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.

87. Two Rescues & One Death

Northeast Los Santos

Clyde and Jill made their way across the street and Clyde began to fire his Beretta. He struck the first two Vagos he saw including a man in a gold and white varsity jacket with a shaved head and a crucifix necklace and almond colored skin. He struck the man three times a few inches from his left ribcage. "Let Slim go! And we'kll get outta here!"

Jill fired her shogun striking a ago with slicked back hair and a black t shirt and khakis standing five nine. She hit the man in the left breast blowing his chest plate open. As the gang member fell over, more sldiers came from the sides f houses firing upon the two Caucasian invaders. "Shoot those gavachos!" Barked the sht caller as he opened fire towards Jill.

"They're coming for the linebacker! We bettr knee cap him!" Clyde took five rounds in the chest as he tried crssing the street hit from an eight 'clck angle from a Vago goon. He fell before rolling to cover behind the tire of a parked gray Sabre. Jill came blazing with the M4A1. Clyde made his way around the side of the house and he hit the Vaga of Filipina descent. "They killed her! They shot my ruca! Take the bitch out and bring th guero to me!'

Clyde yelled, "You don't kidnap an allstar, asshole!" He burst in and kicked in the screendoor after wasting one shot from the Beretta which he cursed himself for inwardly. He saw the Chicano gang leader and the braided cholo returned fire as he ran across the living room ducking behind a lazy boy chair. As Jill fired up at the window as two of his carnaleds fired out at her on the street, Clyde carefully picked his shots and aimed one hand around the kitchen corner and licked off four shots which hit a cholo with a crew cut in the back of the neck, the shoulder blade on the right, left and then nce through the back of the head exiting the right eyebrow.

The other gang member at the window turnd his shotgun on him but Clyde fired three this time and caught him with the third in the juggular vein. He got to Slim who had his head cracked open pretty badly and a bloodied and broken nose and there were lacerations on his right cheek from a pocket knife, cigarette burns on his right eyelid and inside his nostrils.

Clyde took the knife that had been used to cut the duct tape. "Cme on, buddy we're getting the fuck outta here!"

"Where yu putos think you're going? Yu think you can leave my house?!" He fired six shots and all of them hit Clyde in the vest and the fotball player slumped against the couch. "You packed kevlar, guero? That was smart. But it won't d much good against a peanut shot..." He went to aim and finish the burnout off but Slim tackled him and shoved him through the already broken patio window and he staggered ff the balcony. "That was for EVERYTHING YOU PUNK MOTHERFUCKER!" He took the dropped gun of a deceased chola and aimed it out the window at thefallen OG but he heard Clyde screaming in agony.

"What, blood what the fuck happened?"

"That asshole shot off part of my left ear!" He got a piece of it. and held it. "I need a piece!" Slim growled as he squeezed it at the fallen cholo below who had just broken a leg. "J! Finish that asshole off!" Clyde yelled.

The Vagos had brought reenfrcements and they were pinning her down across the street. Slim had a pistol similar to Clyde's but it only had a few shots. Still, as they came outside and saw at least five Vagos pinning Jill down while two more helped the wounded veterano to his feet. Clyde reloaded his magazine and fired a shot into the back of one of the Vagos and with tw rounds the man's spin was severed.

Slim went to fire off one shot at the two Vagos collecting their fallen homeboy ho[ping to put a round in each of them. They returned tw shots themselves but ity went wide and theey wre prioritizing their homie. "No let them go...please, Slim!"

"But that's the motherfucker that snatcjhed me up!"

"I knw ut Jill made it possible for me to get to you. It wuld have been suicide if I'd gone in alone. She chose tio help me I can't let them kill her!"

"Dog, she's got an M-16 she's cool!"

Clyde charged drawing the fire of the Vagos. He puinched an oprening in their perimeter causing two of them to scatteer firing blindly at him and he got behid a dark red Oracle and he knew Jill was ducked behind the beige Sentinel at the end of the block. She shouted, "Where;'s the .357? Can he hold a gun?"

Jill switched to the Remington now and Slim was given the .357 and he grumbled at it being a six shooter. "Six is an improvement to 0, fuck stick! Use it wisely."

Jill fired the M4A1 covering the two men and she dropped three Vagos, two males and a female crumpling like paper in a wastebasket as twenty rounds spread out into the three of them. "You're pretty fucked up, Clyde! Jesus!"

They bailed to the car and Clyde switched t the M4.

