals like Paul but community leaders there beefing with the Angels who are allied with the Italian mob that Jaques mentioned the Ndrangheta will play a role.

Nova Anglia is based on Nova Scotia. As for the two skinhead women Katherine is visually based on Casey McCarthy who played sort of an Aryan type of inmate in the women's prison in season 5 of Justified and her brother is based on the one who played Gunner Swift who arranged for Ava Crowder to have protection in prison while she was in there it isn't a spoiler I didn't say what for.

Also Sokanon is based on Jessica Matten from Frontier, Anahu and Nadie are based on Red Cloud and Crystal lightning the Native rap couple.

As for Paul do you think he is right about what he said about Aila regarding his own desire to take his own life or do you agree with Dawn?

As for Packie well that'd pretty much be one of the biggest assassinations in history so yeah it isn't gonna go well.

And as for Ivan we see him involved in the Russian hacker shit as a reference to Trump. It's actually true that they manipulated that on the coal miner thing and also on some black lives matter memes a lot of memes came from Russian hackers.

As for Jock Cranley's rant Trump never said that exactly he was careful to not be blatant but that is actually based on a fake quote meme of his and I thought even if Trump had said this I'm sure his supporters would say it was out of context. And don't worry with his reference to his country club talk don't let that being a reference to his pussy grabbing statement fool you into thinking that was it. Because that was just a fun way I could take a stab at country clubs since he said the pussy grabbing was locker room talk.

If you want me to do my own parody of his pussy grabbing comment I will.

But even as Ivan did that, well he's got that surprise waiting for him. Ivan has done irreversible damage to the country with this just as Russian hackers did. Detainees lost their lives in those cages as a result of Dump's election. So you can't say he doesn't deserve it. Do you think that Grizz's revenge went above the crime Ivan did to him or is it perfect?

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As for Raymond's description of his beats and the conversation about who listens to what kind of beats that's a conversation I had with a friend who makes beats. I kind of put what he told me into Ray's statement.

As for Gina and Cherry do you think Cherry is also pregnant or was she on the pill like Mai? And does it seem like she's caught feelings well she has Gina has too to a degree but not as much and while that was a weird circumstance to catch them in it's happened in crazier circumstances. Baby Face may not be appearing for a while in my story maybe not at all but Zilla did ask if he could use him so this is hinting at that.

Can Mai and her gang or the Families under H Bomb get to Eddie before the police does? He's already validated so while some prisoners that are in prison gangs rarely if ever get out it does happen sometimes but if he goes back he'd never get out. The reason he got out is he did his full bid the last time he was inside not like parole and not the California 85% law either. Cops were watching him but he managed to shake tails and do things under their noses in the time he's been out.

Also that discrepancy with Sly being alive or dead I had forgotten I had a Families member kill him some chapters ago but that wouldn't make sense if he fought Lee so I decided to just pull a switch. Sorry guys but hey GTA had you kill a guy and you thought he was dead but then he survived and you gotta take his ambulance out.

Plus Shep despite his flaws gave Paul good advice. Do you think he handled the suicide attempt right? Paul genuinly did believe that while not Aila herself as she was alive would want him dead, even though right before she blew up she wanted him to survive, some twisted part of his mind thinks that her spirit would want him to join her the logic being if she can't believe why should he? But honestly can you see Aila wanting that or is that all in his head?And was Dawn right or wrong to tell him? Let me know what you think.

Also the thing with Mark telling Sugar the way I wrote that scene did you at first think he was gonna kill her or try to? It was intentionally misleading but the gun was only for in case Ivan was there and tried to stop him from saying what he was there to say. And G Bone's point still stands that while Ivan did threaten his son he didn't actualy harm him, he told Sugar what Ivan did with Natasha and that is like revenge that's worse than the crime then again, maybe not depending on how you look at as far as if it was that fucked up he forced Mark to stage an assasination attempt. Really G Bone is the one that killed an innocent though.

With Ivan and Sugar listening to the song Must Have Been Love they somewhat bridge the culture gap in that she liked the song but the date of the song really does show the age gap between them which wasn't that much of an issue until this point, Plus you could interpret the song';s lyrics it must have been love but it's over now it was all I wanted now I'm living without you could see that as representative of the two of them.

Also we reveal G Bone is the Baller from the first chapter to shoot Paul. I'll admit as of yet, G Bone, much like the actor he's based on is pretty bland but this just made him a lot more interesting.

All right guys sorry for the wait hopefully next chapter will be sooner.