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.

80. J Cat

Blaine County

"For Christ sake Ed take this seriously. I could get put in the hat just for being here and not dealing with you..."

"You're welcome to try, wood..." Stated Eddie with a sneer./

"You know it isn't about that. The point is you shouldn't be in this state anymore. I don't know what you're trying to accomplish. You got enough money and whatever revenge you want on th system for your two brother or against the niggers...that's over. You tried but you went too far with them. Christ it's one thiung to kill them but that video you made with that bitch from the Families was sick. Same with that Filipina slant. I draw the line at rape."

"You know what your problem is, Bern? You think we're white nationalists instead of white gangsters. I got no illusions about the system, man but you and me put money above principals. It might be true I do get a little rough with the ladies but it worked for our caveman ancestors didn't it? And you're pussy whipped got a wife instead of being a free man. Women change their minds about consent mid way into fuckin. Is that fair to us? Hell no it aint, They talk about their consent. What about my consent to not have blue balls? No...you don't get in the ring if you don't wanna go all the way. Men don't always feel like going out there and working to bring home the bacon we do plenty we don't wanna do for these broads. So even if a woman doesn't wanna fucklin spread her legs she should cause we do plenty of shit they want that we don't. Besides...one in four women fantasize about beoing raped. And quite a lot of women come when it happens. The way I see if they come...it aint rape."

"That's bullshit."

"Is it? Cause when a woman molests a man or aboy and trust me it happens more than you think...my fuckin aunt did that to me and my dick was hard. They said I can't be raped if I was hard. That's what a lot of gashes say. Feminist ones especially. So either being aroused is consent or it aint."

"It doesn't matter Vinke. You got a lot of money. You have enough to live comfortably somewhere else. Maybe even start your own empire again. It just can't be anwhere in San Andreas. And if you ever managed to end up on the laws radar again I suggest you go out blazuing caiuse if you were to end up in the federal sydste you'd get hit too."

"I aint running, Bern. I'm staying right here. You and me are brothers and while my crew may have jumped ship for me all the MH1's I still got the Cracked Wood on my side...a lot of those boys inside they weren't chomos or snitches they just had gambling or dope debts. Maybe they mouthed off to the wrong wood but since we got a no hands policy they got removed harshly from the yard and what that does is create people sick of our own cars self devouring rules. We aint any better than the Vagos with that. And the Rifas are even worse. Woods, northern and southern Ese's we're all dumb. With this only the Others and the blacks got any common sense."

"Yeah but they also don't check paperwork or deal with chomos the way our car does. You know what you did...and now there are shooters out there looking for ya. Noit just in this state but in bordering states. I'm lucky I haven't been hit."

"You know...Cobb did it too..." Grinned Eddie his blue eyes getting smaller until they were just blue slits. "You could probably hit him for it since you don't got the alls to deal with me yourself..."

"Hey like I said your family was good to me and my family in the old days but you've fuckin lost it, Ed."

"You know what I think, Dillinger? It might not even be that you're a coward. You won't kill me because even though you're disgusted with what Ido you know that before a lot of the politicking rules were put in place in our state you know that a lot of what I was doing wasn'tr as condemned when we were young. And you figure even if yopu never did that you're part of that old generation of Wood that didn't respect women so it'd be more guilt by association. Or maybe you're just afraid that if you kill me yo might be seen as loyal for now but down the line the machine may decide that it's gotta be you who gets killed next. That's what happens ya know. It aint just regular woods on the yards that get thrown away. The Vanguard kills each other. It's all ego. I'm the last of the original family to start the Vanguard and the've thrown me away like yesterday's garbage. But I'm on the streets. I can go to their houses and fuck their wives and their daughters. And I will as long as they're 18 or older..." He said with an evil grin.

"What the fuck do you expect to get out orf this?!"

"I don't think that far ahead anymore, Vern. Me and my brother used to plan for years about schemes and look where it got us. One dead one dead to me. And I got an extra five to six years in the pen when that was all said and Vanguard has no real muscle on the streets without street crews or big fish like us. You got MH1 and I got the Driftwoods. The average soldier under us don't gotta know that we're working together. You and me know that. And at the end of the day you are planning on taking credit for my killing anyway even though we both know I'll be down in Mexico. But I aint going until I get more of what's coming to me. That guy Trevor Phillips has his men watching out to kill me doesn't like what I did to G Note either and what he don't realize is a lot of those rednecks under him end up serving us anyway when they go inside. Trevor don't think long term about if he ever gets inside."

"That crazy fucker will never let himself be taken alive"'

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"Anyone can get taken alive if the pigs do it smart. They got me six years ago. And I did all my time no early release no 85%.It could have been life. But Trevor Phillips doesn't think about what happens if he ever gets inside. He's crazy. Might even give me a run for my money but he can't survive alone in there. He'd either be the king of a PC yard with all the other weirdos including the J Cats or he'd be programming with us. Something tells me Trevor is too stupid forhis own good either way so he'd probably just be killed and that would be all there was to it. Don't matter if you know Jujitsu in there. If five men come at you with shanks you're done."

"You sound like you almost still believe in the program..." Dillinger stated.

"I believe in what it could have been. But I saw a lot of Vanguard brothers betraying their own principals for dope and money long before I ever did anything even my brothers wouldn't approve of...shit...my oldest brother...you remember how he was. He fucked dead people!"

"Yeah and he'd never be able to program on a general population yard either in this day and age if he got arrested for it but somehow most people would still consider raping a live girl and killing her to be more fucked up than fuckin a corpse."

"You know the only difference between a struggle snuggle and necrophilia is just five minutes, right?" Eddie smirked.

The sound of automatic fire filled the house and the two men ducked down. At least twenty three rounds from an AJK-47 had been fired. "Stay down!" Bernie growled before readying his Beretta and ripping the door open. Eddie was right behind him with his Glock 17. There was a red Cavalcade rolling by and and African American wearing a purplebeanie and a burgandy bandanna was leaning with a Browning 9mm as he fired at them. The two men returned fire and hit the man in the chest with five rounds in total and he fell out of the window.

Vern saw a gangster also holding a sawed off shotgun and he fired at the man who fired at Eddie as he was going after the wounded Baller who had fallen out. Two shots from the M93R hit the Baller in the side and he retreated back into the vehicle and Eddie, even as he took a few shards of glass to the face and two pellets hit his right shoulder he fired his Glock back seven times and at least two of the rounds hit the man with the sawed off.

The Baller that was driving and the Baller with the AK were still in the fight and the tires screeched and the rest of the thirty round magazine, just another seven rounds came flying back at all of them. They grabbed the wounded Baller and Bern shoved him into the trunk the silver Peyote and the Baller didn't have the strength to resist or try and escape. "You better hope you bleed out in there, nigger! Or else you're gonna be in a world of pain!"

The manager came out brandishing a shotgun, a red haired brown bearded white man of about five ten with gray eyes wearing a Blaine County Radio t shirt and an American flag hat with blue jeans and he had a Renington 1100. "Elmer! You get your ass back inside and call 911! We're the victims here! And you don't say a fuckin word to anybody about us being here! You know I know where you work and I can get to you any time..."

There were two of Bern's men dead from the driveby and he wiped the fingerprints off the gun. He put them in the hands of the dead men and then let it fall from their grasp to let their prints get on it and he made sure their fingers touched not only the gun but the trigger and had them fire off a few before letting the gun fall so that they had gunshot residue.

He made a call as he and Eddie began to drive out of there. "We can't stay here. If the niggers figured out where we are then the Vanguard's hitters can too. Eddie growled as he kept pressure on his gunshot wound using the bandanna to keep pressure as he stayed ducked down. "You know what I think, Benie? I don't think they knew where I was. This is Blaine County. You know ever since the Mexicans drove out of a lot of the Ballas and Families a lot of Families dropped their flags. And a lot of the civilians went home to the south. Started attending HBC's to not be street statistics but the Ballas from South Central moved out here. That's why South Central's murder rate dropped and it increased out here."

"Yeah well wherever those monkeys go there's gonna be crime. What's your point?"

"The O'Neill Brothers would do business with them a few years back. The Ballas have some friends out here that are local. Besides...they are our enemies out here. They're the competition for the speed trade so you can blame it on me but those were your boys outside and I kept a low profile."

"What the fuck, Ed you're saying this is my fault?!" Growled Bernie as Eddie handed him his cell phone and he got Cobb on the phone. "It sure the hell aint mine..." He rasped. "For all you know they were gunning for you. I checked in under an assumed name just like we talked about. Nobody saw me. It was 2AM. But you came here in broad daylight to see me. Any one of them could have seen you and called in their crew to come after you. And you know there's an APB out on me for what I did to our enemies. My face is in the news. So this time for once...you might be right. I can't leave town yet. That's when they'll be most likely to get me."

"You wanna stay here?!"

"In another town, yeah. It's the only smart play. Fugitives often get caught when they try to run so I'm staying put. And I'll have some of our guys...maybe somebody new that the Ballas don't know yet...bring me food, dope, whatever I need. Guns...as much as my plan worked with that fucker H Bomb I'm a realist. I won't get that lucky again even with the Davis PD on our side. We can't afford to have the Loony Block boys finding me. I haven't got jmy army built up for a defense or an offense yet."

"After you make your stand...take out H Bomb/...whatever the fuck you wanna do then are you gonna get outta here? Cause this is gonna start to come back and bring heat down on the Vanguard. See even if I got caught by the cops and then I got oput in the hat cause I was with you when they caght me...anybody tied to me would be locked up and they'd just crack down harder on the AV and make it harder for us to do anything. Anything you and me do from here on out...if we get caught...they'll put our brothers under a microscope."

"Your brothers...not mine anymore. The only brother still with the Vanguard is you. On some level they all gotta know that. They gotta know that my family looked after you and yours. They would have to know that killimng me wouldn't be easy for ya."

"Yeah but brotherhood comes first. If you were gonna do what you did...why did you have to fuckin send it to the Families?!" DemandedBern.

"Psychological warfare. Cuckoldry. Take your pick."

"Cuckoldry is usually consentual..."

"Maybe nowadays but historically, nah. See I know how you think you don't like it when they fuck our women or when there's any mixing. Me, I'm just a simple gy I love pussy. But it is a fact nowadays that even though the brothers can get a lot of white women willingly, they do rape our women more than we rape theirs. G Note may not have been the girlfriend of any one Loc in the pond but I'm sure a lot of her boys in her hood fucked her. Probably other sets did too. So in a way they all could have been her boyfriend if they wanted to be more than just someone she 'hit the skins' with..." He said with a twisted grin. "But the last thing they ever got to see was me fucking their tight little queen in a way they'll never get to. You've never truly fucked a woman, Bern...until you kill her after."

"You need many years of psychological help. And when I say years I don't mean ten. I mean ten lifetiumes."

"But think about it...sex and death is similar in a lot of ways. A relase of blood and semen...to me...I'd consider it ideal if I could bring a woman back to life after I fucked and killed her...just so I could do it all over again..."

"Then you better hope your Valhalla is real and not heaven..." Bern replied. "Cause you'll get to do all that there but if it's heaven and hell you're going to hell..."

Eddie got a beaming smile on his face. "Say Bern...I know hell is integrated...but do you think heaven is?" There was a thump in the trunk before Bern could answer and they pulled over. Bern saw that the wounded gangster was still alive. He took a mauve bandanna from his pocket and he punched him in the face and he then proiceeded to die his hands. He put his bandanna in his mouth. "If you make anymore noise, I don't care if it's a scream or a thump i'll cut your fuckin tongue out. You understand?" The Baller spat in his face and Bern punched him in the face again breaking two teeth and he gagged him.

They were on the road again and Bern made that call. "Cobb! I got a liscense plate number!" He recited it to him and then he said, "Get the BC Sheriff's Department out and get those two assholes. Then have them meet you and the boys from Davis and you take care of it."

"I got it brother. We'll handle it."

Neto

He shook his head. "No puedo imaginar tener tan poco orgullo racial que me enamore de una pelirroja. Un agente de la FIB en eso. No importa qué batallas gane Marcus Roman, él seguirá perdiendo incluso en su propia vida. Por alguna razón, la mujer blanca es la verdadera debilidad de los mayates. Tenemos algunos Raza que también les gustan, pero nunca los adoramos como lo hacen. Y cuando veas la raza con ellos, esa misma raza no se peleará con sus hombres mientras follan a sus perras. Ser mayate es un mundo de odio a uno mismo. La verdadera BGA nunca saldría con una bollila. Esos criollos son otra cosa. Al menos Lee puede decir que es de sangre pura."

Joaquin, chuckling, stated, "Yeah but what about that vato Redwood?"

"Sequoya..." Neto began using the Spanish word for Redwood but that he felt was more respectful of paul's heritage since it also referreed to a Cherokee man who had made the Cherokee alphabet and it sounded better than just saying paul was a red wood even though the origins of who gave him that nickname wad disputed, he was by no means a peckerwood and the Natives who called him that preferred it in the context of saying he was Indigtenous and tall like the redwood trees rather than his biracial heritage. "Loves his madre. But that's about it. He doesn't got any love for the gueros either. That's good enough for me. Even if he is a mutt. He's a loyal mutt."

"But he walked away from La Onda, homes..." Culebra said. "He's on disregard status at the very least..."

"If you ever want to be a carnal you should know something, wey...that rule about death for walking away is almost never practiced. We let it leak out to the SADC that he dropped out but hasn't snitched or debriefed. I doubt it would keep the FIB and other jura agencies off his ass but it might. If he's not Onda though they have no reason to have eyes on him in connection to us. I made a deal with him when I visited. A deal the carnales set up. He'll hook us up with drug connections from the northern border. And there's no green light on him for leaving. On top of that I can still get homies to back him up when he needs it. If he needs it."

"I don't need to be a carnal...I don't know if that's the life I want. I'm down for mi varrio. And the south side alliance but that's as far as I'm willing to take it."

"Tienes habilidades de liderazgo, ese. Alguien como usted tiene el poder de mantenerse fuera de prisión y aún así asegurarse de que tengamos poder en las calles y las cárceles."

(You got leadership skills, ese. Somebody like you has the power to keep out of prison and still make sure we have power on the streets and the prisons.)

Culebra noticed something. "Stay right there..." He checked his cell phone and pressed the screen several times. "Got a problem..." He grabbed his .45 and walked out of the house. He spotted a black van down the street. He put on a silencer. "I'm gonna sneak around to that motherfucker..." Culebra stated. "You just charge at him and he'll panic and start the van up..."

"That'll give him time to get away..." Neto stated. Culebra shook his head. "No it won't just follow my lead. You're in the elites of gangsters, all right? But I was in the elites when it comes to the military...'"