Slim had Clyde's ear in a Burger Shot cup full of ice cubes. He put it in the cup holder and started the ride up and pulled away. Jill and Clyde both jumped in but Slim quickly crashed into a gray Bobcat and Jill moved him aside. She drove and Clyde in his anger returned fire with the M4 as a carload of Vagos pursued them. "Slim, what the hell happened to you?! What did the Vagos want with you? Especially a set so far from your neighborhood?"

"You remember sme years ago the Aztecas kidnapped the presidents sn of a Central American contry or some shit and i think they did it to a football star. They did it over there though with the Soccer they call that football there but they thought they'd do the same to me."

"What, kill you or hold you for ransom? I knw they called for ransom but did they ever plan on honoring the deal?"

"Who knows with these Va Ho's man. I think both cause he said if they paid the ransom either the hood or the school, they'd let melive but if they didn't they said they was gonna drop my body off in thirteen pieces all over Strawberr mainly in Fresa 13's hood. They was gonna blame another Vago barrio on my death."

"Wait they charged you and the hood for ransm? Cause I was hearing about it on police scanners. They talked about that and yu said the streets got a ransm call?'

"Yeah./ My hood. Funny thing is the homies aint know about the school getting a call. But the homies had to go silent too after they got th call cause if the pigs knew...if the pigs knew that we got calls they might try and press us to drop a dime on the Ese's and I aint no snitch. Not even on a Va Ho...they was trying to get two paydays for one kidnapping. You believe that shit?"

"I'll tell you one thing, Slim!' Growled Clyde as he went into a bag that was his go bag as Jill floored. He fired a shot and hit one Vago in the right arm and the man shreiked as the round easily punched through his elbow. "After today you're cutting off ties to this street bullshit!"

"You think you're above getting shot? Look at Tupac Shakuar. He went backwards involving himself with gang members."

"That's only if you believe Baby Lane killed him I think the one time did that shit."

"That' what cnspiracy theorists say but the evidence is that he was killed by a gang member he stomped out. Come on, man. The cops might not care when a rapper gets killed but that doesn't mean he was killed by them. If you think people would never try and come again after you you're mistaken. You made it to college. Don't fuck it up the way I did."

"I appreciate all the help you gave me, Clyde. But you didn't grow up in South Central. It aint easy to walk away from all this."

"The only affiliation you shiould be worried about is your team. Look assholes like me we fuck up our NFL career by partying maybe domestic violence or something like that. But you're this newer breed of footall player with a past in the streets and it's not a good idea. Remember what happened to Moses Garcia. You know people that know what I did might cmpare me to BJ Smith. But you they'd compare to Moses Garcia. He just committed suicide in his cell. You wanna end up like him?"

"I'm black we don't hang ourselves."

"Yes you do! Yu might nt do it yourselves but I've seen plenty of people from your community engage in risky behavior that is just as suicidal as hanging yourself. You want to be in that cell doing life? Eight million dollars down the drain. That guy was a fuckin idiot. A bigger idiot than me. You got a golden ticket and you want to burn it on the streets?"

"That's real fuckin easy for you to say. You work for Trevor Phillips. That motherfucker's pushing meth all through out Southern San Andreas! You worked for all kinds of sketchy dudes."

"Yeah and I was injured I don't got a football career. You and I started off in different places but if you're smart yu can end up where I started off. I see this shit as penance but I have nothing coming t me. You do if you can stop hanging out with the wrong crowd. This is what's dumb about hanging out with gangs..." He sighed. "Maybe I'm just sme square white guy right what do I know? But plenty of inner city youth thought I was cool out on that gridiron. You play for somebody's team it doesn't matter what you are."

'What's that got to do with being a gangster in the NFL?"

"It has to do with the fact that for both men and women there are studies that show that you're less likely to fall for the pitfalls of adolence if yu play on a sports team/

Clyde turned to Slim. "Now enough of this gang banging bullshit. You got a gift from God, man."

"Look don't give me that bullshit about how I owe myself, aight dog?"

Clyde turned on the tough love in anger but he did so in a way that Jill approved of in silence. "Owe yourself? No. You don't owe yourself. You owe me.I just risked my ass. We boith did to get you out of there. A lot of athletes with gang ties get caught up. Even in the NFL you haven't even gone pro yet. You can avoid that here and now but only if you stop being a pussy and cash in the check you've been written. i'v been showing you shit and yeah...maybe us doing coke together wasn't a good idea. But we're past that. This is your wakeup call."

