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.

78. An Eye For An Eye

Ivan

Cold War

He and Grizz were just pulling up. Abraham was there too. As was his father. He also noticed the Armenian gangsters were present. Ivan asked Mr Markovich. "What is the plan? What are we doing here?"

"We're going after Kenny Petrovic. It seems he and my traitorous son are meeting up at a warehouse in the Port of Los Santos to conspire against me. I did not want to believe it. I knew my son hated me but I did not think he would go this far..."

"How did you find this out?" Asked Ivan.

"Evgeny..." Natasha stated. "He is a double agent for us. We may end up killing him later for his treachery but he did sell my brother out for half a million dollars. It is not as though we can't get it back."

"I don't know about this..." Grizz stated. "I'm not really down with somebody killing their son. Or vice versa..."

Ivan warned him, "If you want a chance to take your own children and leave the city you will do what you are told."

Markovich nodded. "Yes. I am well aware of the paperwork you have, Grizz. It's interesting. But I am lucky that there is nothing you could possibly turn states evidence on me for without going back to prison or getting the needle yourself."

"Yeah? And how do I know you won't try and kill me later? I aint afraid to die but my son and daughter my baby mama deserve a chance at getting out of this city. Or just at least having a life."

"It may seem like the best thing for me would be to have you killed, yes..." Admitted the Bravta patriarch. "Certainly your friends in Covenant Avenue might even pay me for me to deliver you. But I do not believe it is my business. It is true that when this is done you will have to leave the city. I will make sure Ivan does not harm you but if you do stay in Los Santos I will have you killed. Or bring you to your friends in the ghetto. But right now, you dead would make things worse for me. The police could take your DNA test and there are a lot of unsolved murders in this city. If they put two and two together it may lead back to me. And this may not be advisable to admit but I am the boss. I know no information I could ever give would ever save me from prosecution...,maybe even death row but in the event you ever did try and be clever and testify against me I would simply confess to the crimes and give information up on yours. You do not know all the details of what i am up to what this family is up to when you are not around me me? I know what you have done with Ballas. The governor would not be able to save you from death row."

"Aight fine. I get it. I won't fuck you over you don't fuck me over. And you make sure Mark keeps up his end of the bargain, we good!"

Ivan eyed the Ethiopian father and son. "What about them? I expected my old comrade would be here but why is his son with us?"

"Right now it's better for us if he's closer to me. We got my wife and daughter to stay out of town for a few days. Until this issue is resolved. The best way to keep them away from this is to have us deal with it. As men! And when it is over Abraham will return to his studies and I will continue to help you find your father."

Markovich smirked at the young Ethiopian American. "Like father like son, yes?"

"Hey I don't know about all this, man. I'm already in deep enough. I don't want this coming back on my girl or my family, all right? This kind of thing is against my religion."

Markovich chuckled. "You are a Muslim. Killing is not against Islam unless it is another Muslim there is no consensus for you killing a non believer being wrong. Me, Ivan and Vasily have dealt with men of your faith. We fought them in Afghanistan..."

"An imperialist war..." Snarled Abraham. "When the Soviets did it and when the US did! And despite people thinking Ethiopians and Somalis all hate each other I feel for my brothers over there that were invaded by the US."

Vasily shook his head at that. "Why? Even though we hate America, you cannot honestly believe that the Somali warlords were the good guys over there. They were stopping people from getting food. I think the American pigs may have been right on this one."

Abraham sighed. "As much as I'd rather live in America than Ethiopia and my life is here...I have been listening to what my pops has been saying to a point. And it's true. Africa will never grow and be self reliant if we have to keep relying on foreign aid. I still want to live in Los Santos. In a way...I'm kinda like you, black man!" He said looking at Grizz who chuckled. "African roots but mine are more recent but my girlfriend is here and I don't know how Sakura would do in Ethiopia. She'd always be seen as an outsider just like I would in Japan. This country is the only middle ground me and her have. I want to visit and help it but this is my home. That don't mean I want to see the continent ravaged by the west."

"Have you watched the news, son? These days China is going to try and colonize us."

"Yeah...your fellow communist brothers..." Abe said. "I know nationalism and communism aint rreally supposed to go hand in hand but they do but at some point old school Marxists like you are gonna have to choose. Do you care more about being an Ethiopian or a Communist? Cause I'm not even born and raised over there like that and even I see it for what it is. And Russia wouldn't do any better with us. No offense..." He said looking at the Russian mobsters.

Ivan shrugged. "I understand. At the end of the day most people put their country first and even if we had a more communist system the reality is, Russia is a big country a big super power and it needs the resources of other countries to maintain it. As we speak we still keep trying to take back former Soviet territory."

"Enough talk of politics. We must go deal with this..." Natasha stated.

"As for us you can count on us, old friend..." Tavit stated. "Your son is a foolish child. I know you have raised him as best as you could but only Natasha chose to be loyal. My own sons understand if they betrayed me I would cut off their hands. It is tough love..." The Armenian Pride leader said with a smirk.

"Good. Then let us go at once..."

Ivan, Vasily, Natasha and Markovich were riding in a Cognesetti, a gray one. Mark would be riding with Abe and his father. The Armenian gangsters would be riding together and more of Markovich's goons would also be arriving at the port.

As Ivan drove he asked, "Are you sure you are up for this, Mr Markovich?"

"Yes. He may be my son but he is a traitor. It may be that you are a new father and you cannot conceive betrayal of this level. I understand. Your own father was a good man to you and you tried to be a loyal son and the Imperialist Americans separated you and murdered your mother. But my son even if I was harsh with him was givfen a better life here in this country than most. Do you think the average Russian or even American for that matter would judge a young man as harshly for still living at home when his home is a house such as this in Vinewood Hills? The women he has brought home? The hotels he could afford because of me if he was not wanting to bring a woman home? A woman's standards are relative, Ivan. Relative to wealth. They might not date a young man living at a regular house with both parents. And especially not just his mother even if he takes care of her but they would not judge a young man who sdtill lives at home with his father as much. Why I do not know. But in a house like this? They would look aside their own standards. They know if a soncomes from blood this rich he can easily move out."

"I don't know that it always depends on wealth..." Stated Vasily. "It is true that more kids today live at home and it is not as often judged if you are early 20's. But when you are thirty or older this is still shamelful. I know that it is because in this country the baby boomers have failed the current generation. The housing market was cheaper when you and me were young."

"Wouldn't I be considered a baby boomer?" Asked Ivan.

"No. You missed the cutoff by a few years you are still generation X. I am a boomer but only the last couple years of it. And Mtr Markovich is a baby boomer."

"What do I care for these American terms for how they named years? This does not apply to Russia..." Chuckled the father.

"It applies to anybody we're all beholden to it..." Stated Natasha.

"No..." Stated Mr Markovich. "To be a baby boomer is to be American. The same with other eras like the silent generation. All these things are culturally relative. In the United States Baby Boomers were called this because more births happened in this time than the previous generation. Maybe you argue semantics and say that a millenial is regardless of culture because we all go by the Roman calendar. This is fine but I am not a boomer and neither are you. Even generation x could possibly be outside of cultural limitations as it refers to years and not times but in Russia this is not the case."

They were going to be arriving by helicopter. They were driving to Mackenzie Airfield since Ivan was still on good terms with Trevor Phillips, he was allowed to use his airfield. Ivan also knew that Mai was also on good terms with him even though Neto wasn't.

"Do you really think you should be going with us?" Asked Ivan. "You are the head of the family. If there are police there you could get arrested and you would get life. No question about it. The organization would be crippled. No...it would be dead. Because you and your daughter will be there. And your son. If things go south your entire family will be gone."

Markovich grunted. "I can still have a grandchild through you and Natasha. He would end up in foster care but he would still be a descendant. You and her will try again you will put baby in her womb. It has been enough time since miscarriage."

"I am RIGHT HERE..." Natasha growled.

"Do you really think that matters if you are not there to teach him his legacy? And that I wouldn't be either?"

"Any other case you would be correct, Ivan Azarov but in this case, shut the fuck up. I am going to deal with my mortal enemy and my traitor of a son. If I was to lose my entire empire over this it would be worth it. What is an empire without family? What is an empire without destroying your enemy?"

Mr Markovich had an SR-3 Vikhr. Natasha was using an RK 95 TP. For a backup.

"Natasha, you will stay in helicopter..." The crime boss stated.

"Nyet. Because i am woman? No. i will not."

"This is not a discussion. It is because you are soul surviving Markovich."

"We could use a Sniper..." Vasily suggested. "You could cover us from the air."

"Yes and what if Petrovic's men have rocket launcher?"

"We will be cutting them down first. They would be insane to bring it through customs. Even if they have paid off port authorities to let drugs in they would never allow that kind of ordinance through."

"Never say never..." She stated.

"As for Ivan he is coming with me to possibly certain death but that is his role as a soldier. I am his commanding officer at the end of the day. After today, I will go home to Russia most likely. I have a mission back there. In any case I will be leaving you in control of the organization so do not think I would put you in backseat."

He also sighed. "When we are coming in I will text Evgeny. It somewhat kills element of surprise but not by much. I will let him know that my daughter is aboard that helicopter. Grisha will not have any of his men try and kill Natasha even if he does want to kill me. If anything he will try and keep his men inside. And they and the Petrovics will try and pick us all off."

"That's fine."

Eclipse Boulevard

3:30 PM

The head family of the Armenian Pride gang were geared up for war. Though in total their gang had significantly less people in all of Los Santos, a fact that Tavit lamented, they were still a force to be reckoned with. Rather than view it as the way most gangsters in Los Santos did to say that they got picked on by the Vago neighborhoods like the West Side Cerco Blanco clique or Marabunta, instead, they viewed the fact that they were still around since the 80's a a source of strength.

Tavit had a K-3 Assault Rifle and a 45 round magazine. Mardak had a VAHAN with theh same capacity. Israel had an Ao-35. Daniel had an M21 Assault Rifle. Mardak also had an M3.

"Ha՛yr, mi՞t'e menk' annkat rrisk ch'enk' anum mer kyank'y: Rrusneri՞ hamar: Inch'vo՞w petk' e hog tank', yet'e nstenk' nrants' seghanin: Aveli lav ch'e՞ menk' unenk' mer seghany: Bavakanin vat e, vor menk' patverner yenk' katarum mek'sikats'inerits': Brravtayin yerkrord ktsik khaghaly nuynpes shat ban e pahanjum:"

(Father, are we not risking our lives unnecessarily? For the Russians? Why should we care if we have a seat at their table? Isn't it better we have our own table? It is bad enough we take orders from the Mexicans. To also play second fiddle to the Bravta is too much to take!)

Tavit shot back at his oldest son. "Menk' mets t'ver ch'unenk', vorpeszi verts'nenk' «Bravtan» kam «La Oandan» ink'nuruyn, duk' himar: Menk' anum yenk' ayn, inch' karogh yenk': Kapir mer zhamanaky: Yet'e vatt'aranaly vatt'aranal, Markovich'y giti, vor yes unak yem ir yntanik'i hamar aveli vat gortser unenal, k'an imn e: Karogh yenk' t'ver ch'unenal, bayts' yerb gortsadul anenk', aveli uzhegh yev ardyunavet yenk' gortsadul anum, k'an ts'ankats'ats latinakan kam rrus ambokh:"

(We do not have the large numbers to take on the Bravta or La Onda on our own, you fool. We do what we can. Bide our time. If worst comes to worst, Markovich knows I am capable of doing far worse to his family than he is to mine. We may not have the numbers but when we do strike, we strike harder and more effeciently than any Latino or Russian mob!)

"Hey, I'm fine with us being cool with the South Siders. As AP that's us too it's all love in the joint..." Daniel stated. "I'm cool with Vagos. Just can't stand Aztecas or Marabunta."

"I feel it..." Stated Israel. "And I aint even about the gang banging bullshit. I'm all about the hustle so I'll fuck with anybody that's real/. Families, Ballas, Vagos, that's all good I'm above the beef I let you and Mardak do that shit."

"You're not gonna be the treasurer, fool..." Daniel stated."

"What and you think you are?"

"Nah but I aint the one with my eye on it, dog!" Shot back the second oldest. "I'm good with making paper on the streets too. But I aint doing no business with Ballas or Families they're my enemy. I'll still deal with individual humies from the hoods independent dudes trying to hustle but I aint woirking with green or purple. That' like working with Mierda Bunta, homie!"

"We shouldn't be worried about the prison politics ofVagos or involve ourseles in any of that shit on the streets. We should be trying to build our own strength. That is what matters. We shouldn't need La Onda and we shouldn't need the the cars we have to join in the prisons. Wood, Southsider or possibly others..." He then added, "The Families are not our enemies. Only Ballas."

"They're both my enemy motherfucker cause they went against our car in the pen. I may hate Ball Sacks more but Trannies are chavalas too!"

"You are both confused idiots trying to be something you are not..." Mardak stated.

"Hey sorry we can't be some immikgrant sounding mothafucka like you..." Israel sneered. Tavit back handed his son. "I am an immigrant. And Mardak remembers the old country more. Daniel, you show more promise than Israel as far as business even though Israel's sentiments are right. We should be more concenerd about our own money and not get into more street wars. As Armenians in America there are not even half a million of us yet and teh majotrity of us do not commit crime. Which is good if you are legitimate businessman. Bad if you are in our shoes. Mardak is right in that we should and we must buiold our own strength and numbers./"

The truth was that Tavit had never been in prison in teh US while his sons had. Mardak had rolled with the Others car in prison. Daniel had ridden with the Southsiders and Israel had despite wanting to roll with the black car, had gone to the prison known as Desierto del Norte a prison that the whites had the most power at as far as San Andreas went. He didn't relate to the cholo culture as much as his brother and they weren't imprisoned in the same prison as it was all though Mardak had encouraged him to roll with the Others to be a man and stand out from the crowd. Some AP members had looked at Mardak as a punk for riding under the Others but he was fearless on the streets and dedicated to their gang and any who said that to his face did so at their own risk.

Daniel had encouraged Israel to roll with the southsiders like him but he had been pressed by the wood pile and not only that, every Vago was from a barrio that he didn't get along with. That they didn't get along with and Israel could not put that aside. He was more able to put his pride aside and roll with the whites as he was ethnically European too despite the confusion of an Armenian gang running with cholos in prison. At least in his mind, other white guys mostly would just be about protection and they wouldn't be from a street gang that he didn't like.