Neto began to apptroach the van. Inside was a Chicano with gelled spiked hair wearing a t shirt advertising the band the Killswitch Engage and who had a setptum piercing widened his eyes as he saw the ex Zapatista coming towards him. He started up the van and before he could pll off the glass shattered in the right passenger side.

He was taken by surprise and distracted from both Neto and now Culebra. Culebra opened the dootr putting the .45 to his face. Neto opened up the rest of the van and they saw two more men inside. They were also Chicanos but they looked like they had little to no testesterone just like the driver. "What is this a Justin Bieber concert?' Neto chuckled. Joaquin fired a round into each of the passengers killing them instantly and the driver panicked. He tried to reach for his Glock 19 but Neto slammed his head against the steering wheel.

"That's a lot of high tech gear for a few rockers, homes. You'd swear you putos were FIB but then I don't think any of the three of you could get through the basic training. i don't see you doing any pushups."

Joaquin got in the back with Neto and pressed the hot barrel to the cheek of the Chicano driver. "Drive..."

He screamed in pain as it scorched his skin. He took it away and said, "You might as well own up to it. We know you're with the BSU..."

Neto nodded and said, "Smart. Using Raza in our neighborhood. Thinking we won't notice..."

"Why do you even need surveillance vans on us? We know you'e been using drones and you've been using telephone lines to do it. You don't even have to be here..."

The man didn't answer. Joaquin fired another shot and it was next to his ear and despite the silencer it made his ear ring. "I don't have the tools with me off hand to get you properly motivated so I'll keep it simple. You're gonna tell me what you know or we're gonna use this shit on your pinga..." He threatened to burn him with it. "And I got at least three mags for this. By the time I'm done burning it you'll be begging me to shoot it off and put you outta yor misery. Don;t test me, fool."

"All right!" Cried the BSU member. "There's one in Vespucci Beach...one on 49th street..." Culebra pistol whipped him breaking his nose. He had tears of pain in his eyes and he cried out. "Sorry...that was just a knee jerk reaction to you telling me we're being spied on in my varrio too...go on..."

"There's...th...t...there's one in Mirror Park, one..like we said here in Rancho...got one in Davis around 155th street...one in El Burro Heights..."

Neto demanded, "How many more, pocho?!" He dug his thumbnail into his open face woun and he cried out in pain. "There probably is more! But those are the only ones I know about! If you keep fuckin with me I'm gonna crash!"

He sighed as they drove north through Rancho. "How did you fools get the powerlines set up? You had to have come out here before that hijo de puta patrick came right?'

"My friend Eric he works in construction all right? He stole a crane. I don't know any Patrick, man!"

"Where does this Eric live?"

"He lives on campus."

They began to drive to University of Los Santos. They drove in silence and Neto asked him for the dorm number. He got it and he shook his head. He instructed Culebra, "Keep this boboso babysat. Any moves you don't like pop him in the melon. I'm gonna go see about your friend. This Eric..."

He walked to the dorm and knocked. A Mexican man opened the door and he had light brown skin and a buzz cut and wore a black t shuirt and blue jeans. Neto stated, "Hey man I'm here on behalf of your friend..."

"Who?"

"The one with the van. You know me...Neto..." Before the Mexican American cold make a move, Neto punched him and with a one hitter quitter he was unconscious. He stepped inside shutting the door. He then began to raid his fridge finding a few beer bottles. He poured it on the unconscious man and he began to carry him to make it seem like he was just drunk.

"Come on, pocho...let's get you some coffee..." As he walked out with him over his shoulder a few college students noticed and the smell. Neto chuckled heartily. "My brother's had a few too many. Mama's looking for him. Gotta get him sober before he gets home..."

They turned away and he got him to the van. They began to drive back to Rancho. After a while Eric woke up. "Good, princessa...you're awake. Now if you want to live you gotta do what we say or else we cut your throats. You did some installing of devices that makes it very hard for me and mi companeros to do business without big broher lisening in. You probably don't even know Mark Roman but because of your BSU ties, you go roped into the war."

Eric responded in a gruff voice. "You fuckin putos killed Lyle, man! You killed a lot of our friends! Being in a gang is fuckin gay! All you fuckin cholos..." Joaquin socked him in the mouth with a hard left. Neto told him, "There's more at stake than you or your fuckin gang of college putos, entiendes? This is the real mundo. Not that college safe space shit where you poncho faggots call each other Latinx...that gay shit...no...this is bigger. The BSU are under the influence of some serious vatos that got it out for me. So whatever fuckin work you did as a favor to them in the last several weeks you're gonna undo."

Eric growled, "Man fuck you guys! You kill your own gente then you act like I fucked up?" Joaquin slammed his head against the wall of the van. "Eric..." He stated matter-of-factly. "You're not being cooperative..."

"Look, I used a fuckin crane from the lift at my job, man! I wasn' even suppodsed to do that but I was approached by somebody,...they paid my supervisor or at least talked to em to let me do it. Really it was a legit job too I thought it was just another day! These powerlines in the barrio are always fuckin up."

Neto demanded the address to his worksight. He gave it to him and he drove. They pulled up tweny minutes later and Neto put on a blac ski mask and handed a blue bandanna to Eric. "You migh no like gangs even though you're in one already but you're a cholo today...we're gonna go and get the key outta the foreman's office and we're gonna take that thing outta there!"

They went up to the office after hopping the fences. "We're not supposed to be here, man...and the office is locked up..." Neto fired a shot into the glass window and an alarm went off. They went and grabbed the key. They go into the NAG crane which had a ladder as well. They began to drive out but Neto addressed Culebra on the headset, "Hey I need you to create a distraction. One that'll keep the juras off my ass while we take care of business."

"It's gonna be a lot of cops for just me. I'm a Seal not Impotent Rage, bro."

"Just get it done. We want to get your hood out from being watched right?"

Joaquin saw the police coming. He pulled out his Glock 18 and he fired out the window. "You drive, college boy or that's your ass!" Culebra warned the BSU member. The police officers fired back at him and he struck the passenger, a Caucasian with wavy brown hair and violet eyes. He struck the man nine times in the vest with three going through and the man fell against the window and his upper arm landed on the broken glass window severing his brachiel artery.

He then pointed the gun at the BSU member. "All of you fuck off or this piece of shit gets it!" He roared.

The African American male in his early thirties driving the car, called out to his partner, "Abe! Hang in there, man!" He looked at the wound to his arm however and knew there was nothing he could do.

"I got a black Burrito headed west off Richman Street. Two Latino males one suspect and one hostage.

Joaquin also had an AA-12 along. "You're fuckin crazy, man! Killing cops? You're fucked! And you're trying to drag me down with you!"

Even as bullets came crashing back at the van hitting some of the gear causing sparks, he remained calm in a manner in whiuch he made the BSU member very uncomfortable. "You're part of a gang that kills cops. Maybe not all BSU do that but you're part of people that do. Even if you don't kill like Romanos do you're like a 70's cliqua. With some killers but most not doing dirt. That's dangerous when you go against people like us."

"I aint going down for no cop killing, man! You better get us outta here!"

Joaquin fired out the window striking a police officer an Afro Belizean male in the side as the squad car was alongside. "I thought pigs don't do drive by's!" Joaquin called out. "Thought you don't like em!" He hit the man in the right arm blowing it in half at the elbow with the slug an he fired again hitting him in the ribcage just under his ped.

He aimed for his partner, a Chicano police officer with spiky jet black hair and 5 o clock shadow and brown eyes who was in his mid forties. He struck the officer in the right ribcage as well and the car swerved.

"How you doing out there, N?" Asked Culebra as he ducked back into the vehicle as they had some distance between themselves and the next four squad cars behind them.

Neto was watching Eric work on the one in Vespucci Beach. "We're good, homes! You able to keep those pigs off of you? Cause I need you to keep that noise up as long as you can..."

"Yeah I gotcha, jefe. But try and hurry cause I don't want them pulling up on me with Sniper teams."

Neto began to have them head to the next one."

He finally finished and Neto began to drive them to the next one. He got Joaquin back on the phone. "By the way homie you may need to get rid of that don't wanna get caught up in that fuckin thing either way!"

"Hey, you want me to keep these juras off us right? It'll be harder to do if they see me and this piece of shit bail into another carucha, wey!"

"Just do it somewhere they don't see you! You still got masks on. Get to one of those park and ride places! There's one in Little Kyoto!"

He hung up and Joaquin did as he was told and he pulled into a park and ride and got out and forced the young Chicano to work on getting the car broken into. The cops rolled by outside and the pulled up just as theey were getting in. Joaquin kept his handgun trained on the BSU member as they drove.

"How are we supposed to get out of this shit alive?!" Demanded the rival. Joaquin watched as the van went up in an explosion. He fired and struck another police officer as the rival drove the red Oracle as they sped down San Andreas Avenue. He hit the officer in the right side of the neck. He didn't get a look at the officer's race or gender but he knew he had ended them.

He then had him turn down a back alley just off NE Okinawa Street. He ordered him, "Get out and strip. This is how we're gonna get out of here. i bought us some time. You're putting on my clothes and I'll put yours on..."

"What are you talking about, man? You think I'm stupid? You're gonna try and frame me for this shit?" Joaquin aimed at his crotch. "Get undressed. You're gonna take my cuete...and you're gonna say you overpowered me it aint abot framing you. The'll say they believe you and tell you to drop the gun. So you'll get ready to do that...they'll let you go once you tell them your side of shit. When they get me in the back of a car that's when I'll escape..."

As he got down to his boxers and took his shirt off the BSU member growled, "You expect me to fall for that shit?!"

Joaquin got his own clothes off but then as he did he was tackled and Joaquin pretended to struggle and he did but kept the twwoof them standing but he feigned weakness enough tolet the BSU member grappl;e with him as if it was at all an even match. He let him think it was. The sirens sounded and several squad cars pulled up and Joaqun fell over and let go of the handgunand he held onto it and he was already falling as the officers got out and gave a warning to drop the gun.

Not long after they had ordered him todoit he started to try and drop it but they saw that movemenyt as possibly him turning to fire and six shots rang out. The BSU member fell over hit by every shot. Four in the chest one in the stomach and one in the back as he fell. "You all right?" Asked the officers.

"Yeah..." Stated Joaquin weakly. "He took me at gunpoint...he had a friend...took another ride...with my friend...he was gonna try and switch clothes with me...and make it seem like I kidnapped him! He said something about me holding a gun tohis head while he had as gun in the back of his belt. I just took mu chance when we were changing...he almost...if you officers..."

"It's all right..." Stated the Chicano officer who had fired the fatal shots. "You're safe now...we're gonna get you checked out and just ask you some questions..."

Meanwhile Neto had finally had him dismantle all the devices from each powerline in each neighborhood. He brought him to Rancho again. This part of Northern Rancho was a primarily paisa street as opposed to Chicano. There were several witnesses on the streets some just getting home. A couple walking their dog out to use the bathroom. He also happened toknow that the cameras that had been damaged by some of the pee wee Aztecas who had used tehm for target practice. Of course twoof them were off to SAYA on charges for it but it had sered its purpose.

He shoved the BSU member out into the street. "You served your purposes..." He aimed his piece at him and fired striking Eric in the right eye killing him instantly. He turned to a Guatemalan couple walking outside. "Both of you pollitas...go to your casa and get something to clean this shit up. This is mi varrio..." They froze. "MUERVETE CHAPINES!" He growled and they did and they brought the dog back and came out with cleaning products for the brain matter.

He got a garbage bag from inside a nearby dumpster in front of some apartments and he emptied out the trash bag and tehen began to put the man in the bag. "¿No es mejor cuando nos unimos para mantener el vecindario limpio de basura?"

(Isn't it better when we come together to keep the neighborhood clean from trash?)

He whistled and three Aztecas came over. "Get rid of this..." The Aztecas nodded. No questions were asked and they took his dead body and put it in the back of a dark blue Glendale. "Put the word around the varrio. And anywhere there's Aztecas in the city. Any Raza that's down with BSU anybody you see with this fucker's placaso has a luz verde on them."

"They're just some white boys in in college what do we care about them fools?" Asked an Azteca wearing a dark blue t shirt and jeans shorts with a black ponytail who was of Guatemalan descent. Neto told him, "They aint a threat in this state but these fools are renforcing some chavalas out of state. It's more of a problem for the carnales in the federal pen but still homie. It's real simple. We got gente slinging on campuses too. Any BSU fuckers you see get stabbed shot, beaten but especially if they're raza. Pochos gotta get put down hard if they run with BSU."

"You think we can get those bitches to stop rolling with them? They aint even a real gang, ese...they're just some rockers, man. We gonna green light every brown rocker?"

"No. Just anybody down with BSU. This puto helped the BSU get intel on us and all our varrios. For some outta state people..."

"What kinda outta state people?" Asked a cholo in a pounders jersey. Neto grabbed him by by the colllar. "What's with the twenty questions pendejo? Am in the carnal or you?"

The other two nodded but he also thought about it. Even though he had to lash ouit and be harder with his injured eye he knew not to draw the line. He let go of the jeersety and said, "Let's just say.. FIB. And some other government agencies. BSU are just glorified snitches."

"Orale homes..." Stated the cholo inb the jersey. "But there's some of them in the pen that run resident que no? They dropped that BSU shit at the gate."

"We'll still let them do that..." He stated. "It doesn't extend to the pen just the calles. We thin them out out here where they're strongest. Inside, they gotta get with the program even if they run resident. That means if we ask them to smash another BSU joto or getstabbed themselves."

They began to drive off. Before long, Neto got out of there too and met up with Joaquin.

Neto shook his head. "He might not like it but that Austinita's loyalties are mixed. We do what we gotta do either way."

Mai

Lowrider Envy

Mai was driving down the Western Highway feeling all kinds of emotions. She had the death of Cherry still fresh in her mind and nothing but anger that she hadn't gotten revenge and now she had learned of what had transpired with Mark and his wedding. Last she'd heard he had been arrested. Plus she knew Lee was in pain oer what had happened too and she'd heard through the grape vine he wanted to see her. The truth was she wanted to see him too and while nothing was stopping her as opposed to Ana telling Lee not to come see her, a fact Mai resented but had kept silent about while ghosting Ana for weeks, there was nothing stopping Mai from going to see him other than her workload.

The truth was, even though Mai did not trust her own boss or Karen for that matter, she did at least consider him the lesser of two evils. Right now, even though Mai was in a state of despair, she was avoiding the problems with New Arcadia for the time being just because she couldn't handle the problems she had now plus the problems in New Arcadia but she knew she was going to have to go to Red Stick soon to be part of the team that took down one of the cells that had been handed to them.

She stopped at her mother's place. Her mother greeted her and fixed her some tea.

"Bạn đã từng ngồi thiền chưa?" She asked.

(Have you been doing your meditations?)

"Không có mẹ. Tôi đã không có thời gian."