He got him to the university campus hospital. He carried him inside. They got him on a stretcher. "Your team is your gang from now on. Doesn't matter if they aint from Strawberry. The world is bigger than my hometown or you can see it if you stick by the right people."

Mai

"Hey, you know how there's a time when in every story about a leader taking power when they gotta, like you know, take out everybody against them? Well, sometimes even disappointed wannabe-ass leaders who ain't ever going to take power got to do that shit too... 'cause otherwise they'll get killed along with everybody else they ever knew."

A thirty seven year old black male with slight white ad,mixture was at the meeting and he was talking to Stone. "Look blood you just touched down off the motherfuckin pen. It's good you out here man on the real but you gotta be careful. One times still everywhere and after some of the shit we done did outta state feds is sniffing around."

"Is that why we up the street and not down thee block? I mean look at that prep school motherfucker, man! If this was back in my day we'd book his ass just for even coming around here!"

"Look, that aint why we all here though. We got too much heat on these streets but we need to get back on that hustle. We got the plug back and we got a way to make shit clean again. All things is handled as far as we're concerned south of the border."

They knew they needed to save the meeting for when they would go indoors.

They arrived at Grove Street and Mai had her Sniper Rifle ready as she zoomed in on a black male with a purple and black polo shirt and baggy blue jeans. She fired the shot over the shoulder of some preppy looking white guy who looked out of place in Davis. She hit the gang member in the chest.

With a burst of rounds, Gina began to unload on the Ballas as well with her AK-107. T Mart sprayed two Uzis in their limned up twop Ballas up the street. "Vagos for life!" He barked.

Clayton fired his M3 striking down a Baller who was overweight with dreadlocks wearing a white t shirt and black gym shorts. He hit him in the right man tit and blew it off. "Breast reduction surgery!" He growled. The Baller cried out writhing in agony as the fat spilled into the pavement and blood. He tried to raise his withdrawn Browning HP but Clayton fired at the other tit and bellowed, "Now you won't have as many back problems!"

Mai fired two more rounds and he hit the second Baller in the chest and the third she hit in the face. Mai fired and struck the Baller known as P Nut who was talking to Stone before they pulled up. Mai's rifle was hit as the Ballas returned fire. The rifle fell as the scope was destroyed. Mai went for her M4 as she saw Stone firing two Handguns at them and Mai ducked came back firing after he let off six shots. She fired striking Stone three, four five times in the chest.

"That's all of em!" Clayton cried out as he had turned three more OCB members into spam. "Let's go!"

They sped away. The Ballas fired at the van and T Mart and Gina fired back at them forcing the Ballas to spread out making their shots scatter as they fired running sideways which took away some of the accuracy. Stone sat up coughing. His chest was sore. He was helped up by K Low. "Hey, dog the motherfucking Scraps hit us up, man!"

Stone looked at the fallen OG P Nut who had been the homie to get out of prison. "They fuckin popped P...what the fuck..."

"Get the whips, blood we going after em!"

Lamar informed them that the next band of Ballas were on bikes. They pulled up alongside them and they opened firee omn the one at the back a man in a varsity jacket with no helmet. T Mart and Gina opened fire out the window and all the rounds smashed into the man's back and the ribs from side to side. The gangster fell off the bike crashing but his body slumped against it as it skidded in the road. It was almost like he was a fly and the rounds were a swatter and he was the conter top. They sped up to go after the other bikes.

Gina sawed down two of the purple clad gang members on bikes as they rolled down hill and only one survived but he took a nasty spill down the hill. There were two more a good distance up the road from them and T Mart unloaded twenty rounds from each. The Ballas on bikes were firing back on the Moonbeam with Glocks and they were hittingt the windshield quite a bit as they had a wider target than the DNB members did but the Asian gangsters had heavier weapons.

"Fuckin ball sacks!" Growled Gina with a wicked grin. "We don't get to kill enough of those bitches living in the Flats."

"Well that was some Rancho B Dogs we just laid down..." Stated Clay. "They aint a hood close to us but if word gets out then the Ballas will be pushing into our hoods next. Bad enough we gotta deal with regular Va Ho's and the Bi Ho's. Can't be having a bunch of them purple rag faggots riding through. See people look at me they don't know if I'm repping DNB as it is or if I'm trying to throw the green rag over my style but people believe what they want. I see a stitch of purple rolling in my hood I'm squeezing off the mag. Even if I only had a six shooter six is better than zero."

They chased the Ballas down the street until they got to South Rockford Drive. The last of them were exterminated up close by Clayton.