In regards to prison Israel also had been seen as a ranker for rolling with the woods even though they were allies with the Vagos in most cases with few exceptions such as skirmishes here and there, he was still the most respected as a gang member of the three even if Daniel was viewed as the only one of the three who "Did his time right" and Israel was likewise seen as putting his race first over his gang despite his use of street slang. He was simply trying to survive. His prison stay was not seen as bad as Mardak's either but as the youngest and least intelligent of the three as far as standing on the streets and responsibility went, he was lower than Mardak.

Their father viewed it diffently. He believed it would be best to stay out of prison and not be under anybody. He knew that their gang did pay taxes to Onda which he grudgiingly accepted but his sons could all smell that he wanted to find a way to tell them to go fuck themselves. Though most Russian mobsters in America were deported or went to federal and not state prison, he knew that street level guys did sometimes make mistakes and get pinched. It was almost as though he wanted to have the Russians be they Russian ore Russian American be in a single unified car either their own car or all be with Others not have some be Others and some be wioth the white cars.

It would seem he wanted to try and use the Bravta's influence to be able to go against Onda. Mardak believed that if AP and the Bravta joined up against Onda and its thousands of street soldiers, they could win at least enough to be a force of their own and not have to pay street taxes and instead be closer to the Bravta instead of serving two masters. At least, Tavit saw it, they were neighbors and had more in common than they did with the cholos.

Though it was Tavit's idea and Mardak loved it and wanted to impliment it, Tavit was not sure himself that they could win against Onda even with the Bravta on their side but he saw that as their best bet eventually and he saw that as a bigger likelihood than getting any of the gangs under the Vanguard to go to war with the Mexicans.

They would be going by water they would be stopping by Vespucci Beach and take the boats to the Port of LS. "We will take these idiots for everything they have! I want any assetts Grisha's men have. We are being used to go after them we should be entitled to the spoils!"

"There will be plenty of time for that, my son...I have the feeling that even Markovich Sr. himself will be on his way out."

"You aren't planning on making that happen sooner, are you?" Asked Israel. Tavit did not respond to the question.

Other than the men on the streets who were under Eddie Vinke, no other woods wanted to fight an all out war against the Vagos, Aztecas and Marabunta.

"I'm just saying maybe we could have more of a business relationship with the Families?" Israel stated. "We aint funking with them..."

"Iz..." Stated Daniel. "It aint like we need them. I mean come on you still deal with and to the same people on the streets that I do you just roll differently."

"That's like you asking me why try and get more customers when you slinging rocks, bruh. Don't get me twisted though I know when it's more peeps buying from you you got more that could get to snitching on you but I got a good head on snitches and who is and who aint."

Vinewood Boulevard

3:36 PM

Meanwhile as Grizz rode with Kuma and Abraham, he was having a discussion of his own. "What's it like over there? In Africa?" He asked.

"It's not easy..." Kuma replied. "But we are simple people over there trying to get by. I would be lying if I said it was glamorous but it is nowhere near as bad as it is shown in Vinewood..."

"That kinda sounds like the hood..." Grizz said. "When it's bad days yeah it feels like the end of the world but when it's good days it's just like anywhere else."

"To be honest i am surprised an African American would be interested. Usually I am afraid most are not. Look even at my son! He is only one generation from me and even he does not want to live there!"

"Look, in my hood a lot of brothers do try and reach out to Africans we wanna know how it is in the homeland but a lot of them shun us. Look down on us. Like that movie Sugar Hill..."

"That movie is an inaccurate portrayal of Nigerians. I have many Yoruba compatriots in the struggle..." Kuma stated. "Akata does not mean cotton picker it means wild cat. An African American, like a wild cat is away from home. It is not a real insult but of course context can change anything. And to be honest with you a lot of African Americans they call me spear chucker it is not a one sided thing."

"Well I can't speak for others in the hood I can only speak for me and what I experienced..." Grizz stated. "Same as you. I gotta keep it a hundred though I have asked people to teach me anything about it I aint saying everybody was polite but it's just different. When they came here in the 60's during segregation they got better treatment than brothers out here."

"That may be true but do not make light of our own struggle against white supremacy and colonization. We have been colonized twice in our continental history. By the Europeans and by the Arabs. Much like black Americans have much English blood in them I am afraid we Ethiopians carry much Middle Eastern blood. And it wasn't all voluntary. We were dealing with our own independence movies in our own countries. I am sure that if an African American went to South Africa during Apartheid if that was even possible they may not get treated well but they would not be treated as badly as Zulu citizens or Xhosa."

"I mean I'm like the middle ground between ya;ll..." Abe said. "I've seen Africans from the motherland look down on the Diaspora as thugs. And I've seen black folks here look at us as backwards tribals."

"Yeah well I'll tell you this. During all my time I saw a lot of black faces in the pen. Most from LS. Some from Latin America..I'd heard it's a lot of Haitians and Jamaicans locked up in east coast pens. I didn't see one African up in there though..." Grizz stated.

"Yes, it's true that a lot us come here and are more educated and get the better jobs and maybe this is unfair. But we are just a fraction of our country and most of our country does not have western educations. Kinda like you know how somebody from Davis, Rancho or Strawberry makes it outta the hood and goes to college at my school? They hood looks at them like they can come back one day and help out. That's how immigrants are seen who go to America or England."

"Yeah well I can tell you right now as somebody gfrom the hood somebody makes it outta there they aint comimng back that's another difference between us and ya'll."

"Look I may not want to live there but I still think you should visit someday Insha Allah..." Abe stated. "I mean you gotta know where you come from."

"What about the rest of my DNA, little homie?" Asked Grizz. "I took a DNA test and I got 75% African but I also got 20% white and 4% Native American. And 1% Middle Eastern."

"If you're asking if that 4% Native DNA makes you Native to the Americas you know the answer to that already but you don't gotta be Native to live here. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't wonder about the majority of your ancestry. If you think about it black culture in America is just a watered down version of lost African culture. I aint hating cause I got a lot of homies from the diaspora but it goes like this. Brothas from here are probably the most removed from Africa culturally and that;s even more true the farther from the east coast they get. Then you got Jamaicans and Haitians and black Latinos to a point they got some knowledge but they don't know everything but they vibe with us continentals heavy. You don't see us calling them descendants of slaves even though they are too or them calling us African booty scratchers. That's ya'll."

"Jamaica and Haiti...they're different that's all I can say to that. But look Ethiopia never even got colonized by the white man so can you really even speak on it?"

"Colonized?" Kuma began. "No but we were annexed by Italy under Mussolini. My father fought against them. So did my grandfather. It was a hard and bloody battle and we lost the war until Italy was defeated in the campaign in 1941. And that was with British help but the truth is there were many Kenyan soldiers in the King's African Rifles that made this happen. There were many patriots who never left unlike Hailie Sellasie. If you think we have no problems with Jamaicans that is not entirely true. They venerate a dictator as God in the Rastafarian religion."

Abe agreed with that. "Yeah you can't tell those Rastafarians nothing though about that! They think being a dreadhead is somehow closer to God. They don't even know that dreadlocks aint something that originated in Africa. If you look at old pictures on the turn of the century in Jamaica you'll see it was East Indian immigrants that brought that shit there. Black hair doesn't do that naturally."

"You're a Muslim, right?" Asked Grizz eyeing Abe.

"Yeah...why do you ask?'

"You know in the joint I stayed being Christian like I was most of my life but we got to a point where I tried to do some prayers and learn from the Muslim brothers. I don't understand how any of us...in Africa or abroad can be Muslim anymore than Christian. That's a slave religion right there too!"

"You know...my pops here likes to point that out to me how Muslims have had African slaves and forced many to convert in brutal ways and it's a valid point. But Muhammad, peace be upon him, also did the same thing to fellow Arabs! History is filled with brutality and even the best of historical leaders have participated in it. I feel for my brothers and sisters in the Sudan being terrorized by the Janjaweed but there's also black Janjaweed too they aint all just foreign looking Arabs and there are a lot of Muslims who condemn them. Any true Muslim would! But we also have to remember there have been Arabs, hell Indonesians that were also enslaved under Arab conquest. What I'm saying is as a Muslim they're my brothers too and for me to put my own people's pain above theirs would be selfish."

"Well look I do wanna know more about my roots but don't get it twisted we do got a culture here in America, man. We l;ost ur heritage but the thing is we do the best with what we got when it gets taken away. It's like how I mentioned the Indian side of me I never practiced that either but I know a lot of them live in poverty too on a reservation and that's them getting fucked up by the system. Cambodians in Cypress Flats same thing they came to America to escape persecution but then they get here it aint paradise. America still looks at them as outsiders. We've made great music from that oppression, actors, everything! Billie Holiday to Jimi Hendrix to 2pac."

"Yeah well what about Owasu when he was president? He's socially African American and even though a lot of brothers don't see him that way cause he aint a slavery descendant, a lot of people voted for him. I'm both African and American but I'm first generation so I feel like I could relate to that."

"That's all well and good lil homie but you got the right to vote. I don't. That's the thing. I may have informed on people and did my time and now my own homies want me dead but what does society or the justice system do help me? I paid my debt to society but you'd think they could at least make an exception and let me vote get a change of ID..." He sighed and he wasn'tr sure he could trust Kuma but he had a gut instinct that he could confide in the moment it felt right.

He sighed. "Look, I know you and Ivan go way back so I won't expect you to side with me if it came down to me and him;. You already know what it is whether he told you or not you ex KGB too right? So you gotta know."

"Yes, I know about you trying to leave the city. And I know about your deal. The truth is...I kept surveillance on Ivan. For his own safety. After all, me, him and Vasily we are comrades in the struggle. I am not sure we are all still Marxists to the letter anymore. Maybe that way need to die. But so does capitalism. I also understand that you are a father. For this reason I will not allow Ivan to do anything to you."

"I appreciate that but I got a feeling he's up to something..."

"He's always up to something but that something doesn't always have to mean anything bad for you. You did fuck up badly by helping hi girlfriend leave the city and I will admit that the way KGB agents are desensitized to sex may have him thinking that it means nothing. But it does mean something and he must learn that his own actions have consequences. He used your son as a weapon against you and he was screwing a Russian whore behind her back."

"Is that how you see it? I mean you got KGB training. Did you see it that way? Sex?"

"There was never required of me. Somebody like me even in the 80's as opposed to the 60's could be a spy among my own countrymen and report on anybody I thought might be getting too friendly with our enemies but in a western country like the United States I would not be as good of an asset as an actual Russian who could master an American accent like your father could. Still, I fought. For my countrymen and for the international community."

"Is that the only reason? Did you get any shit cause of women? I mean..no offense too but when it comes to sistas in America or just women in general that like brothers an African is gonna get a lot less play than an African American./ I mean a lot of us pride ourselves on being better at game than white boys and Asians but we forget it's more cultural than racial cause Africans are purer than us and they have a harder time cause they're seen more as the domesticated cats that the club hopper."

"That is true. Any women I have ever been with besides my wife before my wife were other intellectuals. Not women at the clubs. So no they may not have been as frequent but they were of higher value...and in my country pre marital sex is not as positive a thing as here even if you are not religious. We have a higher HIV rate than most countries but this was how we felt about it even before this..."

"You got a point there..." Stated Grizz admitting it with a sigh. "I had plenty of women in my day I started early lost my virginity at fifteen and it was fun but weren't none of them worth it. They weren't like my baby mama. Or Sugar. Ivan's a fool cheating on her."

"I'm glad I aint gotta worry about all that..." Abe stated. "I mean if you're gonna say one way is the American way or the African way then I guess I am more Ethiopian that way you feel me? It might not be with an Ethiopian girl but it's style of it."

"Boy, what the fuck are you talking about?" Grizz snorted. "Africans have had polygamy like a motherfucker in the past!"

"Yeah some tribes do some tribes don't it's up to individual choice..." Abe stated.

Kuma chuckled. "I would be more okay with you having a Japanese girlfriend if you got an Ethiopian one to go with...you are a Muslim too. You're allowed to have four wives."

Grizz chuckled. "Shiiiiiiiit! I missed out on that when I was studying with the Mulims in the pen!" The three had a good laugh about that.

"Yes but the difference between us doing it and you is we marry the women and take care of the children..." Kuma shot back as a comeback for the remarks about continental African men not having much game.

"Goddamn...shots fired, nigga..."

"Hey that's another thing how do you feel about Africans saying that word?" Abe started to ask but Kuma stated, "That will have to wait. We are here..." They began to put on black masks as they pulled up. He had a .357 Desert Eagle and an AK-74 and Abe had an MP5. Grizz had an M4A1.

Port of Los Santos

6:10 PM

The chopper had flown above the building and Ivan and the others rappelled down. Grizz would be coming by car and as they rappelled down the side of the warehouse, Ivan made a hand signal at Natasha in the chopper. They spotted the Armenians in the boat getting out. They made their way to the entrance to the warehouse. There were several guards around the perimeter. The Armenians eradicated the Petrovic guards with rounds from their suppressed weapons.

Inside, Grisha and Petrovic stood face to face. "Tak bludnyy syn vozvrashchayetsya! Kazalos' by, vy nashli kogo-to, kogo nenavidite bol'she menya."

(So the prodigal son returns! It would seem you found somebody you hate more than me.)

Grisha chuckled. "Vy oba strelyali v menya, no, po krayney mere, kogda vy sdelali, u menya byl zhilet. Moy otets vystrelil mne v nogu, chtoby prepodat' mne urok. Etot urok ya usvoil. Chtoby upravlyat' nashey sem'yey, vy dolzhny byt' boleye gotovy delat' to, chto neobkhodimo, chem kto-libo drugoy. No moy otets star. On na vykhode."

(You both have shot me but at least when you did I had a vest on. My father shot me in the leg to teach me a lesson. That lesson I learned. In order to run our family you have to be more willing to do what is necessary than anybody else. But my father is old. He is on his way out.)

"Eto dolzhno byt' trudno poluchit' pomoshch'. Vidya, kak u vas yest' pomoshch' izvne ..."

(It must be a hard time getting help. Seeing as you have outside help...)