(No mother. I haven;t had the time)

Her mother didn't accept that. "Bạn đang nói với tôi rằng bạn quá bận rộn để làm sạch tâm trí và thở? Nếu điều này là đúng, bạn nên nghỉ hưu như cha của bạn."

(You're telling me you're too busy to just clear your mind and breathe? If this is true you should retire like your father.)

"Tại sao bất kỳ vấn đề này? Tôi không sao cả. Bạn biết một số người sống cả đời và họ không bao giờ thiền định và họ vẫn cố gắng sống một cuộc sống trọn vẹn..." Mai replied.

(Why does any of this matter? I'm fine either way. You know some people do live their whole lives and they never meditate and they still manage to live a full life.)

"Those people are lost..." Stated her mother. "We need spirituality to get through life. Even your father's belief system...while I don't believe in it...he's allowed to be both Catholic and Buddhist since Buddhism doesn't have a deity..."

"Yeah but we believe in reincarnation. That goes against the bible...come to think of it having those two religions taught to me is a lot of why I'm confused. Plus you two were from opposite sides of the country..."

"You know...I may be for peace now...but what your father may not have told you is...we were on opposite sides of the war. I did participate."

"You? You never mentioned this..."

"There was never a reason to. I meant to tell you but it was never the right time and I didn't know if it mattered."

"How..."

"We first met on opposite sides of a battle. The Tet Offensive. We were both there. I was fighting against the Americans and he was fighting with them. He was a beautiful man...and I think he must have thought the same thing. I had a Rifle...and I was picking off American soldiers. But I was trying to not shoot Vietnamese soldiers...even though they were on the wrong side...or maybe I just thought he was that handsome..."

"I can't believe this..." Mai said. "And then he worked with the other side a bit towards the end and with the Agency...all this time I've wondered where his loyalty was and I never even thoght to check yours..."

"I prefer peace. But that doesn't mean I won't fight when I hae to. Your father...he retired and it's good that he did because he didn't know what he was fighting for in the end. And now with that gang he started in the 80's. It's funny. It started off as a mostly Vietnamese thing but there was always Filipinos even from the start but really he recruited them. They try and take credit for it and being the IAA covert man he is...he let them but he was the true brains behind the DNB. And now there are more Filipinos than Vietnamese. But we should not be involved in that...I...have an idea of what you and him are up to these days. He has assured me it is for national security..."

Mai nodded. "It is, mama. We're just doing what we can to make this country and other countries safe. I can't talk about it and I don't always agree with what we have to do but...it's worth it..."

"You know...you always were telling me in college when you were with those white feminists how you never wanted to get married and how it is part of the patriarchy, to be expected to marry. But we still have our culture and our values are not the same as theirs...but maybe you have a point you should have the freedom not to marry. But for me...the Viet Cong put an end to child marriages that many women were forced into as children. I don't regret fighting. Other Buddhists set themselves on fire. I knew I could be of more use if I fought. When I met your father and he met me...we knew that our days with the war were done. But he fought secretly in other wars. I wante him to come home and be done but I understand it is his way."

"Some day he will retire, mama. And so will i. Maybe not cause of marriage but something...I just don't know what it is yet..."

Her mother smiled at her. "Đó là một điều kỳ lạ. Một nhân viên IAA không biết cô ấy muốn trở thành gì."

(That is a strange thing. An IAA agent who does not know what she wants to be.)

She soon bid her farewell and began to drive and the song Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd played. Mai smiled and cranked it up. Her mother and father, having come to America in the 70's had liked classic rock songs and even in Vietnam they had gotten to hear it and both had expressed a desire to see somebody from their country, perhaps somebody who did both English and Vietnamese songs blow up to be as big as western bands. The funny thing however, was that though Mai liked Pink Floyd her mother only liked one song the song Hey You.

Mai, however, related to this song completely.

Hello? Hello? Hello?

Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home?
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?

She had a rolled up blunt which she had purchased from a smoke shop. Wedding Cake was the strain. She began to smoke, needing to forget her troubles for the time being.

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb

She saw a call from Lamar but she didn't pick up. "I'm busy..." She growled as if saying it would make the phone shut up when she knew it wouldn't. She fumbled with the phone to hit it and send him to voicemail.

Okay
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more, ah
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb

Mai was driving for about an hour wanting to fall asleep at the wheel but she knew she couldn't. Lamar's number prompted her to pick up. "Yeah?"

"Eh, wassup? When are people gonna grasp the new order of things? When? I mean ya'll treat me with the silent deference I deserve but when is it goin' catch on? Works for you...shit I need you and some other obedient motherfucker to take on the ball aches."

Mai sighed. "Lamar...child...it's not that we're silent. We're not a bunch of mutes. We just can't get a word in edge wise with you. With Lester he's just so fuckin weird but he's smart and not listening to what he says means missing details. With Trevor he's entertaining. Crazier than Chris Formage but entertaining."

"Why you gotta be like that? Now look one of you's sniping one of you is on the ground. I'll call you when you're in La Mesa."

She sighed. "Only a two person job this time huh? Well that complicates things..." She had to think to decide on who her second would be

Packie

Liberty City

2013

He stared at the AV member as the latter took a cigarette drag. "It's really simple, Patrick. Your brother is in a jam. He needs you to help him out and the only way to do that is to do what he's asking. That's how his debt gets forgiven."

"A fuckin gambling debt? Are you serious? He's with the Vanguard now!"

"You think that keeps him outta paying what he owes? He's a brother in good standing aside from that."

"Then I'll put the money on his books! Or I'll wire them the money whoever he owes."

"Don't work like that. He needs to pay his own way outta this one and if you wanna help him do it this way is better and besides he's already had his alloted money for canteen this month so he can't exactlyt use that to pay it off either. It's already spent."

He blew smoke and then said, "Besides this is another way to prove yourself to us. If you should ever end up in prison you'll have backup. It aint like San Andreas where whites got a lot of control inside and you don't even have to e a made guy you just have to represent who you are. Out here being AV is the only way you don't end up a pin cushion. Or have to be in a nigger gang or a spic gang."

"Hey enough of that shit, pal! I aint going to prison and besides you know I deal with all kinds of people."

"I know that litle puerto rican fucker you dealt with whatever happened to him? He skip town?"

"He's onto bigger and better things. What do you care, man? This is Liberty City. If you don't like having to deal with the entire world you shouldn't live here!"

"No, bullshit. I grew up near Middle Park and later on when I was just outta High School I lived at Colony Island too. Both areas got infested by the sewage from the ghetto. I'm a product of an American child who remembered when life was simple. American values. Eating hot dogs seeing Swingers games, going on the rides. Not people selling drugs on the streets."

"Those Swingers games were still in Bohan. You think the Vanguard doesn't sell drugs on the street? What kinda idiot are you?'

"We do now but it's survival we gotta fund ourselves against our enemies somehow. And if a junkie has to get drugs it's better they get it from us than a nigger with dirty needles."

"You tell yourself whatever you want. I aint doing it. I aint going to prison.'

"You've been to prison before. You got priors. Your brother is doing life and the numbers in that prison aint that high. We as AV in prisons out here gotta stand strong ourselves or we'll get run over by MOB and the Spanish Lords. In San Andreas they wouldn't think of making a move on a brother and a brother like Gerry wouldn't get in any kind of debt but out here is different.'

"Yeah I know and from what I hear about San Andreas the AV aren't really people like you they care more about money than anything and they deal with Mexican gangs."

"Yeah that's out there but the Vanguard out here has no connection to San Andreas. I'd like one but it's really only name only and until they stop putting money over race we shouldn't e following them."

"Then you may wannna change your name from the AV t something else..." Patrick said.

"If you really wanna hurt that Slavic asshole that killed your brother too, you'll do this..."

Packie took a hard left swing at him. He hit him in the jaw. "First off...don't ever touch me again...I will beat you to the fuckin ground, boy. Second, I see I touched a nerve but that just proves my point. You're still pissed at your brother's death and the asshole that did it is still alive."

1006 Dillon Street.

Packie saw a black female resident. "You live here?" He asked. She was pretty, dark skinned wearing a maroon sweater and blue jeans. She nodded and Packie aimed his pistol at her. "Let us..."

"Oh god...don't please..." He growled, "Open the fuckin door!"

She did and Stanford stated, "She's a lose end. Get rid of her..."

Packie shook his head. 'She's a fuckin civilian... matter of fact...come here..."

He took her up to the apartment door. "You know the people in there, right?"

"I just kinda know them...please!" Stanford told her, "Knock on the fuckin door. Or I'll blow your weave out of the front of your skull. You hear me you fuckin bitch? I can't stand your fuckin kind."

She did as she was told. A dark skinned black male wearing an LS Feuds hat on backwards and a white t shirt and baggy black jeans opened the door. Packie fired twice into his chest and he fell over crying out. Stanford started to aim his own weapon at the girl and Packie pistol whipped her knocking her unconscious.

"Leave her alone, Stan!" Stanford sneered. "I'm dealing with her when we leave!"

Just then a blast came out of nowhere and they noticed a Jamaican man with a shotgun wearing a green red and yellow shirt. There was also a Jamaican man with dreadlocks in a ponytail and a burgandy sweater firing a 9mm. Packie noticed there was also a man of Senegalese descwent who had been listening to music and on his laptop. Stanford had squeezed off five rounds hitting him in the back and the man lay motionless slumped against his laptop with blood dripping from his mouth onto the keyboards.

Packie fired and hit the one with the glasses and dreads. He hit him three times,once in the abdomen and twice in the right hip. A blast from the shotgun forced them into cover. The room mate who had answered the door had gotten up and gone outside of the apartment building and he managed to retrieve a Beretta from his waistband. He fired striking packie from behind in the back twice and Stanford once in the left hip. Stanford turned around and let him have a round in the jaw while Packie fired a shot to his stomach. They then went inside and Packie was narrowly missed by the shotgun blast from the Jamaican manbut a few pellets hit Stanford's right arm.

"SHIT!" He screamed as he could see bone and exposed flesh. Packie saw the dreadlock gangster firing from cover but hunched over in the bedroom from his wounds. The other one was starting to get ready to come out again and fire but Packie tackled him and slammed him up against the wall. The man slammed the shotgun into his chest and tried to bring it up to his chin so he could shoot him.

Packie, though winded, thought on his feet and gave him a hard kick to the chest and the man staggered back and the shotgun went off again. Packie's hearing was ringing but he grabbed the shotgun and racked it again and pressed it against the throat of the Jamaican man. "Badman...you der, bredda?" Packie came in with his pistol aimed at him. "Sorry, Jake. It's just me. Nothing personal, either..." He fired striking his gun hand and the Jamaican national screamed. "I don't have a problem with you but I gotta do this and if nothing else it'll piss Niko off."

Before Little Jacob could make anymore noise, Packie silenced him with two shots to the chest. They hauled ass out of there but more Jamaican thugs were coming, at least three of them and they got out to the car and Packie got in and got the car started. He started to drive off before Stanford could get in. Three shots hit his back windshield and Stanford grabbed the door. "Packie, what the fuck are you doing?!"

"Getting the fuck outta here!" Packie yelled.

"You aint leaving without me ya fuckin traitor!"

"Hey, I'm with ya Stanny boy but all battles have casualties and you might as well be it!" He sped up and Stanford fell into the street. The three Jamaicans were on him and began to clobber him but not before one let off six more rounds at Packie's car but he was ducked down. He sped away tearing out of Dukes. His heart was racing a hundred milles an hour it felt like.

Befpre long, be found himself in Broker and he got rid of the car. Enough was enough. That had been too sloppy and they hadn't even worn masks. He hadn't had one on him and he hadn't planned on Stanford asking him to do this. In the grand scheme of things, he knew he could still make it seem like the Jamaicans had simply killed Stanford in the process of them escaping and there would be no AV members who were there that could say otherwise but then Gerry was just in too deep with the prison gang and as far as Packie, he didn't want to go to prison but now after a homicide that left four people dead plus Stanford, he didn't want to take any chances.

He would call Gordon up and let him know that he was in charge of what remained of the McReary crew from now on. He had to get out of Liberty City and get out of the state. He didn't know if this case would necessarily ever be under Frankie's hands specifically but there had been too many witnesses who could potentially make him. Even if it was a working class Caribbean area that didn't necessarily like cops, it only took one snitch.

Davis

"How the fuck is you gonna let that nigga go?! That snitch motherfucka should have been dead!" Growled Sway.

"I aint shedding no blood in or near a house of God. I'm a Muslim first now..."

"How you gonna say that?! For me it's all about the hood! You forgetting those marks shot me?"

"Yeah and they got dealt with...what the problem is?"

"Their big homie aint make that shit happen. I don't care how far back we go with them. That nigga needs to suck the business end of my shotty!"

"Cuz, that aint our biggest concern right now. We need to go and get Eddie!"

"That white boy? He gone. He's on teh run. For once the five o is after a white boy instead of us. We got a free pass to go after whoever the fuck we want! They got the FIB, N.O.O.S.E after them! Anybody anywhere near that motherfucka is gonna get arrested."

"That's your motherfuckin nephew that he smoked too not just my son. We should be after him and not let the one time get him but you wanna stay on this petty hood bullshit! Cap a nigga from 166th here, book a snitch there..."

"I get it! I'm just saying we can't let shit slide in the hood just cause we going after woods. Like I said, Jihad Joe pretend they're all infidels and shit. Most of em are you know how much niggas love pork! But you can't kill me nigga cause Muhammad had a uncle and shit that wasn't no Muslim."

"Motherfucker, you are the pork with your fat ass..." Growled H Bomb. "Look at me nigga, I'm in my forties same as you but I don't drink, smoke get high none of that and fools think I look like I'm in my thirties even twenties sometimes."

"It's cause black don't crack baby..!" Sway shot back.

"Nah it's that and being a Muslim we live cleaner so we look cleaner."

"Nigga, run and tell them Africans getting they heads chopped off by them Arab motherfuckers. What if Malcolm X had lived, huh? What if he stumbled across a book on slavery in Africa and he realized those same ragheads he was saying Salaam Aliekem to were the same people that started taking slaves before the white boys did? What about Timbuktu nigga? It might be the pride of the continent but it was still a Muslim design. They got their boots on niggas out there and ya'll wanna kiss them on the cheek and shit. Fuck that. I'll make sure when I knock off liqour store I go for them first."

"So you ready to go to war with the Arabs but not the woodpile right?"

"I aint say all that. I' saying the shit you believe in is bullshit! Aight you think you better than me? That's fine baby bro but if you got off the chronic and all that other shit that's on you. Aint no Muhammad or no Allah do that shit. That was you."

"Fuck you, Andre..." H Bomb said.

"Nah fuck you, Arlandis..."

"My name's Hassan."