"You got those assholes? Aight we moving up the food chain. Pedro at the Richmen Hotel."

Mai was listening to Lamar say something about needing security and how if he had security he would still be in this mess but they might not. He then started rambling about how they must have believed in King LD making the hood a better place and how there would be free ice cream and no gang beef cause the Ballasd were dead."

They pulled up to the Hotel. Mai told Clayton, "Let's trade places. It's better if there are three automatics gunning for this guy than two autos and a shotgun."

She also had an idea. "Keep your face covered but uncover your hair..."

"Why?" He asked. She handed him a purple bandanna to put over his face and take the mask off. "You serious?"

"No time like the present..."

"This is some bullshit you aint asked Gina or T to do that shit I know what that's about..."

"Get the sand outta your vagina, nancy. T Mart did his part with speaking Spanish when we hit the Covenant and Rancho sets. It might have been Filipino style Spanish but they'll never know the difference. Neither will most eyewitneses."

"They would if they speak Spanish..." Gina pointed out.

"Let's hope we're not that lucky. Odds are most of the people that had eyes on us in Davis and Rancho weren't Spanish speakers."

"Davis is over 50% Latino and Rancho is closer to 70..."

"Look we do this now or you get out right here and now and you get nothing. And it's gonna be raining bullets here either way but I'd rather be in the van than without a ride."

"Fine. But i aint doing no shit like this again. You lucky we already here. If we were five minutes away I'd say no."

They began to fire on the Vagos. Clay aimed his M9 out the window and started firing at the closest Vago bodyguard he could see. He hit the man five times, three in the stomach, one in the left knee cap and once in the right hand.

With everyone else masked up, while it could be likely ascertained what race they were on a camera which the hotel was sure to have, Mai, T Mart and Gina were all in ski masks with only Clayton wearing the purple rag.

Mai fired striking down three Vagos. T Mart aimed for the entrance of the hotel as Mai and Gina chopped throug all of the man's bodyguards. Shots rang out back at the van but Mai took only a few rounds in the chest and she had a vest on. Gina took two rounds as well but T Mart sprayed the freshly reloaded Uzis like a mad man acting like he was an outlaw with two six shooters at the OK Corral.

With twenty rounds he took down Pedro Carlos with four rounds to the neck. The remaining sixteen rounds were enough to sweep up the two Vagos with him They reloaded. They sped out of there.

"Pedro Carlos...that fool was from the hood out of Magellan."

Lamar began to describe the Vagos they were going after next and started blaming all of them for putting it in his head that this was possible. "Jose Carlos no relation is on the boat. Push up on them and open their bitch asses up!'

Mai had a backup Sniper Rifle and she began to look through the cope. With three shots, three Vago bodyguards were down. Gina, T Mart and Clayton started going in heavy. They opened fire and Gina hit one Vago in a teal button up shirt and brown khakis of Mexican descent with beige brown skin and almon shaped hazel eyes in the forehead. The heavy fire blew his brains out of the top of his skull as they chipped away at him. His friend behind him a Chicano with a shaved head and a Pounders jersey took five rounds in the throat and his larynx was exposed to the sea air.

Mai had a LAW inside the van she had brought just in case. "Cover me!" She cried out as the Vagos returned fire. Clayton and T Mart bought her some cover drawing their fire but Clayton took five rounds as a Vago returned fire with a Mac-10. Two rounds also found their way into his right shoulder. "FUCK! WHY'D I HAVE TO GET SHOT TONIGHT?!"

"Get him back to the ride and get it running. I'll finish up here!" Mai called out. She aimed for another Vagos head as he rained fire at T Mart and Gina with Gina doing the covering fire for T Mart to get Clayton to the Moonbeam. "I can walk, man, fuck!"

Mai took out the right eye socket of a Vago. The man's eyeball was blown through the back of his skull with not much remaining except tendon run through and mixed in with pieces of broken skull and brain matter. Another Vago with sleeves of tattoos fired at the moonbeam and Mai fired into his jaw. The powerful round ripped through his tongue severing it in two and the bottom half of his jaw came apart in an explosion. "Talk about a jaw dropping moment!" Mai called out with a laugh.

T Mart got Clayton in the Moonbeam and began driving along the pier waiting for Mai and Gina to finish up. Gina reloaded and engaged the rest of the Vagos who still had the high ground.