Grisha looked at the fact that he was referring to the fact that while his men were behind him, there was also Carson Avenue gang members as well as Marabunta Grande members. Grisha nodded. "YA mogu byt' nizhe muzhchin, chem moy otets, no u menya mnogo deneg, chtoby kupit' pomoshch'. YA prosto obespechil vragov moyego ottsa. Kakaya by banda ne byla vragom yego druzey, moi druz'ya. No eto skoro izmenitsya. Eto ne znachit, chto vy nikogda ne ispol'zovali pomoshch' izvne."

(I may be shorter on men than my father but I have plenty of money to buy help. I simply secured my father's enemies. Whatever gang is the enemy of his friends are my friends. But this will soon change. It is not like you have never used outside help yourself.)

Kenny did not notice that Evgeny had gotten a text which saw the Russian national staring down at his phone. He stepped up and whispered in Grisha's ear.

"Is there a problem?" Asked Kenny.

"It seems we need to make a move on my father. Sooner rather than later. You did try and go after his house before...I can tell you that his neighborhood has more of his gang members living around there. He has enough rooms in his home for multiple bodyguards. Plus his guest house. And a few are even his wouldn't seem like it but they are the lookouts. We need to be careful getting in there. The neighborhood watch in that particular neighborhood is really my father's crew."

"Then you should make it seem as though you want to kiss the ring..." Stated Kenneth.

"You should know something Kenneth...my father and his people are outside. They have an attack helicopter just outside."

"How do you know?!" Demanded Petrovic. His men looked uneasy as well. "Because one of my men recieved a text. He is working as a double agent. But really he is working for me. He texted me a warning about that helicopter that I would know."

"So he is just here to kill me and not you?! I do not understand..." His men were getting tense.

"Oh he is here to kill me. And you. But I was the one who leaked our location to him. I knew he would come here and I would be able to kill him..." This came as a shock to Markovich as he and Ivan were aiming through the window rafters on top. "That little shit..." He cursed.

"But you ask to team up with me to get rid of him and then you bring him here without my knowledge?!"

"I wanted you both in the same place..." Grisha insisted and with a flash of black speed he aimed a silenced 9mm and fired five shots into Petrovic's chest. He aimed at the aging Russian mob bosses face as he fell. "Ty idiot, yesli dumayesh', chto ya kogda-nibud' vstuplyu v soyuz s Kzarskim musorom..."

(You're an idiot if you think I would ever ally with Kzar trash.)

Kuma Abe and Grizz had set up charges at the door and blew it open and the chaos unfolded.

Grisha fired a shot at Petrovic's face and he heard the mob boss cry out as he hit him but he had no time to see how bad he hit him as his arm was grabbed by one of his bodyguards. Meanwhile, the Marabunta Grande and Carson Avenue Families began to shoot it out and Grizz, Kuma and Abe came in guns blazing. They flanked Grisha's forces and three MB members, two Carson members and one of Grisha's men fell all of them hit in the back.

The gunfire cracked at each other and Big Evil from Marabunta unloaded his AK-74 striking down one of Kenny Petrovic's men as did Flaca firing a similar weapon and she struck down two of them.

Grisha struggled with the bodyguard but he kicked the man in the face and fired a shot to the forehead as he staggered back.

"Fuck you..." He snarled.

Ivan fired down striking a Petrovic soldier in the chest and the man fell as the rounds got through the body armor.

Israel and Daniel came in spraying. Grizz fired a burst striking three Carson Avenue members. He was not, it seemed, aware that they were Carson Avenue members. The Carson gangsters returned fire and Ivan spotted Scratch and Cue Ball the first of which had an AA-12, the second of which had a G36. More of Markovich Sr.'s men were coming in and they were hit by the two Families OG's.

Evgeny had an AK-12 and he managed to drop three of Markovich's soldiers. A Carson Avenue gangster with a white and black varsity jacket with dreadlocks and dark skin standing six feet tall with a pointed chin and dark brown eyes fired at Ivan and he almost hit the middle aged gangster and he in fact did hit him with the next six. He did not have time to fire any more than this when a hole opened up in his throat as the chopper flew by and Natasha fired at him. She also managed to drop a Salvadoran woman with a shot to the center of the woman's shoulders.

Grisha now had an AK-47 and he fired striking three Markovich soldiers in a row the first taking five 7.62 rounds in the chest, the second hitting the man in the chin blowing out the bone under the flesh. The last man was hit in the left side of the forehead and his brains exploded like a water balloon and he fell, his soul leaving his body.

He also managed to hit three AP members who had arrived with Tavit. Tavit fired laying down five of Grisha's men plus he killed two more Marabunta members before reloading. Israel struck a Carson Avenue member down and Grizz did the same but he spotted one of them. "No..." He spotted his son in the thick of the action and he almost took three rounds from an Uzi as a Marabunta member, a female drew down at him. Abe fired and lit the woman up hitting her in both legs.

"Nigga, come on!" He yelled pulling him to cover behind some crates. Kuma fired hitting a male member with tattoos all over his face a man with light brown skin and the letter 1 on his left cheek and 3 on the right. The man fell as three rounds hit him in the Adams apple.

Kuma covered his son who was firing blindly from cover. "I can't shoot that way..my son..." Stated Grizz. "You serious with this shit?!" Demanded the Ethiopian American.

"Do I look like I'm playing?!"

"Fine!" Kuma stated. "We will kill all the men around his son but not his son! He is the one in the jersey right?" Grizz nodded.

"Just shoot the Russians and the Ese's then, man!" Stated Abe.

"I got it..." Grizz reloaded swallowing. Meanwhile, Markovich Sr. fired after his son yelling, "GRISHA!"

They got close to each other. They had each other in each other's sights. Neither one pulled the trigger. "So when it all is said and done, father you can't kill me!" Yelled Grisha. "I do not see you pulling the trigger..." Grisha sneered. "We'll have to change that..." As his finger went to pull it, the weapon flew from his arms. Natasha had fired saving her father's life. She also did the same thing to her father's weapon. Grisha ran. Markovich spoke to her on the headset. "You idiot! Why would you let him go?!"

"This has gone on long enough! I was along for the ride to kill Petrovic but I will not help him kill you or you kill him! I told you what you wanted to hear!"

Grisha retreated and he took the MP5 from a dead soldier and still had his 9mm and he used both firing at and disposing of the Armenians guarding the boats that Tavit and his family had arrived in. Evgeny followed and the two were in boats not long after that. Ivan was trying to get to where he had seen Petrovic fall but he saw three stocky Russians grab the body. "We will not leave him here!" He checked the spot he had fallen from. There was blood to be sure but no brain or skull matter. Ivan went to pursue the men who had Petrovic but five Marabunta members fired at him forcing him to cover.

Natasha took out one member with a shot to the right temple. Ivan fired his Rifle and struck a second one down with rounds to the chest and right arm. The remaining three were flanked by Mardak and Tavit. The backs of their skulls were obliterated as the two Armenians charged in blasting away at their brain stems. "That..." Stated Tavit. "Is how you make a Salvadoran slightly more intelligent."

He spotted his dead men at the docks. There were two boats left. "I do not care what Markovich said! Grisha has killed my men and we will be the one to kill him!"

They sped after him. Natasha might have tried to shoot the Armenians to prevent it but Grisha was just a blip in the distance. The AP members could see him but they couldn't get to him that quick.

Grizz saw an opening. He tackled his son punching him in the face and his son was surprised to see him there. "What the fu..." His father punched him again knocking him out. "Ya'll can do what you want. I'm getting my son out of here!"

"Hey they got Squabs, homie! Light that motherfucker up!" Yelled Scratch and the Carson members fired after him but were trying to not hit him so they tried to get in closer. Kuma backed him up firing his .357 and he struck a Carson member dead in the chest and it went through his vest killing him instantly. Kuma and Abe covered Grizz. Ivan followed him outside. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He demanded and he fired at the Carson gangsters as well and he managed to hit one of them in the right eye, a man with cornrow and light skin wearing a dark blue t shirt and baggy jeans.

"I'm taking care of my family , all right?!" Grizz shouted in a panicked voice. "You motherfuckers, man...you Bravta motherfuckers got him mixed up in this shit?!" He tied his son up in the trunk. "Your son had a choice! He chose the streets! You weren't exactly father of the year!"

"I WANTED TO BE!" Grizz roared living up to his nickname. "I WAS IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN PEN!"

"Eh I know that voice from anywhere, cuz! That's that nigga Grizz with his snitching ass!" Scratch and Cue Ball fired, Scratch with an Uzi and Cue Ball with a Mac-10. They ducked down but Grizz was panicked the bullets would strike his son. Luckily, Abe and Kuma were on it and they kept the enemies back. Abe managed to hit Cue Ball in the right arm and shoulder. The older Families OG cried out and his brother stopped firing out of concern catching his brother.

"Eh nigga! You motherfuckin bitch! I find you I'ma dome ya ass!" Screamed the other Families OG.

"How are you going to explain this to your mother of your child?!" Demanded Ivan.

"I don't know but she'll understand, motherfucker! More than me letting her continue on like he been doing!"

"Your obligation is not over yet!" He stated.

"I helped ya'll!" Grizz insisted.

"But Petrovic is not dead!"

"What?! We saw Grisha shoot him!"

"Until we get a body or a Los Santos County Coroner to say otherwise, we assume Kenneth Petrovic is alive!"

They got into their respective vehicles as the helicopter landed and Petrovic nodded. "He is right. We will let you go when Petrovic is dead. My son has escaped...at least I know he does not hate me as much as Petrovic. Or he at least hates him as much as me..."

As they flew away, Markovich leaned in to Ivan. He handed him a slip of paper and Ivan read it. "You can't be serious?"

"This is the plan..."

Ivan saw that after they would deal with Petrovic, as far as their plan as an operative they were to do something even his father wouldn't have tried. They had arranged for several crude nuchlear missiles to be made. They would be launched in several major US cities but Los Santos would not be one of them. It would be Alderney City, Vice City, San Fierro, New Arcadia and Blackwater and they would all be blamed on Islamic terrorists such as Anubis. It would be a way to deal a serious blow to the US without them realizing Russia or the FSB was involved.

Russia was already in Syria with their military but one of these targets was near a Russian consulate and with a Russian consulate hit the Russians would have justification to go into the middle east and kill even more Syrians for their oil. The US of course would also get oil too but the problem was with many of their cities hit like this it would damage them as far as their oil supply went it would damage everything.

It was Accelerationism and Ivan didn't like it.

University of Los Santos

Abe and Sakura were sitting on his bed. "Your dad is leaving the country, soon?"

He nodded. "My mom might too. And my sister. I can't get into it. But I don't think they're gonna be back. They're moving to Ethiopia. All of them. I'd have to visit them there. But I'm not moving there."

She sighed and hugged him but said, "I understand. I don't see my uncle and aunt very often. They live overseas..." She looked at him and said, "He doesn't approve of us, does he?"

"It's not that he doesn't know you're a good person he trusts my judgement as far as that but he would prefer it if you were Ethiopian. Fuck him though for that..."

"How would he even know? He's never had me over for dinner...neither of them have...my parents are a little apprehensive but they want to have you over..."

"That's cool...I just..yeah I'm gonna be honest I thought your parents might be the bigger problem. No offense. But now? Now it looks like mine are. You met my sister though and you know she doesn't have a problem..."

"Yeah...I guess both our parents are set in their old ways and my brother and sister get more approval because they are with Asians. So I'm the black sheep."

"What you mean black sheep?" He asked shooting a glare at her. She looked back at him. "It is just an expression...'

"Babe i'm just joking..." He said kissing her. "Look..." He sighed. "I aint saying they said anything to me. But when I was a kid my pops would be gone for months at a time. Sometimes it was years. I went three years without seeing him at one point. During the civil war he got us over here but he stayed behind to fight. He was one of the first to work with the KGB back then from our country."

"And what is he up to now?"

"I can't talk about that really I shouldn't even know about this myself but he has involved me in some of his shit. But i'm done with it. Old world politics don't interest me. Not like that. You know what, Sakura? You convinced your parents to be on their best behavior. So I'm gonna do the same thing. Nah fuck that. I'll make sure you come over for dinner."

She kissed him fully on the lips. He kissed her back and admired her figure. She kissed him soft. He took her cue and shifted his hand from her face to the backs of her thighs. When she shivered, goosebumps popped on her delicate skin. Smooth, he thought, soft and smooth. He roved them up to her butt under the little nightgown.

When his horny body was a little calmer, Abe caught the bottom of her nightgown and pulled it over her head. That didn't help at all. Her small frame was delicate, sure, but curvy in the right places. Her hips flared nicely and her small breasts were full somehow above her narrow belly. The little patch between her legs was dark and inviting.

She almost covered herself with her arms and he shook his head. He grabbed her wrists and held her hands down at her sides too look at her. She thought she'd pass out from the blood pounding in her head and loins.

Softly, she apologized, "...I never filled out right."

She was so insecure. It almost killed him. He shook his head again and told her, "...you're beautiful."

She wasn't, but she appreciated him saying it anyway. In reward for it, she didn't cover herself, but she wanted to. She was so nervous. She was afraid she'd start sweating soon.

He cupped one of her breasts in his hand to weigh it. Her nipple tightened as he curved his fingers around it to tug. Her face flamed painfully red. The soft light from above her stove was the only one in her place.

Concerned, he wondered, "...does that hurt?"

Sakura rapidly shook her head no. His hand slid down her belly and skimmed over her little mound. She made a small sound like a mewl as Abe slid one digit between her folds to touch her. Slick. Moist. She was warm as he skimmed the little bud of her need and she jerked against his hand with a moan.

The truth was they'd not had sex before. The most they'd done was touch each other under the pants and kissed a lot with heavy petting but they had not SEEN each other. His hand retreated like he was afraid he'd hurt her again. "S-sorry."

Again, she shook her head. She grabbed his wrist and tugged him as she walked backward. Her knees bumped against the bed and she went to her back on it. She recalled a porno she'd watched recently.

Channeling it, she murmured, "You should show me your cock."

There. That sounded mature, right? Like a woman, not a girl. She liked it even as her face flamed in embarrassment. His did too. He stuttered, "O-o-ok. Yeah. Ok. Sure. Just..."

Finally in his boxers, he turned toward her in the dull light.