"I aint calling you that raghead bullshit."

"We got slave master names. You don't get it!"

"Yeah yeah miss me with that bullshit homie cause you can say all that about the cracker and the last names. Shit i aint even sure we even had last names in Africa but mama named you Arlandis..."

"Yeah but that was from a selectoion of names in a language that aint ours! Come on, nigga!"

"Arabic aint our language either, fool! you think you better than me cause you read the quran well every nigga that got bored in prison picks up a book at some point least they did when I was locked up. I read The Art Of War, I read The Prince by Makavelli. All that shit? That makes you understand the world better than any Quran. Or bible, nigga! I believe in God but the God ya'll trying to put on us aint real. It's deeper than that."

"Oh yeah and you get real close to God every time you smoke a blunt huh?" Hassan sneered.

"Yeah we all got our way to take the pain away."

"Well if you such a big bad leader why you aint teach these young niggas inside about true leadership?"

"I was almost through with my sentence. I aint trying to go back. I'll die before I go back."

"That can probably be arranged. Police shoot us like dogs. I mean you aint hearing me. They got ex Davis PD on their pay roll, man!"

"Yeah but it aint like he can go too many places. That motherfucker's got hitters from the woodpile out to hit his ass with the quickness the Vanguard knows if they don't deal with an actual rapist on their hands they got repping them."

The elephant in the room was of course that Sway had a sex crime charge for statutory rape but even when they fought and argued, H Bomb would always maintain that his brother was not a predator or a rapist and he would get just as angry as he would when people tried to say he was.

Dime knocked on the screendoor to Sway's place. "Who is it?" He barked.

"Ya'll niggas done arguing?" Dime was chewing gum as she stood had a navy green shirt and blue jean shorts. She had a mint colored bandanna around her neck. "Are ya'll rolling? Cause the hood's looking to you."

"Yeah, girl we rolling. Remember we all one today. We going after the Vanguard. We aint going after the Ballas, other Family hoods or even the Vagos today."

He headed out and they piled into a dark green Sway loaded up his M3 and G Bomb loaded his AK-74 as Dime drove. She turned to the two of them. "You know we should be after them niggas that killed the homie..." H Bomb knew she was talking about some gangster killed with some Vagos. Damon or something was his name from what H Bomb had heard. "We should be hitting them and those Jamestown bitches up for that."

"Nah, we about my brothers business and mine today. That was my little nephew them crackers put in a casket so today a lot more of theirs is getting put in coffins too, Dime."

Kiss nodded. "The homies from Covenant are on their way too..."She stated. Sway chuckled and said, "Man een thogh we been cool with some niggas from the Ballas for years still hearing her saying the homies from Covenant sound kinda wrong don't it?"

H Bomb shook his head. "Not as wrong as you might think. Don't you remember? I went to High School out in Wine Street Families hood. With the truce happening that meant three hoods that was set tripping were at peace cause of '92..." The OG stated. He had in fact been eighteen in 93.

'"Aw come on Mustafah!" Sway chuckled. "Can't you look at it like when you Sunni niggas gotta go ahead and blow away the Shi'ites?'

"It ainty the same thing and I don't even stand behind that. Bro why are you talking? You straight up look ignorant when you say shit like we all been more alike than we thouht all along."

"I don't know, bro. In our days we were listening that nigga MC Eiht. The Ballas were bumping DK Quik."

"Yeah but don't you remember Uncle Howard?' Their uncle had been a Loony Corner Families legend he had sold PCp in the late 70's in the hood and had been known to do many a drive by on the Ballas in the 80's. "He caught me bumping a DJ Quick CD and he got mad at me and smashed it up he didn't want us listening to nobody the Ballas listen to."

Big Sway laughed saying, "Oh yeah I remember that shit..."

They pulled up alongside Davis Avenue and Kiss got in. "So what you got planned for this wood then?" Sway asked.

"It aint about him not today this one's about one of his boys in MH1. This is more about probing that motherfucker's defenses. Cause I got a good idea where Eddie might be at but I can't say fo sho and as for the homies I aint sending us in on a mission against them unless I know he's there. I don't want to have us losing homies to take one of their spots just to have him not even be there."

"We aint even about to lay a bunch of these motherfuckas out? Then what's this shit for? All these straps?" Asked Dime.

"We still gotta get the motherfucker..." H Bomb stated. "That evil motherfucker Cobb, man. He gotta get got. And I know of a way to take him off the map."

"Yeah I'm with it but how did you find them?"

"Some white boy that claims he works for Mai. I aint ask that many questions cause he showed me pictures. Said her doing business with the Families is interetrring with another side business she got outta state. I don't know her that well only met her a couple of times."

"She cool. She helped against the Vanguard before. No reason to stop now."

"Yeah but she aint riding now. Truth is much as I got respect for the Asians that bang Families I don't know...I always saw this as more of a black thing but I would have rather had them in the sets than white boys but the crazy thing is a lot of them join the Others in prison and they put their flags aside just like we don't funk with Ballas inside but they just putr their people first. On one hand I respect it cause it's the same shit we do plus the Asians have been our allies on and off again it was Brothers and Others when I was in there but then you got white boys in the Families and Ballas too and a lotr of them hang it up cause there's pressure from the wood pile to drop they flags. In that way they're just like the Asians but then the white boys that try and still bang for our side are loyal they're loyal and they risk shanks from the Vanguards boys."

"What you saying you respect white Locs more than Asians?" Asked Dime. He shook his head. "I'm saying though those that fold fold under extreme pressure. When they do hang it up like that I can understand why. Why make yourself a target? But with the Asians it's no pressure from Asians to drop their flags but a lot of the do it anyway. They wanna rep their people instead of the F. If they got no problem killing Asian Ballas on the outside I don'tr know why it's a problem on the inside."

"Yeah but there's also Asian niggas that rock with the Familes car too we gotta keep it real..." Big Sway stated.

Blaine County

Cobb was driving in a dark blue Landstalker with the radio blasting. He had three men who had worked with the Davis PD in the car with him. The first was a Caucasian by the name of Ralph Allen, a man with gray hair who was by now in his sixties. The man had gray hair and an ugly aged face. He was about five seven and skinny and while he looked pathetic now, he had been a monster on the streets of Davis in the early 80's during his peak years as a cop.

'

He saw the C.R.A.S.H gang units of the past who were known for being tough on Mexican and black gangs as people who were trying to outshine the Davis PD when it came to that so at the very least he had been a brutal cop giving beatings citations and collared felons in the city of Davis.

His son had also been Davis PD in his later years, Daniel Allen. He had blonde hair in a crew cut and he had steel gray eyes. Next was a cop of Spanish ancestry, with jet black hair a Mediterranean olive complexion and brown eyes standing at five seven, Raul Esparza. "Turn the fuckin music down, Cobb. We got business to discuss..."

"I don't see what else there is to discuss. I paid ya'll. You got Blaine County Sheriff's Department to hand those sons of bitches over and I paid ya'll."

"That might be true but the Blaine County Sheriff is gonna want answers. You left an SUV in the middle of the Paleto Forrest with two dead bodies in there and set it on fire then you pushed it into the river on top of that. Now it may take their forensics team time to figure out what happened but that doesn't mean they're not gonna still want to know what happened..." Ralph insisted.

Dan added, "I think you should pay us double for the risk we're taking. Yeah, we hate these gang banging cocksuckers but at the end of the day what's the difference between them and you?"

"The difference is I pay ya'll! And now you want me to pay double?" Daniel pulled out his Glock and said, "We could just decorate your brains all over the seat. Say the Ballas just got back at you."

"How the fuck are the Ballas gonna get back at me when it's their fault and they started it? Look...put the gun down you'll get your money it;'s just...now I gotta shake down one of my boys and that guy has been late a few times./..."

The cop lowered the weapomn but didn't put it away. "Well take us to him! He should know that a man like you who has cops in his 'pocket' is nobody to fuck with and when we make it clear that we can make him have a very bad day legally he'll be more likely to pay up..." They saw a van parked in the middle of the road and heavy metal was blasting. "Hey!" Cobb honked. "Let's go!"

"Just drive around him!" Esparza said.

"No, man this guy needs to move..." The song I'm Broken by Pantera was blasting.

He got out and knocked on the side of the van. "Hey! You need to move!" He pounded on it as the music kept blasting. He went around to the drivers side and suddenly the van door opened and several green clad men and women emerged and the sound of automatic fire went off and the officers inside Cobb's vehicle were riddled with bullets. Esparza was hit twice in the face by a shotgun blast blowing out the left side of his jaw and the second took his nose and the majority of his face off.

He had just been killed by a female. Kiss stood there with a smoking weapon and she saw the old man Ralph choking on his own blood as he had three in his throat and five in his chest. "Damn, this old white boy is strong!" She put one in the side of his face to finish him. Big Sway and H Bomb were bombarding Cobb with punches and kicks. The gang member flailed to try and defend himself but he was helpless against the two black gang members and they had the perfect number for jumping somebody as it was. Finally, he was knocked out.

Dime and Kiss looked at Daniel who was going into shock bleeding out and his eyes rolled back in his head. They both aimed their weapons at him and unloaded on him until his skull was just pieces all over the seat and in fact a piece of his head was in every seat in the vehicle. H Bomb and Big Sway loaded the unconscious Cobb into the van as they tied him up.

Carson Avenue, Strawberry

Grizz pulled up to the spot. He told the cabbie, "Keep the meter running."

"Nigga, I can't believe you seeing a Mexican bitch!" Stated a CAF member with a blunt. "Fucks wrong with you?"

Another CAF member with a 40 ounce stated, "It's just another notch in my belt my nigga...I aint marrying the ho i mean I met her mama and she don't even like me. They aint even got no pops in the house hold college bitch and she still lives with her mama. Trust me, I aint say I loved the wetback I just wanted to hit it but i gotta make her think I love her..."

He passed it to a homie with slanted eyes. "I been with one before but she was half black. Shit's kinda weird loc. I mean most times you see babies mixed between black and them it aint a good look. Shit just doesn't look right the way Blasian or yellabones do but she was bad. But shit if I'm keeping it a hundred she probably wanted my Asian side just as much."

"You tripping..." Stated Croak. "I aint been with a Mexican or a Asian but you on crack if you think Blaxicans aint finer than a motherfucker..."

"Nigga all niggas aint created equal though neither is the Messican.s..." Stated the one with the 40 ounce. "But she ;like part white or something her mama look like she from spain but her daughters both be browner than her and they brother look like your average Mexican he just tall...which is weird I mean he's like my height..."

"Man, Croak shut your ass up fool..." The one with theblunt stated. "Aint nobody giving your ass no pussy you good with the trigger but that's it. I heard your ass got snatched up the other day...when Scratch and Cue Ball and us was in the mix you was gone we thought your ass got murked!"

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"I'm just saying..." The gangster that didn't have cornrows said, "I mean if we'd have had babies the baby come out probably looking black but then again we don't know how that Mexican and Asian blood turn out but it aint like either of us have any white in us..."

"I aint trying to knock up no spic..." The gangster with the beer said. "Even with my ass being mixed my parents would kill me. Pops used to work in border patrol and they laid him off now he on welfare but he still can't stand them. And moms? She voted for Jock Cranley funny thing on that he aint even like that but she said it was better than Sue Murray..."

"Yeah but you got white in you..." Stated the gangster with the weed. "So what you think i mean she got white blood and you got white blood but white blood aint dominant what you think them kids would look like?"

"I always wear the rubber cuz..."

"Well nah what you think would look better?" Asked the half Asian gangster. "A baby that has Mexican and black and Asian in her or Mexican and black and white?"

"I don't know why not all four instead that'd probably look better. Like the future and shit..." Croak said. "Like Rosario Dawson's fine ass..."

"She's Puerto Rican fool..." Stated the gangster with the blunt. "But I'm saying between those three what you think would look baddest? Me I aint fuckin with none of that cause none of them other bitches got the same ass as sistas..."

"Yeah but sistas don't have real hair though..." Stated the gangster with the beer.

"Nah you know what the fuck I wanna see is a bitch whose black white and Mexican and one who black Mexican and Asian sucking on each others titties and shit..." Stated the half Asian. This got a laugh from the others.

"What about just straight up white bitches?" Asked the one with the beer. "I fuck them too..."

The one with the blunt said, "Hell nah you seen their titties? That shit don't look right it looks uncooked or some shit."

"Yo my nigga let me ask you this what kind of white bitch you think likes it dark the most brunette blonde or redhead?" Asked the gangstere of partial Asian ancestry.

"Probably brunettes dcause it's more of em..." Stated the one with the joint.

"What about between the two of em though red and blonde?" Asked Croak.

"In my experience the blondes want the D from us more..." Stated the half Asian.

"Nah you tripping it's the redheads..." Stated the one with the 40.

"How am I tripping?" Asked the Blasian gangster. "It seems like niggas go for the blondes the most..."

"Nah on the real when it comes to that..." Stated the gangster with the blunt, "If it's white boys it's the ones that got blonde hair that be trying to get at our bitches. From what I seen anyway. And it's the redhead bitches that want us..."

"Nah ya'll got that all wrong..." Croak started to say.

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Grizz approached his son. "D! Boy get your ass over here!" Croak glared at his father. "Ah hell nah here this nigga go again!"

He was standing with at least four Families members who were closer to their mid twenties. A few of them looked like they had done time. "We need to go, son! Your mama wants to see you."

"Nah if ya'll want to get on up outta here you go but I aint no punk."

"Who is this nigga, Croak? He aint from around here..." Demanded a CAF member wearing his hair in cornrows with jet black skin wearing a white t shirt and blue jeans and who had no gang colors or any other indication he was banging besides tattoos. He was the one with the blunt.

"Youngin I used to run these streets back in the 90's. That was a long time ago. The street life aint what it's cracked up to be."

"Hold up...aint this that nigga that started a gym and shit a while back? Teaching niggas how to box? Yo I reember you now..." Grizz was grateful they didn't seem to be up on his status as a snitch. "Look, can I have a mninute alone with my son?"

"Nah,nigga anything you can say to me you can say in front of them...real shit.." Stated Croak.

"Boy...!" Growled Mark. "You know what it is. You know what's going on. You know the one time is all over us..." His eyes widened. "Right?"

"Shit, Croak, whatchu into, cuz?" Demanded another gang member with a shorter haircut. He had light skin and was partially Asian from a Filipina mother but he went more off his black mother had been a DNB from Cypress Flats while his pop was from right here. His father had been killed just before the Families got everything together.

"Aint nothing, Trip..." He said back. "This old ass is buggin that';s all..."

He turned to him and said, "Aight I heard you but some niggas from the South Side Ballas rolled up and sprayed up mamas house. I don't give a fuck if ya'll live. I'll send post cards and shit maybe I'll visit mama and Kayla but not you. But that's my mama's house and they disrespected her. So they got some payback coming."

"I been where you been at before and look where it landed me! You say you don't wqant to be like me? That you hate me?! Fine! Don't be like me then!"

"Hold up..." Sneered the Carson member with the dreads. "Didn't this fool used to roll with the Ballas back in the 90's? Some hood that aint here no more?"

"Yeah I did. And it's some Families sets that aint around here no more. This shit only ends three ways brother. Prison, hospital or the grave some will see all three but as far as the sets go don't nobody talk about that right? Sets either get too many young bucks wilin and they make too many enemies and the streets eat them alive or the pigs will. That's how sets go belly up, son."

"We aint your sons, nigga! Not even the homie Croak you just another nigga that wasn't there for his boy..." Growled the dark skinned black man. The fourth was also wearing cornrows but had lighter skin and blue eyes. He wore a South Face black jacket and baggy blue jeans and stood about six feet. He was the one who had the 40 ounce who had talked about dating a woman he didn't love. "Hey you gotta get up outta here old man...Scratch and Cue they might have had a treaty with some old heads in the past but we aint gives no fucks about that. You better bounce homie we'll let you cause you Croak's daddy and all but it's only cause of that."

"You heard him, bitch!" Glared the dark skinned gangster. "Besides, this is Carson we aint never extinct if your hood was extinct then your hood is weak. Period."

"You think it's better Carson is a set still?" He asked. He knew it was a dumb question but he wanted to lower their guard. "Hell yeah!" They all said in unision. "Better go somewhere with that boxing shit!"

Grizz stated, "When a set like yours goes on cause it's too many of ya'll to die off...I know the saying homie. Families don't die they multiply right? Well we got the saying from my side of the tracks too. Ballas Always Live Longer Always Strapped. When a set like yours goes on it's worse! Cause then it's another generation of black kids that's getting killed!" The dark skinned gangster had already readied his Glock 17 and he fired and struck Mark in the left thigh. The older gang member cried out in pain. "I'm getting sick of hearing yo bullshit!" He aimed at his head.

The cabbie sped off.

Croak got in the way. "Yo, K Dog, chill, man! Thats still my pops...I'll get him up outta here and make suree he stay gone!"

"Nigga, you forgot what we gotta do?!" Demanded the lighter skinned gangster with dreads. "We gotta ride on them Ball Sack niggas!"

"Your mama...wouldn't want ya'll doing this...she wants you to come with us..." Groaned Grizz holding his wounded thigh. The gangster kicked him in his ribcage. "Man, shut your bitch ass up!" Croak shoved him off and he said, "That's enough, Terell! Get your ass off him! I'll drop him at the ER and come back!"

"Nigga, you better not be bailing on us..." Glared the dark skinned gangster. He raised the pistol at him. "The homies is the one that raised your ass not this lil bitch..." Croak paused a moment then punched the gangster in the throat and took the pistol. "What the fuck is you doing, bruh?!" Demanded Trip.

"Motherfucker raised a gun at me he's getting banked on. Now I'll be back..but I'm holding onto this shit..." He turned to Trip. "Hey brah I need to borrow your catr get myt pops to the hospital. I don't care about his burnt out ass but my mama and my sister do..."

"I don't know cuz...Scratch and Cueball here about this shit aint gonna like we left a loose end..."

"Nigga it's my motherfuckin crib they shot up. It's our hood but it's my crib. Maybe this fool will bleed out but at least he'll do it away from the hood!" He growled and he said, "Fine but your ass is cleaning my car up. I already cleamned the blood out from the last homie I had to drive out of some shit. You cleaning it out this time."

He gave him the keys to his beaten up black Willard. The dark skinned gangster tried to get up saying, "Nah nigga we heading up first fuck that..." Ctroak kicked him in the jaw and he busted his lips and his nose was bloody. "Later, cuz. We will...we'll catch that fade..." Croak said as he helped Grizz into the front seat.

Croak pulled off his own shirt and used it to tie a makeshift tourniquet on his father's leg. Then he began to drive. "Ima drop you off at Central LS. Mount Zonah's finna have too many cops...you been through this shit before it won't be your first time lying your ass off about who shot you."

"You know they ask who done it...you telling me to snitch, boy? That's why you don't respect me..." Grizz groaned as he started to get paler.

"Yeah I don't respect that at all. Even if the homies sold your homie up the river in the pen you could have just booked that nigga instead. But you know what if I really felt that much hate I'd have been told the homies what you done did and that way you'd have got one in the head...shit they already wanted to do that anyway!'

"I know I aint been there for you...your mama...Kayla...but I want to try...I know it's a lot of fathers in the hood who aint been there for their son. I did't want to be another statistic but shit happens...I fucked up...I killed a man all these years ago...it was a different time...I raged against the system...against the white man...but in the end we only hurt our own hoods..."

"I don't know about all that, all right?" Croak stated. "I don't know about no motherfuckin system. The hood is the hood and I seen a couple white boys on the set too. Some couldn't hang when they got to the pen. Sometimes the woods ran them off stabbed em up. Other times they just joined they side. But there was one homie, Night Light is what niggas called him. He was coming up in the early 2000's. He got sent to the pen and the woods tried to run him off or get him to switch but he was loyal. He got stabbed but he used to get off on them too at any yard he touched down at. He learned to get off first. Now he's at Boilingbroke and the woods aint trying him now cause they know the Carson car is holding onto him. But see I looked up to him like a G coming up too! Cause he was putting in work for the set too."

"Yeah...? And where is he now...Night Light?" Asked Grizz. Croak sighed. "He's five years into a life sentence. Him and some other homies did a lil job trying to break into some more middle class niggas on the nicer side of Chamberlain Hills you know the part of the hood they gentrified? Problem it was a family home the kids was away at summer camp but moms and dad was there and the pops had a burner he hit one of the homies back then older nigga...didn't kill him but Night? He lit that bitch up and you know his bitch was screaming so he shot her too. He thought he killed her but she aint die."

"Hmmm..." The wounded Baller OG turned snitch groaned. "He could have pleaded down maybe got manslaughter...there was no way he was getting off easy but I seen it happen before..."

"Yeah but they hit him with the burgluary charge,breaking and entering and he already had a strike as it was. Plus an attempted murder and a second degree murder...they couldn't get it down to manslaughter. They gave him life without parole."

"Do you ever think about how it could have been better if I'd have been out...if I'd have left the streets back then and took care of ya'll even if it meant busting my ass at a minimum wage job...?"

"Nah hell nah! Aint no point. What's going back in time gonna do me? I can't go back in time and go there with you anymore than I can the homies I done lost wheh we were doing time. I remember when I was little mama used to say you was coming home soon. Well 'soon' ended up being 21 years! What I look like wising for something it's too late for?"

"I do...I think about it every day...and I know I can't back the lost time...but there are stories...stories of long lost families reuniting...we aint no different than that...I wanted to be there for ya'll but they kept me behind that cage..."

He blacked out. "Yo! Yo! Pop! Wake up!" Upon realizing he had just called him father in a paraphrase, he paused but he saw that they were at the hospital. He dropped him off in the emergency room. He wanted to stay but felt that he couldn't. He was twitching and he bailed out of there saying a silent prayer and ran out the door. He got out.

He sped back to the hood. He got out and the gangsters were still there. "Yo Croak, man! You gotta catch that fade!" Tyrell stated. K Dog growled at him, "Dead ass, nigga get your ass up out teh car!"

Croak shook his head. "Nigga, you shot my pops! I had to take his ass to the hospital! I'd still have to explain shit to my mama!"

"Homie we could do this shit one of two ways cause K Dog got more say than you we could violate you a few of us or you take that fade but you know K Dog can scrap too so if he get the upper hand he don't gotta let up he can just stomp you out till he tired of it..."

K Dog growled, "That soun good to me with your bitch ass!" Trip noticed something, "Hey who them niggas?" He drew their attention to a dark red Felon pulling up. Several Handgun rounds rang out and the men scattered.

Tyrell caught a blast from the Remington which blew out his hip and part of his left thigh. His hop bone was visible as he fell and the buckshot also tore into the mullato gang members left arm as well and the bone was exposed. He screamed as he fell as the Baller kept firing. He fell out into the street landing on the bone and a sickening cracking sound was heard and he screeched. A pursuing Baller SUV pulled up just as Tyrell was trying to get up and the front left tire crushed his skull and one of his blue eyes, his right popped out of his skull.

"We gotta get after these bitches!" Growled K Dog and he had forgotten all about his revenge and Croak was pulled by Trip into the vehicle as they sped after the two Baller vehicles. The South Side Baller vehicles unloaded a volley of shots at the car.

"Motherfucker!" Growled K Dog as he returned fire with the Uzi he had put together as they gave chase up Strawberry Avenue and unloaded into the Baller's chest with seven rounds but no sooner had he done this when a Baller of Panamanian descent fired two Sig P226's and four rounds each struck K Dog in the chest. Trip drove with his right hand and fired his Glock 19 with his left. He managed to strike the driver of the Felon in the forehead as they pulled up alongside and in front as Trip veered towards an alleyway. Civilians scattered running to avoid gunshots and getting run over.

"I HATE STRAWBERRY!" Yelled an overweight black man in a dirty brown coat and baggy blue jeans as he hauled ass faster than he looked like he could run to get to cover. "DIDN'T YA'LL NIGGAS LEARN NOTHING FROM THE 90'S?!"

They were clipped however by the SUV and K Dog unloaded striking the man who had shot Tyrell with eight rounds in the chest and two in the right arm. The SUV hitting them caused the car to screech along the street.

Trip crashed the car and he and Croak got out. K Dog exited too but he was hemorrhaging from his wounds and he stumbled and fired off the rest of the Uzi to try and hit the gangster who had hit him. "Ya'll niggas help me...!" He barked in agony. Croak was wanting to leave him but Trip got an arm around his shoulder. "C, keep them bitches off us, man! We need a new whip!"

The gangster collapsed in the street and Trip tried to help him up. "Come on, brah! We gotta get up outta here!" Just as he was helping him up, the crack of a Mac-10 filled the night air and K Dog took well over with ten more rounds in his back. Trip fell over with the weight of his body falling on him and Croak returned fire at the purple Sabre that had pulled alongside and started firing. "How many niggas are gonna fuck with us tonight, bruh?!" Cried Croak.

"I don't know!" Trip cried out as he bled from his forehead, spitting some of K Dog's blood that got in his mouth out. "They after you, right? Shooting up your house!"

He managed to hit the passenger back in the right shoulder and elbow as the car passed by. He flagged down a car trying to drive out of there. He opened the car door pulling out an older black man. "You little fools! I been living in this neighborhood for seventy three years! All my life! My grandkids live here!" He tried to grab his .38 from the side but Croak pulled him out and pistol whipped him.

Trip got in the driver seat and the old man glared, "I didn't do shit to deserve this!" Croak barked back as he took the .38 rounds out and then tossed the gun out to him. "You lived out here thirty eight years but you drove around at night? Yeah you deserved this shit, nigga! Take that lil western flick strap with you, grandpa!"

The old man yelled, "Fuck you!" As they drove off and they sped off.

"Fuck, man the fuck we gonna do?!" Demanded Trip. "Shit...I gotta get us to Cue Ball man! He'll know what to do!" Trip said using his reasoning as best he could.

"Nah I gotta check up on my motherfucking mama and Kayla. I gotta get back to where they at...'

"Nigga, what kinda ho ass shit is that?! We just bucked some Ball Sacks for you and we lost K Dog and T! They're beefing with you that's your shit and it's probably cause of your snitch ass pops! I don't know if I can even fuck with you no more!"

"Bitch,. I'n the reason your ass aint dead back there with em! The Ballas deeper than us tonight and you aint even grab K 's Uzi off him? All we got is sticks, cuz! The fuck we gonna do against them B Dogs if they roll up on us again?"

"Shit, I don't know man it just seems like your ass is trying to bail on us! South Side Ballas rolling like that on us?"

"You know we beef with them still. They aint know where the fuck I'd be at. They hit the block they knew where niggas period would be not me! We been beefing with them since forever!"

"Man, we gotta ditch this whip soon, loc..." Trip said. "It's hot..."

"Look you do that, dude just drop me off on Bighorn Avenue. I know it might be some of them after me..." He said admitting with a sigh. "But you saw that shit how deep they was they had a shotty nines and a Mac. If I hadn't come back...if I was disloyal why I come back? Why I didn't just stay at the hospital or go back to where my mamas at? Come on, Trip. And it was just the three of ya'll. And they got two of us with me there. If it hadn't been for me coming back you think you'd have survived?"

Trip pulled over and said, "Fine! I'ma tell Cue Ball what went down. You can come back to the hood or you can go but if I don't see your ass around the hood after shit calmed down niggas is gonna think you bailed on the set and it don't matter what I say homie. They aint gonna welcome you back no more."

"What if you could leave all this shit tonight, homie?" Asked Croak.

"You turning bitch on me too?!" Growled Trip.

"Nah! I just mean look your pops is doing life your mamas gone. What you got left in Strawberry? Those were our homies. We all got niggas we rock with on the set but those were our real homies. K Dog wanted to whoop my ass sure but that's how it go and now he gone!"

"Fuckin Tyrell man...crushed his head like an egg...we aint even get all those ball sacks!" He groled starting to tear up. "Nah...I can't leave the Berry it's all I got. Who's finna send my pops money? I can't even go see him in the pen cause I got a record. Talking to him is teh only way.. he stays sane. Most the niggas from his day are dead, burnt out or they in there with him."

"You can call the man from anywhere in the country and send money...don't you think he'd want to see you do better?"

"The hood is all I got, fam...look are you gonna come back to the hood again?"

"I don't know look just between us...I at least wanna make sure my pops is outta the woods. And I don't even like him being at the hospital in the hood either. Niggas could get to him way too easily. Just give me enough time to let him get better. You owe me that much. K Dog too...he the one that shot him."

"In his own way that was the only way he saw being right, bro! Your pops aint been there for you."

2 Days Later

Ivan was pretending to be a doctor he was in fact dressed up like one. He'd seen that his son, daughter and even the mother of his child had been at his side. Grizz was recovering from surgery. "I'm Dr. Barrows..." He said. "I know it's important that you be at his bedside but we do have to run some tests to make sure he's all right from the surgery. Would you mind waiting in the lobby?"

He was dressed in a curly blonde wig with blonde facial hair and glasses. They obliged and left. Ivan looked down at the sleeping Grizz and simply wrote him a note.

I don't know how you got yourself in this hospital but but you're an idiot. I told you to get out of town. Next thing I find out you were shot in South Central and I don't know why. I told you that place is a hot zone and to stay the fuck away and what did you do? You went there. I heard there was even a shootout there on the news not too far from where you were shot. How do I know where you were shot? I bugged your son's phone and while he spoke in code it seems you were shot not too far from where you lived. Then there was a shootout between the Ballas and Famiies.