Watching his face, she slid her hand down and back up his shaft. It rolled funny in her palm but not in a unpleasant way. Abe trembled, he made a small sound of pain and collapsed atop her like he was doing a push up. She kept sliding her hand up and down him and it was so soft somehow; hard- but soft. Warm and tender. She slid her thumb over the head and felt it slick the pad of her finger like a kiss.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. She was watching him so rapturously. He lowered his mouth and kissed her; open eyed. Sakura made a little noise like, "Mmhmmm..." And shifted her left hand to cup under his balls.

Again, she thought, soft and smooth and somehow silly feeling. Like she was holding a delicate skin pouch with eggs inside...which she kinda was. She liked watching his face while she touched him. The little hairs on his groin tickled her fingers.

His kiss was better this time, sweeter and smoother. Their lips brushed and tasted. She opened her mouth and he gently slid his tongue in to touch hers. After a long kiss, he finally shuddered and leaned back to warn, "...ok ok...hold on...just hold on..."

He slid two fingers down the slickness of her folds and curled them up into her body. She squeaked and humped toward his hand like she liked it.

She was really, really tight. His fingers stretched her just pressing in a little bit. She moaned and he asked in wonder, "...good?"

Her face said good. She nodded breathlessly with her mouth agape. So he pushed his fingers into her further. She mewled and grabbed at his ass. He rubbed his dick on her hip and liked how satiny she felt on his balls as he pulled his fingers out and stuck them back in her again.

She stretched around his fingers again. He was kinda afraid he'd rip her in half if he just stuck his dick in her now. She was impossibly tight and small. Was she supposed to feel like that? Maybe she was a miniature size inside as well as out. She was petite after all.

He wanted her to get some kind of pleasure out of this thing. It was her first time. Girls wanted some romance and stuff their first time, right? So he shifted up to his knees between her thighs and used his other hand too. He palmed one of her breasts and increased the rhythm of his fingers. He just started pushing them in her faster. She drew her knees up and back, bracing her feet on the bed.

Her hips rose and fell against his hand like she was enjoying it. She whined a little. Her body turned good and wet and slick. What was he forgetting? Oh, right. The rest of her body.

eaned over her to put his mouth on one of her little nipples and suck it into his mouth.

She really liked that. Her back arched. She squealed a little and his hand told him she was nice and slick now. So he pulled his fingers out of her and angled between her thighs.

She tasted good. He suckled on her and liked it. They both did. His dick liked her flavor too. It sprang up so hard it hurt a little. He switched to the other one and wasn't quite as gentle. She seemed to enjoy the roughness of his mouth. He cupped them both to push them together and rub his face on them.

Yep. She liked it. She moaned. Titties- fun for everyone.

She was wiggling a lot, so he thought that meant she was ready. Now or never.

His mouth popped off her breast and Sakura trembled. She watched him rub the head of his penis against her mound. Her thighs quivered and she thought: this is it. Soon, you'll be mine.

He reached down and rubbed his dick against her a little bit. He couldn't feel anything through the stupid condom, but she seemed to like it. She whined again and her hands shifted to grip his butt.

Ok.

That was the sign. Like smacking a race horse on its flank, it was a signal that it was go time. Using his hand, he guided himself at her and pushed his hips. She welcomed him. It was what her body was made for after all, hadn't she said that?

He felt her stretch around him. He watched her face since he couldn't really feel her anyway. She looked at him with limpid brown eyes and her mouth wide open. He pushed in another inch and his body told him that hers was - super tight. It liked it. He liked it. He felt his face flush with blood as he told her, "...shit. You feel good."

She liked that too. She moaned and trembled. She slid her hands to his hips to hold on and told him, "...I'm so glad it's you."

Shit.

That made him feel warm in places that had no name. He dropped his head to kiss her. She craned her neck to suck his tongue into her mouth. His balls liked that too and tightened painfully - and he couldn't wait anymore. He just shoved all the way into her.

Her body tightened like a fist around him like a vice; it made his eyes cross. Something ripped in her, they both felt it, and made tears spring in her eyes. It wasn't beautiful. It wasn't magical. It didn't change her life. She was so slick around him and tight and warm and wet and wonderful. It was the best damn thing he'd ever felt in his whole life.

She checked to make sure she wasn't bleeding stopping a moment. She wasn't and she gave a pant of relief and went back to kissing him. His face was pressed against her neck now. She listened to him pant with excitement. She almost yelled at him to get off but she couldn't.

And she couldn't. She didn't want to anymore. She wanted him to say stuff like that to her. She wanted to feel incredible. He started to move inside her again and she opened her legs a little wider to let him.

She closed her eyes and laid her cheek against his hair. He smelled so good. She focused on how he felt against her and tried to block out the horrible pain between her legs. His hips pulled back, it almost got better, and he pushed back in again.

He wasn't going real fast. He was going pretty slow actually. She knew he was doing that for her benefit. She loved him, in that moment, for trying so hard. So she whispered, "...oh yeah...harder."

She whimpered and quivered beneath him. He sought out her mouth to kiss her and she let him. She eagerly turned her face up for it. The wet sound of her body absorbing his was so loud. He shifted a little and the angle changed enough that it was incredible for him. He hit something spongy at the end of her body and she finally made a sound.

She took a second to try something dismounting him. She rolled the condom off of him. Taking a deep breath, he nodded. He walked a little toward her on his knees. She rolled to all fours. Her pert little butt poking up in the air worked like a charm. His balls were heavy and aching and he was fully erect before she even touched him.

Tentatively, she reached down to cup his sack. He trembled. Taking that like a good thing, Sakura slid her hand around his shaft and angled her mouth at his hood. The second she touched her tongue to the slit of him, he nearly fell over. His knees tightened, his hands slid into her hair to hold, and he made a small sound of excitement.

Ok, Sakura thought, good. That was good. She rolled her lips over her teeth, she sucked in a breath, and she wrapped her mouth around the fat length of him. She got about a quarter of the way down when it was a bit like swallowing a fist.

Throat working, saliva spilling down to ease the way, she breathed through her nose and worked her way further down. She might have retreated, but he made some sound like a desperate little whine or something. He peeled her hair back in his hands to watch her. She rolled her eyes up the line of his body and she just...she really, really, really liked that look on his face.

She wanted to make this the best moment of both their lives and see him get really excited for her. So she slid her hand around his hip as she tried to swallow more of him. Her throat tried to tell her NO WAY and her hand curved over his butt cheek. She sneaked a finger toward his crevice. He watched her swallow another inch of him and her throat started protesting in spasms that made his eyes cross.

And she, well, she poked that little finger right at his butthole.

The second she touched him there, his butt seized right up to reject her. He shouted and jerked on her hair as his hips humped forward to get away. The bad news was that it pulled her completely down on his dick. She gagged. He pulled her off in horror and she just...well...she ended up falling backward off the bed.

Sakura squeaked. Abe grabbed for her and missed. And she went down on the carpet , Abe leaned over the bed to try to pick her up. "Sakura! Oh my god! Are you ok?!"

She coughed and gave him a thumbs up. She started laughing before she even joined him again on the bed. They both did, holding hands on the bed while they tried to figure out what was worse here: her coughing and watering eyes, or his utter and complete embarrassment.

Gently, he told her, "I'm so sorry...I wasn't-I guess I didn't expect that."

She nodded, trying to get her throat to stop hurting. "...me either. I thought...I thought guys like that."

He really tried to get behind that idea, no pun intended, but it was just too awkward. So instead, he made her jump in surprise when he kind of shouted, "Let me do you!"

She blinked at him with big eyes. He felt his face flame and tried again, softer, "...let me-just...here." Abe lifted her under her arm pits and angled her back on the bed. When she was flat and looking at the ceiling, she felt her belly tighten with excitement.

He was kneeling on the floor with her legs over his shoulders. She felt totally awkward, sure, lying there while he stared at her vagina from inches away. Shifting, she looked up a little bit to see what he was doing. He appeared to be studying her almost...what? Scientifically?

She started to ask what he was doing, "Wha-"

After a second, she felt him smoosh his nose and mouth on her and just start blowing raspberries or something. Her brows flew up. His face waggled back and forth between her legs. She blinked at the ceiling fan turning.

It wasn't bad exactly. It wasn't good, but it wasn't bad. It was...weird. It felt weird. He was..what did they call that? Motorboating? He was motorboating her down there. Sakura felt her brow knit with it was supposed to feel good for her too.

She tried to focus on it feeling good.

Occasionally, he'd touch some part with his nose or lips that sent a spark of good into her belly, but he'd quickly go back to just feeling kinda odd. She felt his finger slide into her and made a small sound of excitement. That part felt right.

But his finger didn't stay long. It slid back out of her as she wondered, "...I do-"

And he poked that finger at her butthole. She shrieked and he asked, "Did I hurt you?"

"No..." She said. "I guess it was just...unexpected?"

"That makes two of us...maybe we should save that for another day..." He looked into her eyes. "Sakura?"

"Y...yeah?"

"Grab that pillow and put it behind your neck and shoulders."

"...um...ok. Sure...but why?"

"I want to see your face."

Of course.

Of course he did.

Heart racing, thighs trembling, Sakura gripped the pillow and tugged it under her. It put her almost sitting as she watched him between her legs. He parted her folds again. His other hand traced a finger down the slick crevice of her. The moment she gasped and her body bowed, he knew he'd found it. The little bud was the love button.

He swirled his finger on her love button.

In all her life, she'd never felt anything like it. It was as if someone had tossed an electrical wire into water. It sparked. It crackled. She gasped and arched toward the motion of it. Her mouth fell open and she whined.

Watching her face, he leaned forward and put his lips where his finger was swirling. She gasped, she trembled, and he sucked that little bud into his mouth. Sakura cried out and jerked toward his face.

His other hand slid up her thigh and under. She was jumping and making a small, high pitched sound as he slid a finger into her body. Whatever he'd been waiting for, it was better. The second he sucked and tucked that finger into her body, she came alive.

She humped at him desperately, grabbing handfuls of his hair. Her body started convulsing and her thighs snapped closed slightly around his movements. To avoid getting his head smooshed, he leaned up and replaced his tongue with his thumb. He sent two fingers into her body and used his thumb to roll around that nub that wanted his attention.

She grabbed at his forearm and wrist with her small hands. He leaned up her body to kiss her. Something about sharing that taste of her seemed to really set her off. She bucked at his hand, she used his arm to push his fingers into her faster. His thumb kept circling almost lazily at her clit.

It was easier than he'd though somehow. Her noises. Her face. Her eyes flashing and hooding and fluttering. Better than he'd though it would be. He tried out her breasts while he touched her, he mounded one in his hand and licked it. She keened and grabbed for his face. So he sucked it into his mouth.

And she loved that. She loved it. Her back arched, her body rocked and humped at his hand. She whined so loud and high, but it wasn't enough. He wanted her to start screaming and jumping and bucking. How did he get her there?

He lifted his head. He studied her blushing, sweating, wildly desperate face. What did she need? Abe's free hand snapped around the back of her neck. The roughness of it startled her. Her eyes flew wide. She moaned and humped at his hand.

What did she want?

He leaned down and gruffly asked her. What else could he do here? Against her mouth, he grunted, "...tell me what you want."

Oh. The dirtiness of that single statement. It made her head dizzy. She shook it, gasping, "I-I-oh...oh god...I don't know!"

She did, he thought, she just didn't know what it was. He did. He'd had one in her that first time. He grabbed her hand and slid it down to join his on her body. Surprised, she started to resist and he told her, "...trust me. Just trust me...touch yourself."

Jesus.

Whatever he was doing to her, he was killing himself here. He was so hard. His dick and his balls hurt. Her hand replaced his as he slid away to grab for his nightstand. He found the condom box as she gasped musically.

His eyes flew back to find her watching him as she fingered herself.

It was the most incredible thing he'd seen outside of a movie.

Softly, he asked her, "...do you like that?"

She nodded and answered, hoarsely, "Do you?"

Shit. Did she need to ask?

The second he grabbed the little foil, she made a sound of fear. Ok. Ok. He couldn't-he just couldn't hurt her again. So he dropped the condom and turned his attention back to her. The last time, she'd made it all about him. He was going to make sure this time was all about her.

So he slid back onto his stomach and added his tongue where her fingers were stroking. Undone, she mewled a little and humped at his face. As she tucked a little finger against her clit, he speared two into her wet heat. Her free hand grabbed his face so hard it kinda slapped, but that was ok. She was keening high and scared.

When he felt her thighs tighten, she gasped desperately, "I'm-oh I'm gonna pee! You have to stop or I-"

She didn't pee, but she didn't just crest prettily like in the movies either. She kinda...squirted. It hit his eye and her thighs snapped together so hard it crushed his face against her and between her legs. Her fingers speared fully into his hair and she...well...she forcefully humped his face making small sobs. She kept squeaking, "Ohohohoh ooh ohhh oh oh oh."

She kept thrusting at him and gasping and shaking.

So this was good.

It was painful as she abused him a little with her desperation, but it was good. She was clearly having an orgasm. He was smothering to death against her groin, but she was bucking on the bed and crying.

So that was good...right?

After a moment, her thighs released him and he gasped for air against her wet mound. She was soaked, but not like she'd peed herself. It was slick and sticky. It slid against his chin and his eye. He dropped his face to the bed to wipe it clean as she squeaked, "Oh...oh god. Wha-? I'm so sorry."

Abe leaned up to look at her. She was sweaty and panting. Her face was flushed and streaked with tears. She made a small sound like she'd start crying for real and added, "...I think I peed in your bed."

A whisper. A horrified one. She whispered it. She put her face in her hands to hide.

He rose to his knees and grasped her wrists to peel them back as he told her, "...did it feel good?"

Her thighs were still twitching. She peeked between her fingers and told him, "Yes. I'm sorry. I'll clean it up."

Before she could start crying, he shook his head and tugged her hands down to her lap to inform her, "You came."

Blinking, she studied his face. He looked so happy. He looked so proud of himself. With surprise, she realized that's exactly what had happened. First hot, than shaking, than a tightening that was almost painful and pressure like she'd pee...and then?

Her body had just let go. Her belly, her butt, her uterus and her vagina had seized up and released in a way that had felt like nothing she'd ever known. She'd felt wild, unbidden, unstoppable. She'd never felt so incredible before.

Her clitoris and her vagina were still throbbing with aftershocks of pleasure. Whispering, she told him, "...that's why I'm still clenching...down there."

Before she could say anything, he slid two fingers into her to feel it. It felt so good that her hand shot out to grab his wrist with a high pitched cry. She was so tight inside that the feeling of her went from his fingers to his groin and was painful. He wanted to put his dick in her, but he was afraid she'd cry and he'd hurt her again.

So he took it in his hand instead and walked up on his knees a little toward her. She parted her thighs and reached forward. Their hands met on his shaft and started working together.

It didn't take long. With his fingers in her, with hers on him, it was over so fast. Fifteen seconds of pumping and he grunted a warning and angled at her belly. The wet spurt of him splattered a little on her belly. It went right up to her chest and over her left breast. He gasped as he went, shaking in their joined fists. Sakura watched his face the whole time until he went and then she watched it erupt from the slit of his penis.

It was fascinating. It was sticky and warm on her. It wasn't continuous either, he sort of stopped and started again until he was done. When he slumped a little foward, she slid her fingers over the hood of him to feel the end of his orgasm.

She'd wanted to be brave and let him try to put it in her again, but she wasn't. She just wasn't. She didn't know if she ever would be.

After a while, however, she was enough and she mounted him. She began to ride him and they agreed she should take control. Stroking her clit as she rode him, her face turned red. Sakura's voice broke on a squeaking gush of need, "...I love you...I love you so much..."

The hand on her arm shifted. It slid down her belly and she gasped, sucking in a breath as it found its way into her folds . Sakura's gripped his face, swallowed his caressing tongue, and arched her back toward him. Her panties were still only off to the side. His hand dipped under her panties and down to cup her mound. She cooed softly and one of her hands curled up his biceps where they braced his free hand on the wall beside her head.

Sakura's left hand squeezed his face as he slipped between the slick folds of her body to finger her. The moment he was inside her with those eager digits, something just...snapped into focus for him. He stopped hurting and just stepped back into his body.

He leaned back to see her face - eyes closed, cheeks pink, mouth parted in a small sound of tiny pants, lips rosy from kissing, damp from the tasting. Beautiful. Perfect. Pure and clean and wonderfully tender.

He explored the creamy heat of that wonderful purity. She moaned and humped toward the feel of him. She let him stoke and stroke her until he finally claimed the whole of her with two taking thrusts.

She felt his fingers part and purge her of the last of her fear. They claimed the core of her body, tucking into her in an increasing tempo. Her hips jerked as he urged her, "...more?"

She nodded. She grunted softly when he increased it, feeling her pretty pussy seize seductively with each stroke. Warm and wet and eager and tight. She was all those things. She was something beautiful he'd been denying all this time. She was a sanctuary. He wanted to be inside of her and forget anything but this - this - this wonderful, mind-boggling thing that happened when he touched her.

He wanted to drown in her innocence.

She whined high and scared, her thighs seized around his invading hand, and her body just released. She soaked his hand as her belly and thighs, sagging against his palm, using her grip on his biceps to hold herself up. She could toss a motorcycle like rice at a wedding, but she was fragile in that moment with him inside of her. The amount of power that surged through his blood was maddening.

After a few moments of desperate kissing, he caught her hands to pin them over her head. She whimpered, submitting, even as her body burned a little with the first few thrusts. Their fingers twined, holding above her now as her body welcomed his weight. Her breasts jutted prettily as her back bowed, as her thighs spread to offer him more. Without all the hair, the sheer beauty of her face was haunting.

His arms gathered behind her to pull her up. She straddled into his lap, whimpering while he fucked her. Her arms and legs seized around him. She went up and came down on him without prompting. He surged beneath her, twisting her hair around his fingers to kiss her wetly while he tried to find out how deep he could go.

When she went impossibly wet around him, Abe lowered his mouth to help himself to the sweet taste of those pink, pink, pink nipples. Sakura gasped, her body sealed around the splitting surge of his dick claiming it, and he knew it was time. It was time.

He slung her to her back on the bed while she quivered. He pulled out of her and made her wince. She was still quaking when he painted her belly and pretty black bush with the hardest damn nut he'd had in years. His hand shot out to brace on the wall behind her where she lay. He leaned over and swathed her sweet skin in sticky ropes of cum. It looked like pearls woven among the soft hair of her pussy.

Panting, the two lay in their own filth and held each other. "I love you..." He told her. She had tears in her eyes as she held him. "You do?"

"Yeah..." He said stroking her hair. "That's why I'm staying. I'm gonna keep it a hundred I got a thousand reasons to go and only one to stay...you...and that's what i'm gonna do.." She smiled through her tears kissing him. They would whisper sweet nothings into each others ears until they fell asleep.

Packie

He knew the liklihood of him surviving or bein free again was unlikjely and while Liberty and Alderney had outlawed the death penalty, this was a capitol murder case. He could and likely would get death row for all those he killed. He was on trial for the murder of Harvey Noto,Roy Zito, Vincent Lupasella, Mary Valvona. They were throwing the book at him when he hadn't even killed.

The prosecuting attorney was a white male with brown hair and brown eyes standing 5'10. He looked at him. "Mr. McReary is it true that you have an arrest record dating back all the way into the 90's?"

"Yeah."

"Quite a rap sheet. Grand Theft in 1997, grand larceny in '98 hijacking in 2000 and possession in '05. Only to be out two years later. How many chances do we have to give a career criminal?"

"Objection!" Kiki declared. "Argumentative!"

"All right, I'll reprase. in your career as a criminal what was the longest sentence you've had?"

"Five years... really it was almost five years but anybody that grew up in the streets knows if you serve four years and eight months you pretty much served five years. " The youngest McReary replied. "I served time upstate. But I think you knew that much."

"Right. And you got out on parole only to go back in for cocaine possession. Normally hijacking gets you at least fifteen years. How exactly did you get out? Especially these days hijacking is very serious but I could point to instances in the past where people have gotten anywhere from fifteen to twenty seven years."

"Early release. I got a seven year sentence and I paroled. Obviously the cocaine was a bad idea so I did some more time. Got out in 2008."

"And that was when you reconnected with your late brother, Derrick McReary and Gerald McReary who is serving a life sentence now is that correct?"

"Objection, your honor. Relevance?"

"Overruled..." The judge stated. "This better be going somewhere, Counselor."

"Yeah. Last year we were all together. Me, Derrick, Gerry and my sis Kate."

"Yes, that was quite a year wasn't it? First your older brother a snitch I might add suspected to be tied to IRA somehow sneaks back into the country, goes to meet up with your other brother Commission McReary and takes a sniper bullet. Then your brother Gerald goes to prison for racketeering in concert with some Peggorino Associates and a few other goons from your organization. Next you end up burying your sister. Gunned down by the late Jimmy Pegorino. Who you were known to work for. Much like the late Phillip Bell."

"I have no knowledge of who killed my sister. I'm hoping my brother brings them to justice..." Patrick replied Kiki smiled at him. "Even if we don't get along we both cared about her and want her to get justice."

"Your honor..allow us to introduce Exibit A..." The attorney had a video put onto the tv and it showed a church outside and a wedding. "You're right, Mr McReary. You weren't there. But we can paint a picture as to what happened..."

Suddenly a vehicle pulled up. "You fuckin double crossing immigrant shit!" An AK was fired and a burst of rounds was aimed at Niko,

It seemed that Niko was blocking 80% of Kate's body so mathematically he should have been the one hit but Packie saw on the screen as Kate's emerald colored blouse was brightened with dark red and she collapsed to the ground as she was struck in the abdomen.

The TV screen went blank. Packie was visibly upset. "Why the fuck did you show me that?!" He demanded.

"Mr. McReary I know that was emotionally upsetting for you but you will reframe from profanity in my courtroom..."

"Sorry your honor...I just don't see why he has to try and show me this!"

"Is this demonstration leading somewhere?"

"Yes your honor if you'll bear with me...Mr. McReary not long before the death of your sister an associate of yours who was dating her one Niko Belic was known to be in contact with Mr. Pegorino. The same man who he tried to kil;l in that video. Not long before the death of Ms Mcreary Niko was in contact with Phillip Bell an associate of Jimmy Pegorino. We can't prove it yet but Niko is believed to be responsible for his death. But what we do know is he was supposed to do a deal with some Russian criminals and didn't. When he didn't, Mr. Bell expressed fear at what was to come. Did you know about this deal?"

"I didn't have a clue."

"But you were the one to introduce Niko Bellic to the Pegorino family?"

"Seeing as that aint a crime just a meet and greet and you already know they've talked to each other, yeah."

"Then it isn't too big an assumption that you would be willing to seek revenge on Mr. Bell?"

"Why would I? He didn't do anything to me."

"He ended up taking control of the family. You were too busy seeing to your mother and your sister's funeral arrangement. Not too long after that, your mother died as a result of a shooting at your sisters funeral. You had every reason to go after Phillip Bell."

"Maybe reason..." Patrick said with a sneer. "But not opportunity."

"Only because you were arranging to your sister's arrangements. I'm sure that if the Peg hadn't died you would have been the first one after him. Whoever did get him has some serious combat skills. Beyond what you have. Killed quite a few cops too just to kill a mob boss."'

"Let's say I bought what you're selling. Why would I kill Phil Bell?"

"Even if you had no reason to believe he was behind his boss killing your sister there was still the shootout at her funeral."

Packie smiled. "That wasn't the Pegorino Family. That was the Ancelotti's. Nice try."

"But still. The Family you dedicated much of your life to helping for a little extra money ends up turning on you. Maybe not intentionally killing your sister but do you really think some mob boss would care if your sister died? They see you as expandable. And then...to see a guy who has only partial Irish blood end up being the boss after all? And he moves into the big house while you and your crew live in the ghetto?"

"They can keep their silk sheets."

"No further questions, your honor."

Kiki began to ask her questions now. "So when your sister was brutally gunned down where were you?"

Packie sighed. "I was with my ma.I also had to break it to my older brother..." He started to tear up as he remembered that day. He knew it wasn't going to be easy. Kiki handed him a box of tissues and he wiped his eyes and blew his nose.

Cypress Flats

The Streets Been Talking

Lee and Luna were driving in a silver Stallion. "This woman, Mai. You like her?"

"As much as anybody else."

"Don't lie to me, cabron. Did you fuck her?"

He sighed. "Yeah..." He said. "Before. But are you gonna honestly say you've been exclusive with me?" She didn't answer that question and the question seemed to offend her. "Look, i only got eyes for you, now. I wouldn't cross multiple state lines if I didn't."

"What is it you like about her?" She asked. "You think she's prettier?"

"You have a more beautiful face. And body..." He added and she rolled her eyes but smiled a bit. He was telling the truth on the latter statement but in his view, not the former. He saw Mai as primarily Asian and culturally she was more traditional than him other than the Christian upbringing but she also had a Buddhist upbringing which made her equal. There was something about her slight European features mixed with mostly Vietnamese and seeing as he had also bedded Caucasian women as well, it was a way for him to count both. Though he wasn't sure he would ever admit that to Mai's face but he was almost curious if he should just to see if she'd punish him in the worst way.

Luna on the other hand was triracial but she didn't have any Asian in her which he didn't fault her for but to Lee a quadracial woman was one of the hottest things.

"But she is an ally of ours..." He stated. He thought to himself however, I gotta talk these two into a threeway. Between Luna's curves and Mai's flexibility..

"It would never work out between you two anyway..." The Cuban national stated. He smirked a bit. "Are you jealous?"

"You're a gangster and she's a government agent...think about it...

"IAA not FIB."

"No but Mark is with one."

"She's cool You know that!"

"Yeah but are the people they work for?"

"All that means is I'm a gangster and she's a bigger gangster. But we don't look at ourselves as gangsters..."

"But you are. Trust me. Back in Cuba? The government and the Mafia used to be involved with each other. Trust me. It doesn't end well. It's one thing to work together but to be together?"

She then said, "I don't know about this. Showing up with a suitcase full of denero in a neighborhood like this?"

"The DNB's have a deal for us remember? They got some of the purer cocaine for much cheaper out here. I'm not sure if they got it from buying it themselves or from ripping off the Madrazo connections."

"Yeah but it's Mai's father. I've even heard bad stories about that cabron and he was before my time but after mi abuelos."

"He did start the Da Nang Boyz. That makes him a hood legend. And with his background in the Vietnam war and the IAA that makes him I think he has a hand in the Vietnamese heroin trade to this day. I haven't confirmed it but we really think so."

"You're not gonna see her again, right? Beyond business?" She asked looking at him.

"No..." He promised. "I didn't think you cared...that much..."

"Well I do...and when we fuck you better not ever think about her either!" Lee told her, "Relax, bella I won't..." Though inside he wondered if she was a mind reader.

In reality, Mark, even Ana for that matter was not aware of if he did.

Mai;s father was waiting with Gina, Clayton and T Mart.

Mai turned to her father. "Dad, you shouldn't even be here! The boss never shows up to the arrestable events. And you're here."

"Given who I am I have a get out of jail free card, remember? We both do."

Meanwhile as Lee and Luna were pulling up, they heard the sounds of a mix of Assault Rifles, shotgun blasts, SMG's and handguns.

A look of concern crossed the Asian American's face. "Shit...that's not good..."

"It's Cypress Flats. There's always crime here."

The BSU member got his shotgun ready. "If it was just a few shells, yeah. Gang bangers usually don't have the balls to drop more than a body or two you know that! This is organized assault."

Neto

He aimed the Rifle and let off a crack of rounds and watched three DNB members fall. Clayton returned fire. "The fuck is this shit about?! Shouldn't ya'll be sweating the Aryans instead?!"

"You got it fucked up!" Neto yelled. "You putos got a couple of us in the mix with your bullshit! Now the juras are up our ass thinking we know where Eddie is!"

"Fuck ya'll!" Screamed Gina as she returned fire with two Berettas. "You're the ones that allied with that rapist motherfucka!"

"We stayed OUT OF IT!" Hollered Joaquin as he raked his M4 dropping three DNB females. "Just like the pen! You want to hash it out with the woods we step aside and let you handle your business!"

"How fuckin convinient!" Mai shouted back as a dark blue Phoenix pulled up and two Aztecas got out but she fired a fifteen round burst dropping both of them.

The first Azteca, a cholo born on Jamestown Street despite it being a Vagos hood fell with a 5.56 round hitting behind his right ear. The second fell with ten hitting him up and down each of the back of his legs and up to his back with a round exiting his pelvis. A barrage of Uzi rounds were fired at Mai and she ducked down. "Drop that puta, homes!" Screamed an Azteca.