They say your son brought you here. I hope for your sake he was not involved in that shootout because if he was, it will just put him on the radar too and even if I let you all get out of town you will be on the police's radar. I am going out of town for one business weak. I've seen worse gunshot wounds than this. When I get back to Los Santos you had better be gone. I cannot give you anymore leniency than I already have. And that's assuming that if I don't come back for you, the Ballas won't try and finish the job. You say you wanted out then get out.

Paul

They were dancing now at a club. Dawn and he were grinding. The song Shake That Ass For Me by Eminem started playing. They began moving to the beat and she grinded her ass on him as they moved. He had been hesitant to dance at all and he hadn';t heard that song since Middle School but she had told him to leave his inner gangster that was too gangster to listen to Eminem at the door, after all, she reasoned, the beat was what mattered. Paul was at least glad that it was some of the songs he knew rather than most of the bullshit they had been playing.

They stopped by the bar and he ordered a Sprunk. She was sweaty. She ordered a shot and he looked at her saying, "Are you gonna be okay if you have that?" He asked.

She replied, "It's just one shot..." She said. She then asked for another and took the shot and she said, "That's all. You're my addiction tonight..." Just then the song Still Not A Player by Big Pun played. He chuckled. "That's another one they played in Bohan."

They danced together moving to the beat. She grinded against him and he did the two step dance but he also moved his hips grinding against her as well. She put both arms in the air moving against him with her back to him. He tried to not get hard, not yet, not in the club. He moved holding her arms with his face against her neck and her hair breathing in her sweat and she let out a breath. He moved his pelvis against her hips and he moved with the beat.

He got lost in her movement and the flashing lights, the proximity of the other patrons as they moved to the beat the beads of sweat on her skin. He kicked back into the skills he had when he had danced at parties inBohan back in the day trying to retain the times he had danced as a teen because he just realized then and there that he hadn't danced as an adult. In fact, he recalled that the last time he had danced was when he was nineteen on his nineteeth birthday in Bohan among the Spanish Lords as well as some friends from North Holland.

The Lords, after all, had friends in North Holland too and not just in Bohan. They were all over Liberty City. But now he was twenty four only a few months shy of being twenty five and he hadn't danced in five years but he just tried to copy the males. The thing was, he didn't know who was supposed to teach a man to dance as he came of age. His father had known how to dance but he had never offered him to teach him. And the thing that he knew about that was that noboiddy had showed him how to dance either he had just picked up on it but his father had been an extrovert while he was more introverted. He moved to the beat well enough, however and while he didn't like every move his feet made, they got better with time though he had to admit and it turned out Dawn aslso thouht that he was much better at the pelvis and hip moivement as far as the beat than with his feet.

Seconds turned into minutes, song after song went by and before long he wasn't even thinking about the music or listening. Only following the trance of her movement. Finally, she wanted to go home and she said she wanted to know if she cold stopp by where he stayed for a quick shower. She didn't want to end the niht just yet but she wanted to change. It was a bit stereotypical as far as women went but he agreed to it.

He got back to the rez around 1:130 AM. As she showered and grabbed her clothes, to put on after, he heard Lionel Richie playing in the backyard and he went to investigate. As he opened the sliding door he bnoticed something weird and did not know how Little Joe had ever rigged it up. He smelled weed in the air and alcohol. He saw Little Joe butt naked and fully erect on a swing swt but that wasn't the weird thing. There was a naked woman of presumably Cree descent engt over with her stomach againsdt thee seat of the other swingset with her ass and vagina in the air. But she had brought the swing set in front of Joe.

It seemed to b in slow motion and as Joe went back in the swing and swung forward and he penetrated her this way. Paul's eyes widened thinking there might be vaginal tearing or blood. He didn't go fast from the swing to her but it just seemed like a risky move. Lionel Richie swooned,

That's why I'm easy

ahhh ahhh ahh ahh

I'm easy like Sunday morning.

It was at that moment that Paul realized this was not the Lionel Richie version at all but rather the Faith No More version that was a homage to the original version and it was ofgf their 1992 album Angel Dust, one of Paul's favorite albums but one he had not heard in years as from his teenage years to up until about 2013 and his incarceration he had listened to mostly Hip Hop and contemporary R&B and not rock groups for a long time and he had only just started getting back into Rock.

As Joe and the Cree girl were moving like that their swings close to each other but connected by their genetalia he shut the sliding door. "Jesus, Little Joe how fuckin high did the two of you have to get to think up that shit?"

Dawn finished showeringf and she grabbed a trenchcoat that belonged to Lite Joe. "What are you wearing that for? Younaked under there?" He asked. She shook her head. "No. But I renteda nice hotel room for us in the city and you're gonna be agentlemen and wait to see my surprise for you if you wanna get some..." She said before bumping him with her butt to tease him. "Let's go.."

"Isn't that Joe's trenchcoat?"

"Yeah he wojn't need it and thank God it's washed so it's a good thing I hgot it before they tried to involve it in what they're doing..."

He took her in. She was wearing ablack leather midriff top showiing off her more toned abs and she had on a red leather miniskirt with a black zipper at the crotch. "You know the rules..." She said pointing with her left finger as she pulled on the skirt. "Look but you don't touch..." She said with a wicked teasing grin in almost a challenging voioce. She then pulled on the skirt and let out a seductivve moan, "Mmmmhh..." She unzipped the zipper and he reached a hand up her left thighbut she slapped his hand away. "Don't touch..." She said.

She pulled at the miniskirt and her panties and she lowered it aout halway down her thigh to the degree of the thigh that the skirt covered but based on how she wasstanding he could not see hercunt yet and then he could as she slid the skirt and panties up "Mmm im so fuckin horny..."She said as she toucher her labia and he saw she had no pubes so she had waxed since last he saw her. He reachedfor one of the high heels but she moved her foot and asked, "Hey! What did I fuckin g say" She asked in an authoritative tone that he'd not heard from her before.

"You're my fucking bitch..." She said, "And you do whatecver I say..." she turned aroundd to reveal her supple golden colored ass and she lowered the panties and skirt down and asked,"You want that don't you..." She said toying at her folds from behind. She spanked her own ass. "Iwanbt you to come close..." She said wigging a finger. "So close you can smell it..lbut you can't touch ityet..." She said as she was laying down now with her pussy in the air and her skirt up[ at teh ankes. Hedid giving a whiff of her aroused womanhood

He reached for her labia but she slapped his hand away. "Hey..." She asked in a loweer but still authoritive but also sultry voice, "what did i fucking say? Lay down.." She commanded. He did as she asked. She began to press her high heeled foot on his jeans running up his thighs feeling his already hardening manhood through his jeans. "That's what you fuckin get..." She teased. "Fucking behave...or else..." She said licking her lips.

"Now get over here..." She commanded. She lifted up her top to reveal her breasts and she brought his mouth to them and he took the right one in his mouth and then followed up on the left taking them in tasting her flesh. She smelled and tasted like soap. He licked her right breast before sucking the nipple and it made a popping sound. "The fuck is that, huh...? Bite it..." She ordered. He did as she asked biting her left nipple and sucking it between bites and it stood erect. He began to kiss down her stomach as he groped her tits and he made his way halfway down it and she let out a deep sigh of anticipation.

He made it down to her navel and began to kiss around it, his lips wet from sucking on her breasts and he appliued some of the saliva to her her hole and his tongue snaked out and added more moisture as he hit her errogenous zone. She closed her eyes with her hands in his hair as he licked her stomach and she let out a gasping sigh. She then told him, "Lay back down...flat on your back..." Removing the skirt completely she began to sit on his face and he began to perform cunnilingus on her. She put her left hand back on his shoulder as she began to ride his face.

He tasted her wet womanhood as his tongue explored her entrance. "Oooh yeah..." She hissed. "Yeah..."

His tongue lashed out once, twice licking her before he put his mouth back on her labia as though he was French kissing her cunt. He began let his hot breath go against her womanhood and this sent shivers through her and she ordered, "Now stop! I wanna taste it..." She got up to his face and began to kiss him and this made his already rock hard erection feel like it wasn't just going to explode. Like it was going to launch into space and never come back down to Earth. She sucked her own juices from his lips making a popping sound before adding some tongue to it.'

She then l;ay back and spread her legs and he went back to eating her out. He was now taking his own shirt off and she smiled enjoying the view as she looked at his scars on his now chisled abdomens as well as what remained of his few stretchmarks from when he was overweight. He began to chow down on her again and entered his middle finger into her hole before putting his tongue back to her labia. He began to finger her at the bottom while using his tongue on her clitoris and she put her fingers from her left hand in his hair gritting her teeth as he did this. She taunted him. "I can't feel nothing...I want to feel it..." He could tell from her reactions that she was just egging him on but he saw it as a challenge.

He increased the pressure with his fingers and tongue as she shoved his head harder into her womanhood. "Ahhh...ah!" She gasped in an unfinished moan caught in her throat. She then pulled away. "You fucking suck..." She said with a smile but licked her lips and had a wicked gleam in her eyes. She put her tright foot in jhis face and wanted him to lick her feet. He took off the high heel and began to do so and she grinned but he began to kiss on back up her thigh till he got back to her puss. She massaged her right breast as she gasped as his mouth was back on her.

"Hssssss..." She hissed as she grabbed his hair and ungrabbed it and grabbed it again. "Mmmmmhhh...!" She whimpered a bit and said, "Oh god yeah..." She began to thrust her hips back and threw her head back. "Ohhh...oh...ohhh...MMMHHH...yeah that's fucking good..." Her face contorted with expressions and her blue eye shadow made her look even naughtier as he tasted her essence.

"Don't stop..." She whispered gripping his hair again. She couldn't help but continuously lick her lips it was involuntary for her at this point. She finally pulled him up to her with surprissing strength and kissed him feverishly, her juices on his and her lips along with their saliva. Her grabbed the side of her face kissing her deeper as their tongues wrestled and her wide open legs touched either side of him and he began to lower his right hand back to her flower and stroke her folds as he kissed her.

She smiled her teeth bright white and perfect and she let a gust of wind out at his face with a "phoooooooow..." Sound as she reacted to his touch. he began to increase the speed and the sound of her wet juicy pussy began to slap and she was just an inch from kissing him again but she kept her mouth off him as if she needed to breathe and she moaned, "Fuck..." Before kissing him but her lips hummed against him and bit his bottom lip in a fever before hissing, "Oh yeah...that's it..." The look she was giving him showing how turned on she was but also feisty as she let out grunts was turning him on. Her tongue lashed out at hs mouth and he missed it and she did it again he caught it this time in a game of tagging kiss.

She began to unbuckle his pants as he continued to finger her, her mouth open like she wanted to scream but she was silent for the moment. He wanted to dominate her a bit as she had gotten his belt partly off and he began to pound his finger down into her again and she reacted with convulsion to his touches. Her legs shook and moved at the same rhythm as his fingers and her thrusting hips. He brought his fingers back up to her lips and she sucked on them without hesitation. She licked his fingers clean with her tongue before the two went back to kissing their tongues wrestling again.

He knew she wanted his dick but he was going to tease her a bit and have his revenge for teasing her earlier. With his tongue back to full on penetrating her inner walls she began to shake again and she threw her head back, "Oh...!" She reated but it was more like her breath than her actual voice. He put his right hand over her left thigh and she put her hand over his clutching it tightly while her right hand went back to gripping his hair. "Ah...hah...oooooh!" She swooned as he mouth fucked her. "Oh...fuck...! Oh god..."

He began to suck on her clitoris creating a vacuum. "MMMHHH!" She squinted her eyes at the sensation. "OHHH! Hooo...Oh god you FUCK...AHHH!" She closed her eyes in a gasp and reopened them. "OOhhhahhhh...! Oh fuck...mmmhhh! Ohh yeah...yeah...ohhh...HMMMM!" He stopped it short and went back up to kiss her and her moan against his lips was a bit higher and more vulnerable this time. "Mmmmhhh...!" They embraced like lovers which they were, albeit rekindled ones and who felt stronger for each other now than they ever had.

"Mmmh..!" She said turning her head sideways as her mouth crashed against his. "Mmmh..." She licked her lips with a beam in her eyes as he pulled away again licking away her juices yet again and his lips. To her surprise she realized that while he had done that, he had undone his pants and his cock was out which made her smile more. Finally he entered her. He brought his fingers back to her as he began to penetrate her slowly and she sucked them again like a good girl.

"Ohhhh..." She moaned against his fingers. "Oh fuhh uhhhhh!" He began to increase the speed and she let out what sounded like a mix between a moan and a semi hysterical giggle. "Fuck me..." She ordered but he could tell there was a hint of begging in there as he fucked her missionary.

He had his hands on both sides of her face and her eyes narrowed as she took his cock. "OHHH! Ohhh! Oh God..." She whispered before snaking her tongue back out to him and kissing him. "Mmmm...mmmh!" He then took her legs and spread them out further and lifted them up in the air

She smiled again, "Oh yeah..." She panted before sticking her lips out for another kiss. This was more kissing than most people did once they were actually getting busy but he loved it and he could tell she did too because she was initiating it 50% of the time. She began to run herself as he penetrated her

"Uhhh...! Oh gosh..." She gasped as their faces were again right in front of each other. Their noses touched in an Eskimo style kiss and soon they were kissing again.

"Mmmm...mmmmh..MMMHH ahhh...!" She cried as she broke the kiss her mouth open wide. He slowed the pace down significantly so she could keep up after she had just let out a more gutteral moan. Without prompting she began to suck his right thumb. He began to increase his thrust speed again and she began to hold the outside of her cunt around his penetrating rod as though her pussy might explode any second and she got higher in octaves as he thrusted deeper into her wet cave.

He was now breahing against her right cheek kissing her ear and she moaned again in a mix of breath and her voice, "Oh god...!" She closed her eyes as the penetration began to sting a bit and she gritted her teeth, "Oh FUCK!" But the pain started to turn to pleasure. "Yeah..." He breathed against her ear. He grabbed her right breast squeezing it which made her wetter but then he began to turn her around. He made as though he would take her doggystyle but instead he began to eat her pussy from the back. "Mmmh.." She huffed. "Mmmm!"

He could tell that all though she was enjoying both the penetration and the oral, the unpredictability of what he was doing and what he would do next was driving her a bit crazy and he could tell he was slightly frustrating her. He detected a bit of slight annoyance and irritation that he had stopped fucking her. Her frustrations started to die down again as his tongue began to work its magic on her folds. "Ohh...uhhh..!" She cried. He punished her more with a swat to the ass. 'UHHH HUHHH..." She reacted to his hand. She then growled, "YEAHHHHH...shove it down in there..." Begging for his tongue.

He began to surprise her and even began to lick her asshole, which itsel;f also tasted like soap. "Ohhh...ohh..." She began to finger her own asshole and he began to penetrate her again.

He groaned, "Oh my God...yeah!" As he began to drive faster into her and she smiled as she took it doggystyle. "OH YEAH! OH YOU BASTARD...! YEAH!" She cried as she took him in inch by inch throwing her ass back. He pulled out and she let out what sounded like a disapointed moan but also an uncertain one of what he would do next as if she wished he would just quit screwing around and fuck her. To her relief he went back inside he was just pacing himself because the sensation had gotten too strong.

"Oh yeah...!" She cried continuing to finger her asshole deep as his cock penetrated her cunt from behind. He growled, "You like it like this...? Huh?!"

"OMYGOD... OHMYGOD... OOOOH YEAH..."

He looked at her as she fingered her asshole and ordered, "Put another one in..." She did as he told now fingering herself with two. Her moans were gasping and borderline shrieks. "Oh yeah...stretch me out...!"

"Ahhh...ah... ahh...oh yeah...just like that...OHMYGOD!" He pulled her up but she wasn't as angry this time as he kissed her making her face him. He then brought her down to his waist and she dutifully took him in her mouth sucking her juices off of him. She deep throated him and her mascera was starting to smear a bit and he had her by her hair and he told her, "Just kiss it..." In a begging whisper. The foreskin covered most of the helmet but she kissed the tip regardless before taking the side of it and rolling her mouth alongside it like a corn on the cob before then beginning to kiss him again and again at the tip of his manhood.

She then took it back in her mouth and began to slide it back over him. She began to deep throat him again testing her gag reflex and making gagging noises. She came up for air and gasped for breath and he allowed it but said, "Keep it in your throat..." She did and began to suck him more. She actually took his entire length in. "Glurg...!" Her noises hummed over his flesh and she came up for air after holding it as long as she could. She had a bit of pre cum mixed with her saliva on her lips but to not be a hypocrite, he kissed her.

He then shoved his dick down her throat and she took it sucking and gagging and she closed her eyes as she took him down. She moved her mouth side to side as she sucked him off. He began pulling it in and out and she licked the tip of his dick gasping for air as she did. She took him back and slide her mouth back and forth on his meat several times and she wiggled her face and growled as if she was a dog with a bone.

He began to then finger her ass and she got back to kissing him while bent over, moaning against his mouth from the anal sensation he was giving her. He wanted to fuck her in the butt but he decided not to and would save that for another day. Sure, it could be romantic but this had been a date they'd had after so long and he wanted to keep it a bit more conventional mostly because hefelt like she might.

Sure, he'd had anal with her before but he didn't want to risk her feeling cheap. With women, you never really knew. But she insisted. "Butt fuck me, baby...you know you want to...I want you to..." Her eyes got small and demonic. He used only the lubrication from her cunt and her asshole was also lubed up from this as well to a degree since her fingers and his slick with her juices had been fingering her for several minutes. not to mention his own saliva from eating her there.

He didn't know but she'd already gone to the bathroom at the club and she had showered when she got home. She didn't even know that she herself had been preaparing for anal she hadn't had an enema but it wasn't klike she hadn';t also taken the minimal precautions needed as well. Her butt was clean as was her cunt.

She mounted on top of him reverse cowgirl style. "OHHH GOD...! OHHH!" She cried as he continued to penetrate into her ass. He sucked her left nipple from behind as he fucked her earning a high pitched squeal from the Cree woman.

"WHOA! Ohhhh ohhh ohh!" She wailed as she bounced up and down on his manhood her pain turning to pleasure with each passing minute. "Oh yeahhhhh HOOOOOO!" She squealed. He began to finger her and he pulled her left leg upward and she saw stars. Her asshole was filled with his pre cum and he switched her into the spooning position with her right butt cheek facing down and her left facing up her left side facing up. He pulled out a moment to make sure there was no tearing or bleeding and there wasn't.

She was covered in sweat now and the leather midriff top hitched up past her titties was extra hot at her collar bone but she knew he had kept it on to be unlike other guys who just disrobed a woman who picked out a sexy outfit so that they only wore it two minutes. She knew he was trying to appreciate it and fuck her in it and she kissed him for it but in a way, the heat just made her hornier, her face and chest flushed and her labia and clitoris was swelling. She stroked her folds as he drove deeper into her.

He then pulled out giving her anus a break and began to tongue her cunt again and she growled with anticipation and frustration. Her eyes rolled back as she threw her head back against the pillow. "Shit...!" She cried. Her clit was getting close to orgasm and she wailed several times as she gripped his hair again. She sqirmed under him and he began to finger her again going faster earning faster pants from her and his penetration was wetter and made loud popping sounds and her eyes got narrow again. He caused her to squirt and she shrieked as her womanhood pulsed and about a quarter measuring cups worth of juices sprayed from her. He began to lap away at her juices causing her to scream and this time he licked some of it off his own fingers with a devious grin.

He then smacked her ass earning another yelp before turning her over doggystyle and he put it back in her ass. "Ohhhh! Ohhhoooooooooo...fuck! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ohhh yeah...ahhhh...ahhh don't stop...yeaaaaaaah heaaah heaaaah heaaaah! Yeeees OHHHh OH FUCK...oh yeah..."

"Oh my God..." He growled. He pulled out a few seconds to not nut and she whimpered but then reached back and seized his manhood forcing him back into her. He finally got the idea to play especially dirty. He lifted her up from behind fucking her anally holding her in the air and this move surprised her. She threw her hair back as she rode him and continued stroking her already swollen womanhood as he fucked her deeply.

"Yeah...give it to meeeeee heee heee heeeeee...!" She howled as he pounded up into her tight hole. He figured that he would get tired within twenty minutes of fucking her this way but her legs were already buckling and wobbly and weak. She perhaps could have handled being fucked vaginally in this way that long but for now, anally she could only handle a few minutes like that and he could tell he was wearing her out. She lay on top of him and kissed him again feverishly befor stroking his manhood rolling the foreskin back and forth for a few minutes.

Now she was torturing him again and she made like she was going to suck him but would only bring her mouth just near it without sucking it even as she stroked it. She instead switched up on him and instead of sucking it, mounted back on top of it. He fucked her cowgirl style spanking her and trashing into her and now his moans were getting as loud as hers. She slowed it down for a moment just riding him slowly but she lost patience and began to bounce on it again.

His hands slid from her back to her butt as he fucked her. He pulled it out fingering her sensitive asshole before putting it back in. He lifted her up in the air and she finaly lost it having an anal orgasm as he fucked her facing him. "Oh SHIIIIIIIIT PAUUUUUL!" She screamed. Her ass began to convulse too and this was her anal orgasm as her whole body was a tickling feeling for her in the g spot area

The anal orgasm was not as sharp as her clitoral orgasms but they were more intense and seemed to go on forever. The sound of her coming made him pull out and he accidentally dropped her to the couchj meaning to set her down. She landed on her butt at his knees but he exploded unintentionally getting it on her face

It hit her lips and her left cheek. She simply held her tongue out and began to suck up his seed. She giggled. Her ass felt somewhat of a bit of pain even though the orgasm had felt good it was a bit of a clenching a sense of anal exhaustion. Yet it was still euphoric for her. His cum dripped down her chin and the load on her cheek mixed in with her sweat. She continued to swallow every drop. He was still hard and she kept sucking him to the point where he had not even gotten flaccid. She got a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I'm still horny..." She growled. "Put it back in my pussy..."

"Isn't that a bit unsafe?" She shook her head. "I don't care. We'll take a shower after. I want you to fuck me while I got your load on me, dirty boy. Don't be a bitch..."

He obliged her and he began to think that while he thought he had "Won" with the anal orgasms and her ejaculation, it seemed she was still going strong and he did want to fuck her like that looking nasty as she did but he had the feeling he would nut again before she could come again and so it would just have to be as long as he could. The nut did buy him some time but now he was getting worn out and she had a second wind. They'd gone at it for just under thirty minutes.

Well, Dawn looks like you're gonna win this one...

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Ivan

4 Days Later

"How do yoiu think the war would have played out between us and them if we had been a united front? Or better yet with you and Packie on board?"

"I can'tr say for sure...I don't know how it would all play out. I don't think anyone knows. We could speculate but I can't say."

"Well there's no reason to get involved now..." Ivan stated. "I've been toying with them until now. But that man on their side killed Kenny Petrovic's daughter./ And he blamed it on us. And as a result Kenny Petrovic came after us. Marcus Roman has to pay and I will be the one to make this happen."

They sat at a cafe in Teranto. Ivan then chuckled. "You look as thogh you are surprised to see me old friend."

"We weren't exactly close, man. We interacted the least when we were roommates. We may have done some jobs but you're the most separate from me. Age wise even."

"I thought in your hometown they were taught to respect elders?" Ivan asked with a smirk.

"Yeah that doesn't extend to the KGB."

"You mean FSB...and you forget that a lot of the jobs that I have done and the work I have done with Neto has helped. El Salvador, Guetemala, countries like these are harsh places to live but can you honestly say it would have been better if the crooked right wing governments had won?"

"I don't know. That's not for me to say. I just know that in Nicaragua both sides were in the wrong."

"So...you are working with...for the IAA...this is interesting."

"As a means to an end. I'm going after Tanaka. And that's it."

"I'm afraid we're at an impasse. Tanaka is a vital ally to us."

Paul snorted. "Yeah, that guy helping former communists? He's an ultra nationalist and ex Yakuza. That motherfucker would be considered right wing in his own country do you know what they do to communists there? One of them got run through by an assassin. A man with ties to red China."

"He is a smart man and he is ex IAA. They may have issued a burn notice when it comes to him but he knows what he is doing."

New Arcadia

Mark turned to Lee. "You know...maybe we should get a base of operations in Venturas. As dangerous as it would be to be that close to Neto...we could make a killing out there. There's cholos out there but they're more like diet cholos. And just like the Ballas and Families out there their loyalty is half assed. Venturas is all about the money. Niggas turn on each other every six months. So Neto wouldn't have that much he could do."

Lee nodded. "I'd heard that asshole has some influence in San Fierro. He's gotten the Aztecas and whoever else up there to make war on the Rifas. And he has all this support close to him...Sunbelt, New Arcadia...it's only fair we get dug in out there. We should probably think about making moves in Northern San An too. Halcon has homies up north and I got allies in the Dragon Circle."

Lee was thinking back to one of the conversations he'd had with Mark before the shootout at the wedding. Hewas driving with Task and they had finally arrived in Cineza. They knocked on the door and a tall muscular Chinese American answered. "Nǐ dàodǐ shì shéi?"

Task looked at Lee who instantly said, "Don't look at me I don't understand Chinese."

"I said who the fuck are you?" Demanded the Dragon Circle member.

"Lee Shen. Here to see Sun Kang."

"Dai dai lo! Do you know this tow gee?"

Sun Kang replied, "I don't know. Let me see the Tow Gee's face. If I don't, you can kill him..."

He was let in and he said, "That is somebody I haven';t seen in a few years. Lee Shen. What brings you to the west coast?"

"Sorry, how do you two know each other again?" Asked Task.

"That's a story for another time but I don't need Mark's permission to travel.."

Lee turned to Sun Kang. "You know what brings me out here. The war at home is getting heated up and I wanted to see if I could do anything to get any allies we may have. Even if you could just spare a few men..."

"Ah yeah...the Mexicans down there right? I understand. We're stretched pretty thin between here and Canada ourselves. We got a conflict of interest with some Jamaicans back in Canada 's nothing you really need to worry about. But right now we got a Mexican problem of our own here. Nothing as bad as what you got going on but still a bit of a pain in the ass. If you could lend a helping hand with it I might be able to spare some soldiers and maybe even some guns. I can bring in some of my men from Canada to help you."

"All right...I'm all ears...wait a minute you called me a tow gee what the hell is that?" Asked Lee.

"It means privileged land owner..." Stated another Triad member with a buzz cut that was blonde.

"The fuck?" Lee growled. "Do I look like I'm in any way privileged or a land owner?"

"Liu Wei is just being an asshole. It's a term for American Born Chinese..." Stated Sun Kang. "You might not be privileged or a land owner but most American Born Chinese are. No peasant in China owns any land. The government does..."

Liu Wei wrote a few symbols on a piece of paper. "I wonder if he can read this?"

Lee looked at it and it said, 香蕉人.

"I can't read that...I don't pretend I speak it. Why don't you just tell me?"

"It's you!" Liu Wei chuckled blowing smoke from his cigarette. Sun Kang rolled his eyes. "It says ABC for American Born Chinese..."

Liu Wei wrote another symbol down. 香蕉人.

"What does that say?" Asked Lee with a scowl.

"Enough of that..." Sun Kang said taking the piece of paper away and ripping it up.

"What did it say?" Asked Lee again.

"It said banana man..." Replied Sun Kang.

"Come to think of it are you Indian? There's a lot of them in Canada and you look a lot like some of the gang I've been dealing with..." Stated Sun Kang.

"We're Natives. And what gang?"

"Red Warriors. But usually they prefer to go by what province they're from..."

Task didn't say anything to that but he made a mental note.

"What word do you guys have for the Chinese out of curiosity? I can';t say we have a word for your people specifically."

Task looked at him, "Hincokahunska..."

"What does THAT translate to?" Demanded Liu Wei."

"It means their hair is longer in the middle."

"Is that all it means?" Asked the Triad.

"Yeah. We didn't need any word beyond that. We didn't interact with the railroad workers the way we did the wasichu and the hasapa..."

"What does that mean?" Asked Sun Kang. Lee having been around Task for a couple of years stated, "That's their word for white and black."

Lui Wei stated, "Dai dai lo was being polite. There is a word for you. Yìndì'ānrén..."

"Enough about that. What do you need from us?"

Sun Kang grinned. "You're aware of the Vagos and their war with the Rifas. Same with the Aztecas and Marabunta. But are you familiar with the Cineza Perros?"

"We're aware of them, yeah..." Stated Lee. "Can't say I've really had a run in with them but I bet you have. This is their city..."

"Yeah..." Sun Kang nodded. "There's a weapons deal going on between them and the Vagabonds MC. Those assholes usually don't come this far north in San Andreas but there has to be a lot of money going on. Or maybe a gun deal. I have no idea. But I've got a contact from inside the police department who knows they're going to be meeting at a rest stop off I-5. Crazy thing is...I hear they closed that rest stop down. They got a few people dressed as traffic cops that are gonna be there at 8Pm and they're going to even pull out all the stops. They'll have it up saying go to the next rest stop. The police department took a cut to stay away and let it happen. But I expect quite a few men to be there. Now we're going to go in but the less of my men I have to use the better..."