Neto saw Jose and three other Aztecas got out blasting along with Zorra and three Azteca females opening fire on the DNB's but he spotted four SUV's speeding towards them and Neto knew they couldn't be friendlies so he emptied the magazine into the first Baller SUV and he hit the man on the right side in the front. He reloaded as he was behind cover. The Samoans had arrived.

Joaquin fired striking three DNB's down and he spotted Khoi. He aimed for him too but the older Hmong member ducked behind the side of a building that was a currently closed liquor store. Joaquin returned to cover himself as the Hmong reloaded the M-16.

Two Vagos had a bead on Lee and Luna who were unloading on the Aztecas from across the street but before they could make good on it, they were cut down. Jimmy and Link were behind them and firing both of them using MP5's. The Vagos fell with multiple rounds in the back and the two BSU members made it across the street. "The fuck are you doing here?!" Demanded Lee. "Neither of you are supposed to be here!"

"Neither are you!" Jimmy shot back. "But Mark said to keep an eye on you. I can see you kept an eye on her..." A redBobcat pulled up to a screech and four Cuban nationals got out all of them armed with AK's. She whistled. "Antonio! Sergio!" She pointed to a parked white Blista Compact and a Cuban in a red t shirt and white pants and a silver necklace got behind it while the other, Sergio, a man with a buzz cut and yellowish brown skin wearing a Vice City Mambas jacket joined him. "You're not the only ones with backup!" She declared.

Neto spotted Mai. He instructed Triste, Listo, Chela, and Jose to make a choke point and he cut off Mai from her support from T Mart, Gina, Kimmy, Rachel, and Tia, plus Clayton who were making a stand and between them had made short work of five Aztecas. The Usos were laying fire too with Ulu and Mahana firing.

"Remind me to thank those Samoans!" Lee stated as they and five more gang members sawed through am equal number of Vagos. Khoi spotted El Pavo and Mai saw him spot him as she was switching vests in cover. "You shot my daughter!" He bellowed aiming the M-16 at the Cypress Flats gangster much to Mai's confusion. He fired a burst and the cholo did take several rounds in the chest most of which did not go through but one round did and it exited his right shoulder. "YEAH KHOI! GET THAT BITCH!" Screamed Sicko Green. "That motherfucka laid out a lot of the homies!"

Thire and Tup were also there as they had pulled up in a dark green Willard. Joaquin almost had a bead on Khoi as the two opened fire.

Mai was confused for her father's mental state. Jimmy, in a rage, spotted Joaquin who was about to fire and hit Khoi with a headshot. He fired a burst and hit Joaquin's Rifle before advancing across the street ducking several rounds as a East Side Vago took shots at him. He tackled Joaquin knocking him to the ground. He then crouched as Joaquin got up and aimed at his face. "Remember me?"

"Yeah how could I forget one ogf my bitches I marked? I thought we told you to keep your white ass outta LS?"

"I'm not good at that. I mean you'd think I would be cause I'm a ginger and we don't do well in the sun but you guys can't seem to stay outta New Arcadia."

"Believe it or not, I have no reason to go to that shit hole..." Shot back Culebra.

"Well it doesn't matter I'm here now. So what do you say? Do I shoot you now? Or how about a rematch? I mean you can't get back the part of your arm I ate but.."

Joaquin tackled him following up with a right hook to the face. Jimmy drove a left knee into the Chicano's gut and kept him back even as he fell. Joaquin put his dukes up even and Jimmy took a swing. He blocked it. The redhaired male tried another and it was the same thing. He threw a kick and Joaquin kicked it away.

"Maybe you should reenlist. Take the Spuds program and then MAYBE you can hang, puto..."

"I seem to remember winning that fight...though I admit I went too far..." He faked a punch and Joaquin reacted to it but Jimmy didn't move forward. "The BSU just have a lot of luck. But it always runs out."

Jimmy grabbed a trashcan lid and smacked the ex Seal in the face with it catching him offguard. Joaquin's nose bled as he stumbled. He then kicked the Kumeyaay Indian in the right ribcage and then again in the back as he fell. He attempted to bludgeon him with the lid and he did but then Culebra's left leg kicked out catching Jimmy in the face busting his lip.

"How sad..." Jimmy said staggering as Joaquin rolled away to evade and he went after him. "You're more proud to be a Seal than a Vago."

"I was born into this shit. I'll always be 49th street. The Seals was earned."

Jimmy grinned widely. "I brought my hunting knife with me. I'm gonna beat your ass and cut off some of your tattoos."

He tried to hit Joaquin with the lid again but he dodged it and it ended up being more of a throw. Joaquin drove a knee into the redheaded males groin. "I'll just cut off all your skin, wood! You shouldn't have come out here!"

"I aint no fuckin wood..." Jimmy said throwing a left hook at half strength and hit Joaquin in the jaw.

Jose and Thire meanwhile were trying to shoot each other. "Why don't you come out and fight with fists?" Jose answered with a barrage. "Come on! You fought well the last time. Don't you want revenge?" He suspected the Navajo-Chicano was afraid to exchange blows again.

Meanwhile, Triste was about to fire and kill Gina when Tup tackled him as he had run dry on his magazine and was unable to get a new one in time. He and Triste rolled around on the ground before the cholo kicked him off him and they got up.

He put a foot on Triste's chest as the smaller Filipino pounced. He began to punch him over and over.

Thire noticed Ulu and Mahana were pinned down by six Vagos so he restrapped his automatic and went to go help. "You got this?" He asked Tup.

"Yeah...I got this puto..."

Neto spoted Mai and he said, "Oh don't let me stop you!" He kicked her in the side before she could shoot him. She kicked him in the gut back and rolled away to evade. He went to try and shoot her in the face but she rolled and kicked his legs from under him. She wrapped her legs around his head in an attempt to break his neck but she felt a sharp pain in her left leg. He had stabbed her with a swiss army knife in the thigh.

He got to his feet and grabbed her hair and slammed her head against the window of a dirty pink Feltzer's driver window.

Khoi was trying to gun for Pavo but four cholas and three cholos kept him back though he managed to hit one Vaga in the stomach with four rounds and he was distracted by this and he threw a hard left punch at Jimmy. Jimmy tackled him and grappled him and threw three jabs to the gut and followed with a fourth to the right eye. Joaquin head butted him forcing him back.

He then followed with a one two combo of blows causing his nose to bleed as and Antonio were holding off Vagos reeforcements and backing the Samoans up but two Uso members had fallen from East Side Vago gunfire.

"Come on, man!" Thire called to Jose. "Let's you and me fight! We can kill others from each other's sides but you and me should duke it out! That girl from the SOP's is cute I want her number!" He said and Jose figured he meant Mahana. "I can't do that if I'm dead!"

Jose called out as he fired and struck down a DNB member, "Orale! See that alley? We can go handle it there! I'm gonna tell my comaradas to not shoot you. You gotta tell themnot to shoot me!"

"I'll try but it'd be easier if we just ran over there!"

"Just do it!" Jose called out. Thire tried running it by them. He got mixed reactions with the BSU members not being for it.

"If we try and not have nobody fight us that means we can't shoot each other's guys either, yeah?" Thire called out.

In the course of the fight the two had to manuever to not get shot even with some of them agreeing to let the fight happen, when a figure ran out from cover the other side might have only a few seconds to make a choice to shoot or not shoot and either side each considered that it was better to accidentally hit Jose or Thire and apologize later rather than risk it.

Antonio fell dead from a single round to the left temple courtesy of Listo.

Joaquin stared at the bloody faced BSU member who now had withdrawn his knife and he said, "This has been fun but I got an OG to take out."

Jimmy lunged at him but it too was a fake out though he did swipe at Joaquin's right cheek cutting him and he went for him chest and cut him across it too and he went for a slice at his Adams Apple but he threw his head back and the blade barely missed. Jimmy was going for his own gun and was using his knife maneuvers to distract while he did and cover his steps to it. Joaquin followed with a hard right uppercut beaming the BSU member in the right cheek. The man staggered back.

Joaquin followed with a right again as hard as he could in the face. Jimmy hit the Earth, unconscious.

Tup, meanwhile was fighting Triste was being assisted by Thire who had joined the fight. Though he was not as big all around as Thire, Triste did have bigger arms which he threw seven punches at the Polynesian. Thire took them like a champion and dealt them back and followed with a knee to the groin followed by a headbutt and then a right hook. The cholo was not afraid to take on both. He staggered and Tup came at him throwing a hard right and then a kick to the ribs.

Ulu had made short work of the six Vagos that had attacked his fellow Polynesians before but now he saw they were cornered again as they lost another soldier this time a female with curly brown hair falling dead from a 7.62 round to the heart from an ESV chola with an AK-74. He fired at her snatching his weapon up again.

Triste and Tup took a breather. "You Bullshitters like to fight even in the middle of a shootout, eh...? Got a death wish?"

"Is it any better than you Ass Lickers fighting on a prison yard when a CO has Mini 14's aimed at you?" He shot back.

"Good point. Hey you know what? One of us could die and I aint planning on it being me. But i'll tell you a little something something. I was in prison not too long ago and you know what I saw? And this was before the BSU started getting classified as a disruptive group. You're not considered a security threat group in the SADC but you are considered a gang and some of you do get SHU sentences even if not all of you do."

"So what?" Tup hissed brushing blood from his lip and mouth.

"This wasn't gang injunction shit. San Andrean laws are getting more strict, fool. Your boys are getting pinched just smashing uip skinheads at metal shows just like back east and catching cases. But you don't get that this aint the east coast. Even vatos like you that spend time out here don't get it. You'd probably be all right in the Others car same with Tup and you'd probably be able to be somewhat cool with Mark. But you couldn't be cool with Jimmy, Link or none of them. That's right, dog I got your numbers I know who you are. The big homie schooled me on you fools."

"They've had assholes try and dictate who they kick it with it doesn't end for them. You think New Austin prison gangs didn't try that?" Taunted the Filipino.

"That's New Austin. The factions are splintered and New Austin pintos are a lot more individual based than San Andrean. We're more collective but if you found New Austin too collective? You really wouldn't be able to hang here...Jimmy, Link, they wouldn't have a choice but to get down with the white car. Me? I aint racist, dog. I had black homies before I got down with the cliqua. But some of them became Ballas or Families. Others just hustled, others went straight and narrow but we al chose our paths and being a civilian in the hood can be deadly too. White guys I never really knew any that weren't cops in my neighborhood till I hit the pinta but some were all right there. Chinos tambien. But you don't got a choice in politics and programs this is the west coast. That lone wolf shit don't fly and the BSU? You can be BSU but you get put in line too."

"Yeah that's easy for you to say...you haven't encountered us before..." Tup sneered.

"I saw it with my own eyes. And I heard about a lot of what was going on. Prison riots happen but mostly? It's boring. So you hear what happens at other pens. I don't know if you know who Rosco Deleon is but he was a BSU vato from East Ohlone. And he busted up some skinheads at show in Fierro got six years for it. He had to run resident as Northern Raza even though he didn't bang he was still a resident. So he has a prison job and all that shit he can be friends with other Bay Area Chicanos that aint banging they exist but if a riot kicks off he may have to book somebody from another car even if that car has one ofhis own in it.."

The Filipino said nothing. "There was another vato...Wilson Sotomayor de San Dios. He got into a fight at a mosh pit and he runs resident under the southern San Andrean car so he may not be an Azteca, Marabunta or Vago but he does program and he has to get down. Same with some of the gueros that were at the pen I was at. Let's see...there was Blake Westwood from Red County. He went in back in 2012 and he was only there for assault and battery. He was at a level 2 prison but he got into some shit and he leveled up to a level 3. He got into a little skirmish with us two years ago. He stabbed a Vago and he got stabbed. Got himself another six years. Before I left, he was talking some high power shit about somebody being a snitch. He found the paperwork to back it up but he raised teh issue so he had to deal with it. He stabbed one of his own and that guy lived but got sent to SNY. But that vato? Now he's got 18 years for attempted murder. And yeah he did have some white pride tats on him."

Tup demanded, "Are you gonna fight or keep talking?"

"Then there was Terry Patterson, Charlie De Palma, Nick Slater, and Erlich Ross. Terry and Erlich locked it up went to SNY. So they don't have to racially program but now they're surrounded by booty bandits, child molesters and snitches and last I heard they weren't doing well. One of them got fucked up the ass. I don't know which one. That wouldn't have happened if they'd stayed on the mainline and just got with the program even if it was more militant than they wanted it. The other two been in prison more than three years but they both are part of the wood pile too. And I aint saying which one but I know for a fact one of them ranked up and became an AV member. Has a SHU sentence to go with it and life without parole. Riot with the morenos. He stabbed two of them and killed one. That wasn't the first time he'd put in work either."

He was trying to gauge how many of these people Tup may have known. Perhaps none of them, perhaps all of them or only some of them. On Tup's end he knew that Triste was trying to rattle his cage. "That could all be bullshit."

"Yeah you BSU cowards never really do much time you get a jail sentence here and there. The homies who compared you fools to Antifa were right. Shit even in a east coast prison where there aint much politics based on race and it's more gangs you fools would wash out I guarantee it! This is the west coast like I said. Somebody like you if you ever even been to the pen I'd bet money it was only a level one or two where the rules aint as strict. But shit can still crack at a level 2. But someone like you? You probably been to a 1 at most. Then again, if it's people like you...it aint as much of a problem if you or Felix or Mark go to prison. It's the white boys in your crew..most of your crew that can't handle it."

"Maybe it's good those two went to SNY. I know there are dropouts from the Vagos, Marabunta, Aztecas, even Rifas plus the white power gangs. More than blacks or Asians and besides maybe some southsiders and northsiders got tired of the bullshit rules taking orders from another man? In the end a chomo here a chomo there might slip through the cracks on a mainline yard but it's the SNY people that locked it up for reasons that weeren't dishonorable who are waiting to stab them when they get run off the yard. If one of you doesn't finish the job, we get to. And unlike your bullshit racist rules we don't even need to be the same race to clean house we'll clean house on our own or somebody else's."

"That's firme but uh...every car in San Andreas cleans house as far as chomos other than morenos I aint hating homie that'ds just the truth they're not organized like that. Besidesk, that has kicked off riots too when us or the white boys find out they got a chomo in their car and we weren't haing it some were willing to stand by that fool because of his black skin. You say you hate racism? Shit like that is what programming is trying to do away with and everybody is supposed to clean out the trash..." Triste then sneered. "I heard about how it is at the pen your boy Mark would go to if he ever went. Sudan. You fuckin kidding me? Maybe it is rougher but iis that better? That you're more likely to get reamed in there instead of making iot so that booty bandits get stabbed by just about everybody? The way the black car functions on some of these yards out here is how the east coast and south's prisons are as a whole. You think that's better just cause it aint as racist? They're racist too they're just mad cause out west they don't run the show they want it to be like the east where they can put down anybody that tries to stand up."

"You just exposed a lot of game. I may not be a guard but that could be seen as snitching what you just said..." Tup stated.

"Yeah...you're probably right. But it's your word against mine and you can't prove I said shit. What you can do...is if you survive this find out if I'm lying or not about those people."

"We're gonna finish this fight Both sides are getting killed while we stand here..." Tup said but he added, "Let's say I believed you. I know that the Aryan Vanguard made it so the Hot Rod Woods were no good on any mainline yard and the old school guys are in the SHU too. They're a prison gang just the same but no HRW can walk the main line in General Population. So why wouldn't they do the same thing to the white BSU members?"

"It's been this way since the first outta staters started coming here and others formed chapters. Most white boys unlike the rest of us in the pen don't have much street smarts but the BSU thinks they're hard punching skinheads at a concert they don't realize inside they'll have to probably be cellies. And those skinheads can't recruit for their shit either unless it's a gang blessed by the AV but the AV is in charge of everybody. The AV looks at it like this. Some BSU are gonna rank out and either check in voluntarily or get taken off the yard by force but some are gonna be smart about it and do what they have to to survive. The heads in the back like breaking a lot of you just like they break down white boys from the suburbs who may not be hood but aint racist either thinking they're gonna come in and be an individual instead of part of the wood pile."

He then shook his head at Tup. "Most of them end up as firewood..."

"What?" Tup asked.

"Crash dummies. Soldados for their big homies in the back. In the SHU. But a few have gotten their stripes. And longer sentences. And you're damn right if the head honchos send them out even if they got one or two years on their sentence and they gotta smash somebody, they're gonna do it. I've seen white boys go home they do their time and leave. Some get a few more years but they got home. With the BSU I see? They all end up with bigger sentences. I've seen fools get anywhere from 11 years to their sentence to life. Like I said you got one Bullshitter that became a big homie in the woodpile but mostly you're the best firewood!"

Tup threw a hard right smacking the cholo in the face and it was on again. The smaller man continued his onslaught and Triste defended himself driving a knee into his stomach and hit him with a hard right to the face and a hard left. The two grappled and exchanged punches. Tup had been hitting the bag a lot and training. Triste had trained a lot and had a lot of wind power from his time in the pen doing burpees. While he had not stopped lifting weights, he had not done the burpees that had been mandatory when he was inside so he started to lose wind a minute later as they fought rolling on the ground.

He had punched Tup about eight times and kicked him twice.

Tup roared with anger at what he was being told about BSU members being used more in recent years in the pen to do dirty work for an ideology that people like himself and Mark opposed. "FUCK YOU!" He roared. He beamed Triste in the mouth, in the stomach, in the right eye, in the nose, in the left temple and then he followed with a kick to the groin and followed with a jab to the jaw. He tackled him and bombarded him with a few more punches and Triste was losing wind trying not to get beaten up anymore than he was.

They stumbled back into the street and a pair of headlights were on them and the screeching of tires sounded. Before long, they were both hit flying but Tup's fall was mostly broken by Triste's body. Triste was knocked out as two Aztecas in a red Tornado accidentally hit them. Tup spotted a dropped Glock 17 from a deceased DNB member and he took it as the two cholos got out to check on their homie. Tup fired the magazine off dispatching both of them hitting the first with three in the face and the passenger he missed two shots with but hit him in the chest with the last four. He proceeded to then kick Triste twice in the ribs as he lay there and delievered a kick to his jaw but he slipped after doing it as he was a bit dizzy. He went to stomp him out again but Link pulled him off. "Brother, come on!" He gave him his weapon back/.

"What about him?" Tup growled.

"Fuck him. I saw Jimmy go down. We gotta help him..and find Thire."

Joaquin and Khoi were squared off. Joaquin hit the older man with a bombardment of punches, he hit him three times in the stomach and he drove a knee into his left hip and then hit him in the right eye. The older man drove a knee into Joaquin's stomach sending him flying back and he gave him a kick to the then followed up with a kick an ax kick to the back knocking the wind out of him.

"You can knock out the boy...you have better training than him...than me in my days in the war. But I have more experience...boy..." The Hmong snarled before hitting him with a hard right blow to the face. He got up again and Khoi dropped him again just as fast. He threw apunch again but Khoi caught it and threw him to the side. "You think they don't show us any fancy moves in the agency? Martial arts was invented in Asia..." Joaquin head butted him in the stomach stubbornly biut Khoi drove an elbow into the back of his head and kneed him in the face throwing him back.

"I told you...it would not be easy for you..."

Joaquin rolled on the ground but as he did he remembered the sidearm in his piece. "I hear ya..." The cholo stated. "But you know the Seals...we did our first real test run in Nam..." He rolled around and started blasting. He fired off five shots. Khoi had seen the flash of silver as he'd pulled out the weapon. It was just a .25 but it was still deadly enough to kill. He tried to run but he took two rounds in the right hip. He fell over and tried to go for his combat knife but Culebra put another in his right shoulder.

"You have no honor..." He groaned falling over. "You and me are elites, Khoi..." Culebra said holding the smoking gun. "There is no fair fights at our level. Anything and everything is fair...and if it was you with the cuete and me bleeding you'd say the same thing.."

He was about to put a final slug in him when he took a few in the back himself in the vest, but all the same, a contact. Gina had shot him with Mai's M4A1. He retreated to cover limping but fired over his shoulder.

Neto was continuing to bombard Mai and she couldn't defend herself as well with her leg but Lee tackled him. Lee hit him in the side with the shotgun and went to hit him in the face as he doubled over. Neto threw a hard blow to Lee's bladder and Lee doubled over and Neto head butted his abdomen.

"The fuck you doing?!" Demanded Neto.

"I'm doing you a favor..." Lee snarled. "You can't seem to think beyond your own meth rage. You kill an IAA agent it's over for you."

"She wouldn't be the first or the last..."

Lee paused a moment as the two fighters stared but then said, "Probably true but all IAA agents aint equal. Ones like Mai, Ana, even Karen Daniels. Or Mai's father...they're too valuable to let anything happen to. Those ones you killed were probably rookie operatives."

"No...YOU just violated the truce motherfucker...whatever happens from here I hope you know that. I helped you get Mark out..."

"Right! And we paid you back for it. You got your son back Ernesto got his."

"Si mon que si. But me sparing Mai wasn't part of the deal. I made no agreement with Ana or anybody else about that."

Lee shook his head. "Ana would have advised you against that. There's no way she didn't tell you something. Even if she just thought you might she would say not to. You just disregarded that. Like you always do. I'm sure your parents told you not to touch hot stoves and you did anyway."

"Ana and Mark may be your mommy and daddy, puto. And you might be afraid to think for yourself...but I'm not...I'm an orphan."

"No you're not!" Growled Lee. "You had parents."

"And when your parents die when you aren't a full adult yet or even when you are, you're an orphan."

"You HAD parents! I had nothing!" Lee growled.

Neto could see he had accidentally struck a nerve. He had no problem triggering BSU members even just with words but this one was not expected. "You know that saying it's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all? It's bullshit. Because when you lose them all you have are the memories. You can't miss what you never had."

"That almost sounds like a human being under all that meth psychosis! But you're wrong! You can bottle shit up but I know what this is. You're after Mai because of Nata!"

"You're right! And I was gonna give you a pass knowing that you didn't know who you shot on my side and the kid was an accident too. And I killed two of your homeboys. But I didn't kill none of your rucas, fool. Only Miguel did that. I WISH I had. But Mai? She knows shit before I do."

He shook his head. "But now? You're both taking a trip to Brazil tonight...and all cause your bitch was dumb enough to try and do a coke deal with the Da Nang Boyz."

Lee looked at him with a puzzled look on his face. He only had about three seconds to even process that he meant to die. He hit the Chinese American in the face with a hard left jab and followed up with a right. As Lee staggered, Neto hit him with a hammer blow and the young Asian fell to his knees blood dripping to the ground as he busted his lip.

Lee threw a hard right jab to Neto's stomach and he had to admit it hurt. He grunted as though it only slightly fazed him and he grabbed him by the shirt and drove a knee into his stomach. Lee grappled him driving a knee into his left ribcage and threw a hard right to the jaw. He caught Neto off guard with a high kick to the chest sending the ex Sicario flying back.

As Lee brushed his blood aside he stated, "I was thinking I'd kill you today too. Truth is this is opportunity for me. It's true she needed a cheap re-up cheaper than we'd get where we're near especially with the Zeros having more control but let's just say even though Mai may not have known you were coming for her today...I knew..."

"Yeah? Who sent you, Maria? Was it Mommy? Daddy? Or abuelo?" He was making a reference to Ana, Mark and Devlin respectively.

"You should know we've had surveillance on you and yeah it's true you outsmarted us some of the time. But not always. How do you think Mark knew Miguel was coming back with a vengeance? It was all part of his plan. He's always two steps ahead."

"Yeah I bet he didn't see it going exactly like that though..." Neto snarled. "That just proves what bitches you all are. It's not enough that you'll have wires and mics on us. You'll let somebody out and know what they're doing even though you're the one that let him out! Your master is a retard, fool. Worse than me on my worst day on ice. Cause he's trying to play God. Like inventing the Devil knowing what he's gonna do to your creation."

"I aint saying Mark sent me..." Lee sneered as he threw a punch which Neto grabbed, "But I'll let him know you think he's a God. He'll be flattered!" He threw his left and he faked like he was going for Neto's face but instead hit him in the throat and Neto staggered back allowing Lee to get off a series of punches and kicks on him.

Neto rolled away from an ax kick and he kicked Lee's left back leg out. Lee cried out a bit louder than Neto thought he should have since it was just a kick to the back but he remembered he still had bad legs but even still, Neto didn't think that a shot to the back of the legs should have hurt him. Neto got to his feet, blood dripping from his lips and his left cheek as Lee had scratched him. "You picked up some new moves, huh?"

"Ana's a good teacher..." He said. "Yeah..." Neto stated. "I'll bet. I bet she 'teaches' you the same kind of shit..." He then chuckled wickedly and said, "No...can't be that...You mad it's Mark she's fuckin and not you? Let me guess. Said it'd be too much like fucking her brother. I bet that's why it's either Mark or Devlin at any given time..."

"The fuck are you talking about, dumb ass? That's the furthest thing from my mind! If you weren't such a racist I'd think you wanted to. Then again maybe that's just cause she kicked your ass."

Neto sneered. "Solo a un pedófilo le gustan las mujeres asiáticas," Lee didn't know what he said back but didn't imagine it was good.

"And I can have any woman I want..." Lee said. "Like Luna...she may be Cuban but she almost looks Mexican..."

"Looks and is are two different things. Cubanos y Cubanas think they're better than us in the US cause of the wet foot dry foot policy. But tu sabes? When they can't get to the US, it's them coming to Mexico a lot not us going there."

"You still got your ass kicked by Ana. It's amazing what you can do when you're not a junkie."

Neto snickered as they circled each other. "Yeah...keep focusing on the time she beat me. You're forgetting I flat lined her, too..? Her throat?" He grappled with Lee and threw him backwards and launched a left kick to his stomach. Lee got up only to be kicked in the face. He then proceeded to punch Lee again and again. His left fist smashed into his nose, earning a spray of blood. His right crashed into his right eye. Another left hit him in the left cheek followed by a low blow to his waist from a right.

Lee fell over coughing and Neto drove a hard left knee into his chest and bodyslammed him. He then grabbed the dropped Beretta M92F and he began to pistol whip Lee with it and his forehead bled from the first blow and with the second he did more damage. He proceeded to put the gun in Lee's mouth. "This was really meant for Mai these vallas but I can spare one for you..."

Lee noticed a bottle, specifically a Frapachino glass drink from Bean Machine. He grabbed it and smashed Neto in the face with it. Neto screamed in agony as a piece of glass got in his left eye. "ARGHHHHH! YOU FUCKIN BITCH!" Neto screamed. He dropped the pistol and Lee wasted no time. He punched Neto in the face, hitting him with a hard right then a hard left. He then kicked him in the stomach forcing him back. Neto tried to block but Lee only punched him in the abdomen instead.

Neto fell after six punches and four kicks. Lee grabbed Neto's Rifle off the aimed at his head. "I don't care if I get a green light! I already am! You're too much of a problem!" Neto writhed his feet kicking as he cursed in Spanish. He even uttered some words in Maya as well.

"You do that...you won't just be on the lista like you already are..."Neto said breathing hard. "You become priority. San Andrean vatos aint that hard up for you yet but you kill me and you'll have them, New Austin and the Arizona vatos on you. We got some San Andrean pintos doing time in Arizona too..."

He was about to shoot Neto when he heard Luna scream. One of the Vagos had her in a headlock and another took the suitcase full of money, a chola had taken it. He saw that the four Cuban nationals who had come with were dead. Lee wasted no time and began firing striking the cholo who had attacked her. He hit the man in his right arm, right leg and right ribcage. He went over to her. She had a bit of a cut on her right cheek from the cholos switchblade and the cholo had dropped a .50 Desert Eagle which he had also had to her head.

"They took our plata!" She screamed. "It's not worth it..." He said. "Let's get outta here! There's too many of them and the cops will be here soon. The feds already wanna lock me up for what we all did in Rancho. We shouldn't have come out here...Mark would have never approved of it..."

Neto ran at him with a feral rage and bit the side of his neck. Luna smacked Neto in the back of the head with the Desert Eagle. He fell forward. Lee also clubbed him in the side with the Rifle and he went to pull the trigger but it was empty. Neto was weakly crawling away. Back to the alley they were fighting in. Lee asked her to let him use the .50 and she handed it over. "

He aimed at Neto's back but was distracted by something. He had to hold his wound with his other hand. He collapsed. Luna helped Lee with his neck wound and she began to bandage him up as they had a first aid kit in the car. "Keep pressure on it!" She advised.