"If that's the case...maybe I can malke a call to some of my contacts in the Da Nang Boyz."

"The Yue Nan...?" Asked Liu Wei.

"What?" Asked Lee.

"Vietnamese..." Stated Sun Kang. "I have dealt with one of their Chinese enemies so it could be a problem but if they just come up here with the understanding that they are under your orders then they can get a cut and fuck off back to Cypress Flats."

"I got some friends in the Rifas. One of them with contacts up here...El Halcon I could ask if he'd be willing to send some guys out here..."

Lee chuckled. "You just want to see Cheetah again..."

"I was willing to share a cut with you each but if you're going to bring a lot of soldiers they can share your cuts."

"A shared cut is better than no cut..." Lee answered. "Especially if it means you'll help us in New Arcadia."

"So that's it then? We hijack the shipment?"

"That's right...' Sun Kang nodded. "You're gonna get that truck and get it to our rendevous point in Chinatown up in San Fierro. We'll store it there until it's safe and we'll make our own little deal and when we do, that's when everyone gets paid."

"You coning with us?" Asked Lee.

"He's the big brother among us. There is no need for him to come along..." Stated Liu Wei.

"You scared?" Asked Task. "After all we're risking our asse to do this favor and even if we're getting money for it, if the law catches us we're in serious shit or we could get killed tonight."

"Be that as it may...the bosses do not go to the arrestable meetings..even if this is an offensive..." Liu Wei explained.

"Really...cause Mark has no problem riding with his soldiers. It inspires us. Just like it's inspired people all through history. All these fuckin armchair generals even rmchair presidents like Cranley, Mr. Can't-Fight-In-Vietnam-cause-his-feet-hurts like to send people off to die but stay in safety on their asses. Could you imagine Thermopylae if Leonidas had sat back home and fucked Gorgo while 299 men became arrow fodder?"

"Look, I've done my homework on your organization and Marcus Roman is a man whose reputation proceeeds him and it's well earned but you're not him. I respect you for the work you've done for me before and I've always paid you fairly. Truth is i've paid you enough for those jobs that you should honestly be ab;le to have lived off them and you could be retired right now with a house of your own like this."

"Thaty'd be true if running an empire wasn't expensive. I don't have time to fuck around and just spend money and do nothing. I aint old enough to retire and if I tried to at this age I'd go fuckin crazy! I think because I have done those hits for you is why you should cme with us. Show me you aint afraid to get your hands dirty. A Triad boss has to get his hands dirty to get to the level you're at."

Lee then added with a smirk, "Unless you're a tou ji. You've been in the west a long time. Maybe you're a little privileged yourself? After all, the kind of people in the old country that would call somebody that are probably the people that are poor enough to need to get smuggled here on a boat and somebody like you is the one that owns that boat."

"You win for now, Lee Shen. I will accompany you and my men. But don't you ever talk to me that way in front of them again..." He warned. Lee shot Task a look as if to say, Sun Kang has gotten to be more of a dick since the last time I saw him.'

He then looked back at the Dragon Circle leader and nodded. Sun Kang also added as he put a hand on the Chinese American's left shoulder. "I've been trying to not go to the arrestable meetings because of the way things are going in China. It's got nothing to do with you. I'm just in Canada for more of the year than San Andreas. I like the snow it reminds me of back home. Don't see it as much in this state so I stay here during the hot seasons and in Canada for the cold."

Task had Cheetah and Halcon and other Rifas coming with, the rest of them. Halcon would also be bringing along some other Rifas that he had run with in San Andreas. Now it was just down to them to wait and they would make their move.

West Los Santos

There was a woman of Navajo descent, a full blood with deep brown skin a somewhat large nose, luscious lips deep brown eyes that were slanted and she stood about 5'4. She was a bit on the hefty side but not by too much, it showed more in her stomach than her face. She was maybe 25 lbs overweight at most. Her name was Nadine Begay. She had been a friend of Jose's and had known him in college. He had actually gone to college. They'd slept together too and she'd tried to get him tolearn more about his culture at the time between studies but he had neglected to do much about it. He was a college dropout while she was a graduate. They were at a cafe now.

"Why don't you just go back to school, Jose? You're a smart guy. You're too bright for this gang banger shit..."

Jose looked at the Navajo woman with disdain. "You don't understand my world. You never have you never could."

"Gang banging isn't part of our culture."

"Yeah? Is it our culture?" He asked.

"You're Navajo too. Not just Mexican.'

"Yeah but you know what? I choose not to bee Navajo. Now my race is Native that's true but a tribe is whatever you belong to. Tribes are social, mija and socially I aint a Navajo."

"You got other family members that try to learn both sides. Why can't you?" She asked.

"You wanna know why? Because to theem I'm just half Mexican so I'm only half Indio even though I'm more than that. Dine...they look at us Mexicanos as Spaniards you know that? The word in your language Nikai for Mexicanos is the same as it is for Spaniards. They call us white. Now I don't hate Navajos but I aint one of them. Anyone that calls half my gente that...they're wrong. The Spanish killed us and took our land and language."

"It just means they who wander around and a lot of the soldiers under New Spain...Mexico were Spanish. They weren't all Aztecas."

"I know. But that's still fucked up that'd be like if I said all of you were Bilgaana. I've been called a wetback and a beaner by people on the rez. So fuck the rez. They're right I am a frijollero. But I'm not denouncing my Mexican side just to be Navajo."

"Not every Navajo is anti Mexican and we can always change up the language...a more respectful term. Come on, Jose you're not the only Indian taco..." She said jokingly about the term for babies who were half Native American and half Mexican. "If we all felt that way we wouldn't have kids with them. I never rejected you because of it..."

"Yeah...well they haen't and until they do I want nothing to do with them. Besides you thought I was just Mexican not Navajo. So yeah...my mom was a Navajo. But that doesn't matter because sabes que she's gone now. No Otomi's ever mistook me for being anything else/. No Mexican has but they don't deny me being Navajo either they just don't care."

"Jose we both know in Mexico the tribes get discriminated against from the whites there and the mixed blooded Natives."

"That's true but we try and fix it but the tribes up here...I don't know. The Tohono O'Odham were always cool but Apaches and Navajos trip on us. Especially Navajos/."

"You think there's not Natives on the rez that act Mexican? We got cholo wannabes in the rez and the women do their eyebrows up..."

"Can't disagree with any of that, guapa but it doesn't matter. Even if I didn't bang it'd still be thecase that a lot of Navajos don't like me cause of who i aml."

"But you're from LS! And that's the land of anotrher natoion too. Your people are from Querétaro...you're not there either. You've never been there!"

"So I shoild just go bacj to teh rez? I don't relate to that vida. My mom did. An it;s cool the language is surviving but there's like 300,000 Navajos and most speak it. You don't need me."

"Yeah? How many Otomi people are there? How many seakers?"

"300,000 people about 304,000 speakers..." He stated. "So if I ever decide to drop my flag...if I do...I can just be a participant in the old ways of that side of my ancestry. Case Otomis don't sit there and tell Navajos they aint Indian."

"There's a lot of division between us either way. I never said I liked it. But you can't turn yor back on who you are!"

"Like I said...aside from mi madre and when she would bring me to pow wows I wasn't really raised in this."

"But it's not too late to learn!"

"Look...I got a woman now...a kid all right? I'm gonna make sure that the baby doesn't end up in la vida but..."

"And let me guess is the woman a VLA member too?"

"Yeah so?"

"Jesus, Jose! With two gangsters for parents that kid doesn't have much of a chance of being normal..."

"So what you saying? I should leave my hyna take the baby and come be with you is that it?" He demanded with a cold glare.

"No! I didn't say that...look if you don't or never loved me...that's fine but...you should be thinking about that baby and I always kinda hoped you'd grow up...I know you like women that can fight but you should get somebody that's not in the life somebody that wants better for you..."

"So that's what it's all about huh, Nadine? You think you're better than my ruca...this conversation is over..."

"It's not that! Look..." She took his phone. "Hey! What are you doing?"

She told him, "I left my number in there. Reach out to me when you wake up. It's not good if you're with a woman that gang bangs. I hope whoever she is she smartens up too. But a lot of the gangsters where you come from...like they don'gt know who they are. What tribe in Mexicpo they're from. They identify with Aztec shit it's in the gangs name. But you know who you are!"

"I tell motherfuckers they're probably not Aztec anyway..." He said. "Especially if they're from Michoacan or Jalisco. But sabes que? I grew up with them I aint better than them..."

"Yes, you are. You tried to go to college you tried to better yourself. That's a good thing, Joe! Just like those Aztecas don't know what tribe they are and the Vagos don't know what tribe they are, the same can be said for Ballas and Families they don't even know where their own homeland is!"

"So you trying to say we're the same as the morenos? No somos racista but we're not the same either we have different ways and cultures."

"I just mean that the way of a gangster is to be lost. To not know who you are."

"I know who I am..." Jose said standing up and taking his phone but he didn't delete her number. "But we're all lost, mija. You, me.,..this is Jock Cranley's America now and none of us matter."

He left but later that night he found himself staring at the phone until he could bear it no more. He hated that she not only created doubt in what he was doing but doubt even if he should be with Licha. He loved Licha but he also still had some unsolved feelings for Nadine too.

Blaine County

They had not expected that Cobb would talk. Or that he would give them the information as to where Eddie would be. So they'd had another idea. They had shaved him and then they had tattooed him. They'd had to keep him unconscious and subeued and it had taken a long time but now they finished it. They had used a shit load of gang tattoo ink but it had been done. They had tattoeed Cobb's skin completely black and now it was night and they had dropped him off in the territory of where the MH1 were active. He knocked on the door of Dillinger's home. He was wincing in pain. Dillinger came outside with his pistol drawn.

"Who the fuck are you, sambo...?" He demanded. Cobb groaned, "Dillinger...it's me...I...they..."

"What the fuck...Cobb?!" He nodded. "They're on the warpath. Loony Block...after Eddie...they killed..."

Dillinger caught him before he could pass out and he began to help him walk. "Just hang on...we're gonna get you some help..." BANG!

Cobb fell over coughing up blood falling over on the porch. Dillinger saw his oldest son holding a 10mm. "Jesus fuckin Christ what did you do that for?!" He demanded.

"That was a nigger attacking you, dad! We saw you wrestling with him. He had his arm around you...trying to put you in a headlock..."

"I was trying to help him up! That's Cobb...!" Cobb was paralyzed as the bullet had hit his spine. Dillinger turned to his two sons. "You fuckin idiot. There goes one of our best soldiers...if he needed to be shot I would have done it!"

A few nearby MH1 members came outside with shotguns drawn. They spotted a gray Felon parked up the street with a young black male of about eighteen. They started to walk towards his car and he peeled off. One of them fired once hitting his back left light. "FUCK OUTTA OUR NEIGHBORHOOD!" Screamed the MH1 member.

The man drove until he reached the outskirts and was just east of Algonquin boulevard and he made a call. "Yo...them white boys shot at me but I got up outta there. Funniest shit is...our boy got clapped. They mistook him for a brother..."

"Aight..." H Bomb stated on the other line. "We figured that. But no Eddie, huh?"

"Nah. But might be the next best thing. The cat that saw him his sons hot him. Didn't ya'll show me a picture of a skinny dude with almost bleach looking blonde hair and blue eyes? Looks like he was a jail bird?"

"Dillinger...cool...yeah that is the next best thing you did good lil homie but get on back to Davis before the cops out there start thinking you look suspicious...we're done in Blaine County for the day."

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That's it for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. I was gonna include Mai doing the lowrider envy mission but that's a short GTA Online mission that I can just show next chapter but who do you think I should have for her secondary person when robing the Ballas? Should it be Gina? Another DNB member? Perhaps one of the Sons of Polynesia either Ulu or Mahana? One of the Families members that isn't Lamar?

As far as Paul and them seeing that thing with Little Joe ok that was just kind of a funny thought I had in my head with the swing set because that song plays in Cat In The Hat when he gets hit in the balls and he's swinging on a swingset and it was so autistic i was like wtf does this have to do with getting hit in the balls? And then with Little Joe's crazy sex escapades with last time being a bunch of snakes I thought it would be funny to do my own take on that.

Oh to those of you who don't watch prison youtube channels but do follow my stories I suggest you check out the following channels like Prison POV, OG Badger, Big Herc, Pare Young to familiarize yourself with some of the prison slang used. The Driftwoods in this case is a reference to the Independent Riders a white protective custody gang that in the California prison system were peckerwoods under the Aryan Brotherhood but who dropped out people drop out for many reasons including the reasons I listed. Then for Surenos the dropouts are the 25ers or Pecetas. The Norteno dropouts are called Northern Riders.

Now they';re integrating general population yards in California with PC yards they call 50/50 yards and any GP inmate is expected to take off on a PC inmate AKA a SNY or special needs yard inmate or they'll be considered bad themselves and subject to a stabbing. A lot of these dropouts though are due to the whites, the Surenos and Nortenos having too strict of a program. The black inmates do not check paprwork or at leastnot all do the Bloods do to make sure you aren't a snitch or a chomo but I can't speak for all. See when people say car in California it can refer to what race or gang or county or city within that race you run with.

If you were a Sureno from let's say East LA you would run with the East LA car. Or if you're a Crip then ok there's the Long Beach crip car, Watts, Compton etc. Most white inmates do not bang on the streets with the exception of gangs like Pen1 so you instead have them represent their cities and in a way they have prison i guess you could say gangs but really cars but they do put in work so whites from Fresno are called the Fresnecks, if you're from Sacramento you're a Sacromaniac, and so on.

There is also speculation that Northern Clifornia white inmates show favoritism over socal white inmates so there has actually been infighting between Norcal and Socal peckerwoods. As for a J cat what that means is category J a person who is crazy and in teh more militant groups on the yard you can't be crazy and program on a main yard you have to go to a medical yard.

So J cat means crazy person which if you have read Carpe Diem my prequel fic to this and know who Morgan, Eddie's brother is who was a necrophiliac then you know why he would be considered a J Cat by today's standards and would be greenlit but people got away with more in the 80's and 90's vs now. Eddie being a rapist is definitely green for him to have Independent Riders under him makes sense.

Kenneth Leung is the visual basis for Liu Wei.

And I showed a bit of Lee and Task interacting and the set up for a mission for the Triads.

As for Grizz man is he caught between a rock and hard place and his son you kind of got a bit of a sense of him too.

As for Paul and Dawn i was gonna make that lemon longer and have their date be a bit longer but they have had a bit of a long date anyway. And initially i was going to have somebody attack them and them have to defend themselves during it but i decided this chapter was long enough.

This story is getting so long I may need to just make a sequel to it rather than keeping it going this long. So the next few chapters may be the last but I will definitely continue either way.

That's all for now.