Link was carrying the unconscious Jimmy. "Fuck happened to him?!" He demanded. Tup was next to him.

"He got into it with the Cobra..." Link said.

"AGAIN?!" Lee said in disbelief. "We're gonna have to talk about that when we get home."

"You're one to talk, papi. You tangled with him..." Luna reminded him.

"I get the feeling Joaquin's more deadly...and you have to call me what you just did...forever..."

She gave him a playful look and a fake moan, "Aye papi!"

He went to get up and try and shoot Neto but he was gone.

Mai ran to the fallen Khoi."Daddy!" she cried getting to the wounded Hmong's side. "This is nothing..." He stated. "I will be fine..." She was having a hard time walking with her own knife wound so Clayton helped the two of them.

Just then a barrage of rounds came their way. Tup was firing to cover them as five Aztecas advanced. He hit two of them killing them was pulling the pin on a grenade as Jose and a few Aztecas advanced and he was about to throw it at the other three after Tup but a flurry of rounds from Chela hit him in the chest and the armor did stop the rounds but it fucked his aim up and the grenade landed much closer than he intended. It ended up killing a DNB member in the blast and sent him flying against a dark red Admiral. He was unconscious.

"Shit! They got Thire!" Cried Link.

Jose had his weapon pressed against the unconscious Polynesian's chin. He had him dead to rights. "What you doing, fool? Blast that motherfucker's cabeza off!" Pavo barked. Jose couldn't do it. His sense of honor wouldn't let him. "Chale. I'm not and neither are you. I want a rematch with that fool. He got the best of me last time. I'll be seeing him again. But right now wouldn't be fair. He probably has a concussion or some shit."

They listened to him but they still fired at the BSU members. Pavo tried to hit Tup but the BSU member ducked behind a black Sabre. "Fuckin flip motherfucker! I can't stand you vatos!" Tup stayed low.

The car they had arrived in was also shot to hell by the rounds exchanged but Link got Jimmy to a silver Glendale. He hotwired it with Jimmy slumped in the passenger seat. "Come on! Let's get outta here!"

Neto was in a rage. Mai and her father were safe from the Aztecas and Vagos the two dove into a black Burrito that Clayton was driving. He fired a few shots their way but the van shut the door and they sped off. He saw Lee and Paula loading into a vehicle with Link and Jimmy. He felt the rage as blood dripped down from his bad eye and a little got into his good eye and he started firing shots regardless. "HIJOLE!" He let off seven shots. The back windshield took most of them and as the car turned right three more went through the back passenger window. Two rounds narrowly missed Lee's nose and he felt the air which stopped his heart a moment.

The seventh round hit the Cuban in the right arm. She cried out in pain but they sped away. Neto's ribcage was cracked by Lee. He coughed up blood. Jose, Chela and Zorra were out of ammo for their primary weapons and were down to their sidearms which they fired at the car. Lee and his girlfriend ducked down and Jimmy did take a round in the right shoulder just as he had woken up.

Another struck him in the back. "FUCK!" Link cried out, "Hang on, buddy! We're gonna get outta this smog!"

Lee turned to the Cuban national. "You all right? I'll get that bullet out of you myself..."

"Lee...I don't feel good..."

Neto was laughing despite his injury as Gata got him to the back of a blue Hermes. "What are you laughing at?"

"I saw I hit Lee's bitch...just a flesh wound..." He started laughing even harder but groaned as it hurt. "So? That's not the same as killing her."

"I was trying to get him...I meant those vallas for Mai and her papa...but I would have settled for Lee...I hit her though..,..that's the best outcome...I wanted him and Mai dead for Nata...and that kid...puto comes around trying to kick up dust...and now his novia dies..."

"What are you talking about, carnal?" Jose asked.

Joaquin was battered and bruised and bloody but he was aware of what was going on. "Neto dipped those bullets in cyanide. She's gonna have a quick death and it's guaranteed but it's gonna be painful."

The cholos and cholas eyes widened as they realized what had happened. "He's going to watch her shake and have seizures...and there'll be NOTHING HE CAN DO!" He then passed out from the agony of his eye. "Shit we gotta get him help QUICK!"

Sunbelt, New Austin

Felix sat at a motel in Southwestern Sunbelt. He got a knock on the door. He looked to see a crate in front of the door after the knock. He took it inside and opened it. There was a letter. It was from Neto.

You mainly seem to switch guns up and you may not have a preference like Lee's shotgun tastes or Mark's CMC01 you and Task seem to have no real taste in anything specific. Me, I got the FX-05. This fucker's s a piece of your home away from home. You may not know much about that side but maybe this can keep you safe in the calles. There's also the SC-2010 but that fucker was discontinued. Try both out see which one you like more.

The weapon was a Peruvian Assault Rifle. The SC-2005 a variant of the FN FAL.

South Los Santos

Grizz was nervous completely but Abe had talked him into it. And he had even talked his father into it even though he was a non believer. They were at a Sunni mosque. Grizz had mentioned his apprehension about being anywhere near South Los Santos but Abe told him, "If anything just pray to your higher power whatever it is if you don't know what it is then pray to whatever the mystery is. Ask for help. Cause we're all sinners here..."

They had an invited guest to lead the prayer. He stared at Grizz recognizing him instantly and Grizz looked backk. The man simply said, "Allahu ackbar..." The rest repeated it as they did the shalat. In their minds they all had something they needed to make right. Abe was thinking of how as much as he loved Sakura, he had commited fornication. Though he was not a Muslim, and he was not repeating Allahu Ackbar, Kuma thought of all of his own countrymen he had killed in the civil war. Grizz was thinking about how he would make it right to his son.

When it was over they greeted the Imams and many did each other shaking hands. Grizz spotted H Bomb as they got their shoes on. "Never thought I'd be here at the same time as you. More surprised to see you up there."

H Bomb didn't respond. "Look, I'm just looking for answers from the universe...God...whatever it is...you can hate me cause of what I did and what I represent but I'm just trying to straighten my son out. And that means getting my own mind and soul right. I aint saying I'm gonna convert but i am gonna try."

Grizz had made sure to only say this when other worshipers were not in earshot. "I don't know what you want me to say, Mark. It's dangerou for you around here. And this is a house of God. Not the streets."

"But this house of God is in the streets. And I know you try and turn your life around and school the youngsters trying to get out the game even while you still in it. Yeah...I snitched. But I'm on my way out. More than you. I'm getting out of LS. You're still in the life."

"Grizz, as much as I want out of this life and I am trying to put my old ways behind me the reality is a lot of these kids aint gonna listen to me if I leave the game. Sometimes the path out is to be in it I gotta go in the river with them to stop them from drowning. I spend half my time living in Las Venturas, man cause I know the call of the streets is trying to pull me back and drag me there permanently. It almost took my brother from me. As much as I know this is an evil lifestyle...Jesus himself hung out with sinners not saints."

"So what are you first? A Muslim or a gangster?"

"I'm not perfect. But my word around here is still better than yours cause I didn't tell on nobody. But if you're asking if I would try and do something to you after the fact while you're in the area or even have one of the lil homies do it...the answer is no."

"Why not?" Grizz asked.

"Aside from the fact that I'm sure your boy is packing?" He said nodding towards Kuma. "The laws of God are higher than the laws of man. And the street code may not be within the law..the white man's law but it is a law of its own to those in it. Mostly when i kill now..I do it for a greater good. You must have heard about what Edward Vinke did to my son. I'll get my revenge. But you aint a priority. Don't get it twisted a snitch is a snitch and I can't be seen with you after today. A lot of people didn't even know you were a snitch. The black car in the pen does need to get more militant about paperwork like the Ese's and the Woods. And the Northsiders they keep the tightest program but you? You broke the laws of man and the laws of the street but if you really are on the path of repentance it would be wrong for me to interfere. I only kill for justice and in self defense. I don't believe any of the MH1's I put under was murder. That was war. But when I killed Ballas in the past,that was murder. Maybe...or maybe it was war. It's hard to tell sometimes. But to kill you would be murder. God will protect you."

Grizz sighed and then told him what his situation was with his son and how he had pretty much kidnapped him. H Bomb noticed a green lowrider riding by and a carload of gangsters from his hood. He in a heartbeat hugged Grizz to obscure their vision of Grizz. They rode by without incident only shooting a mild glance of curiosity. "I know why you did what you did and I know the system can cause us to cannibalize ourselves so the way your homie was done by the big homie was wrong. There was other ways you could have went about getting justice for him though but what's done is done and that's on you."

"So what you saying?"

"If you're trying to straighten out your son, get outta town today. TODAY you hear me? Don't try convincing your son it's right. Ask his forgiveness once you're out of state. You told me you trying to get your baby mama to go with you outta state and you reached out to your daughter? Let me go to the Carson's hood and I'll get them outta there. If you go down there you'll get lit up. You're hot right now. And it sounds like you told more people than you should about your situation."

"That's cause I don't trust Baba Yaga I aint told you what it is he did to fuck me over but you can be sure he I got him back. So as much as the streets might be dangerous I'm not any safer up in the hills. Cause even if Ivan aint trying to throw me to the wolves or something...you know that shootout that went down at the Port of LS?"

"Yeah...it was on the news. Feds are all over the Russians and now it's finna be more injunctions against Marabunta plus Carson Avenue behind that so you know what? You are putting yourself at risk but you're doing the right thing cause they're gonna be arresting more and more people from Carson Families and since your son is down with them they could get him."

"That's what I been trying to say to you!" Grizz stated."And even if Ivan aint gonna fuck me over, the Petrovic Family aint done there was still some of them alive they just ran. So I could still end up in their crosshairs..."

"Yeah...these streets have an expiration date on them. And the Bravta don't play. No matter what family it is. Look..." He pulled out a notepad and wrote down an address and he gave him some money. "Get a room at this hotel. I'll send your baby mama and your daughter. Your son...where is he?"

"He's tied up somewhere. It's gonna cause trust problems I know...but there was no way I could have got him to go with me. All that is better than him getting killed or snatched up by the feds!"

"Yeah...I agree. Give me the address where he's at and I'll bring him to the spot you're at but beyond that that's as far as I can get involved. I aint telling my brother or anybody else in the hood about this. But I'll give you one piece of advice and it's one i'm, having a hard time keeping myself...if it maks me a hypocrite so be it but I already explained why I have to stay in the game for now. Admitting I'm a hypocrite...lessens it a little."

"Just say what you gotta say, dog. We're racing against the clock!"

"You get out this game and go straight? You need to stay straight. You and me are two sides of the same coin. I could have stayed a better Muslim and just moved my family permenantly outta Davis and never allowed my kids to go back there. But my name is still good in these streets. But by the same way, you could have got outta dodge when you touched down off your twenty one years. This move you're making now? You should have done it three years ago.I'm gonna quit the game someday soon for the sake of my own family. In fact once Eddie's dead i'm done killing. But you gotta do the same. For your own family."

He then asked, "Do you think you could kill Ivan if you have to? Get the drop on him?"

"Sure. He'd beat me in hand to hand or shooting but yeah he's expecting me to be afraid of him so that I won't do nothing."

"Right but he has a lot of enemies all over town. So it could justs as easily be somebody else. I'm not saying you should but the question is..will you if you have to?"

"It aint the killing him I'd be worried about, Hassan. It'd be what came after."

"If that's true, then you're done killing. I still have Eddie to take care of business with. Ivan is your biggest enemy Maybe Scratch or Cueball if they try to stop you from getting your boy outta town but I'ma do my best to make sure they don't know where he is. But if you got nobody left to kill then you are DONE fighting. Done. You hear me?

Teranto, Canada

Paul was dressed nicer than usual he had a pair of black slacks on and a silver sports jacket over a white t shirt. Dawn wore a black blouse that looked kind of punk rockish in design with a Gothic style cross even though she wasn't Christian in it and she wore a silver miniskirt. "You ready?" He asked her with a grin that he felt was probably corny. To her, she loved his smile. He didn't smile often enough and that was something many women had thought about him but she wanted to make him smile more and she knew he loved her smile a lot. Paul usually scowled and she usually cried or sulked alone when upset but tonight was not about that.

She smiled right back at him her teeth as white as his but far more perfect as he had a few teeth that were crooked from fights just in the front but people had liked his smile regardless of it being crooked mostly because it added character and it was better than his scowl. "Ready, papa..." She said taking his hand.

Papa, huh? He thought with a bigger smirk. It wasn't the same as being called papi the way Mexican women did and he wasn't sure he'd want to be called daddy the way black women did their men but papa was different. It reminded him of the old style Noire days of how women talked. Like an Andrew Sisters song. "Let's paint this town red..." She said taking his hand. "But not too red," She said with a wink.

Papa, don't you blow your top.

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That's it for this chapter so Ivan failed to kill Grisha as did Markovich and do you think Grisha got Kenny? As for the scene with Lee and his woman I wanna thank Zilla for that one letting me off her.

This chapter's end was not a cliffhanger it's just a prelude to the date Paul and Dawn will be going on that I didn't have time to write. It's kind off a tone setter if anything.

As for Abe, and Kuma they're going to have to make a choice I mean Abe obviously does not want to follow in his father's footsteps and for Kuma, he wants to help Ivan find his own father. Truthfully, that's all he wants to do and then he wants to be done with the feels he owes his father for the help he gave during the Ethiopian Civil War. I needed a filler conversation for Grizz, Abe and Kuma so I thought why not do that I'e touched up on the conversation of Africans as opposed to African Americans but in different ways before.

As far as Markovich's plan it won't impact the story of New Arcadia cause it gets disrupted next chapter.

Though it wasn't done exactly the same way, Neto's eye being cut is based on when Tobias Beecher cut Schillinger's eye in the first season of Oz.

And Lee and Khoi were suposed to meet but didn't so it's one of those things where they may have even seen each other during the course of the fight but they were too focused on fighting.

I tried to think of something to stoke Tup's rage and I think the BSU in prison would have done that.

I wanted to show more of Packie's trial and I still will but I just figured I should show something of him and also there is still something I need to show probably next chapter in a flashback that he did for Stanford it will involve some major cannon character deaths.

That's all for now stay Corona Free people!