Mai saw the boat taking off and Mai aimed for the driver. With a shot through the neck the driver was done. She waited seconds before putting one through Jose Carlos's left temple and it exited out of his right. She retreated back to the Moonbeam but she heard Gina cry out. She saw her and a Vago bodyguard struggling for his pistol and he had caught her when she ran dry but she'd attacked him however he slammed her against the side of a trashcan and put the pistol to the back of her head while taking her backup USP 45 and aiming it at Mai. "What the fuck are you bitches doing, huh?! You know who you killed?!" He made sure to stay ducked behind Gina.

"You can hit me with that sniper perra but you'll have to go through your friend. I know what you're thinking...you could take the shot at my arm but I still got a piece at the back of her head./ It aint a dead man's switch but it's close enough. I'm eithe this putas grim reaper or her lifeline!"

Mai sneered. "If I let you go youi'll either try and kill us or you'll get more of your homies after us."

"You already killed the big homie and it was my job to protect him. We already hit that one punk. I hit him..."

Gina recognized the cholo. "Wait a second...Hector is that you?! That's a hell of an upgrade from boosting cars on the West Side..." She was referring to thee man eing an East Side Vago ut choosing the western half of Cypress Flats to steal cars. "So do any of your homegirls know you like a thumb in the ass before you nut?"

"Callete puta or I'll blow your brains all over that bitches leather jacket. So that's what this shit is? DNB business huh? You know I thought it might have been you that night I got shot but you fucked up cause I didnm'yt die..."

"Oye! I'll make you a deal! Drop the sniper rifle and you walk out of here. You and those other two jotos with you and me and Gina get reaquiainted."

"Afraid I can't do that..." Mai said wondering if she should try a leg shot instead but knew that if she missed she could accidentally hit Gina.

"If you don't I kill her and maybe kill you. He took out a pin from the grenade he had stashed in his belt. "Last chance! Live to fight another day or me and this bitch get blown up! I;ll be in her guts either way!"

"All right!" Mai said. She would retreat but she had to find another plan. "No, Hector I told you the last time WAS the last time..."

"The last time is whenever I say it is bitch..."

She groaned as he groped at her breasts and said, "You were the lucky one, Hector..." With her teeth gritted.

"How? How was learning to walk again lucky, puta?!"

"I'd think I was lucky if I got to fuck me before I died..." This confused him just long enough for her to drive her left elbow into his face. The gun went off near her head and he fell back against the railing and the grenade no longer being cooked fell at his feet and she was tearing away from him with her ears ringing. He looked down at the grenade landing near him only to realize his fatal mistake. "NO...!" He was cut off by the blast and both his l;egs were obliterated at the ankles and shrapnel shredded his groin and some went up to his face slicing both cheeks open. The handgun exploded with the grenade blast added with the live ammunition and gunpowder inside the gun this ampliefied the blast and sent him flying into the water but smacking his carcass on another boat before he went into the water.

"Nice save!' Mai stated with admiration.

"It was worth a shot. He won't be the first op to grab my tits probably won't be the last but they'll all get what he got..." She breathed. "I can still barly hear you."

"It'll pass./ We'll get you some ear plugs to use from now on like when I was in the Army...scratch that it needs to be better than the plugs we had..."

They heard Lamar chime in about how Edgar Carlos the last of the shot callrs was on his way. Mai got to the Moonbeam and got the LAW missile launcher ready. There were several choppers coming their way. One with an MP5 fired down at them as did the others. Two rounds of about ten that hit the Moonbeam hit Clayton in the left leg. "FUCK!" He cried out. "IS IT MY NIGHT, GOD?!"

Mai aimed for the pilot and fired the missile. She hit the chopper Edgar Carlos was on. Edgar Carlos, a dark skinned Chicano with a shaved head and a silver necklace in and a silver shirt, had only a moment to comtemplate his fate before the tail of the chopper was hit by the missile and the bird split into pieces midair befoe crashing to a fiery inferno and the chopper actually ended up landing on the same boat of Jose Carlos. "Viking funeral!" Mai barked before she returned to the Sniper Rifle to take down the rest. With a few more shots they all crashed with driverless choppers to the watery surface. Mai got back in the Moonbeam and they took off.

"Why the fuck did I have to get shot...shit! I been shot before...I knew I'd get shot again but why'd it have to be tonight?! I had plans! Fuck,..." He groaned.

"What plans?!" Mai demanded.

"What...?"

"What plans just focus on my voice keep talking. We gotta still get rid of this van."

"Was gonna go to the club hit up some bitches on the dance floor. Some new spot downtown LS I wanted to check out."

Mai told Gina to call her father and have him meet them at the nearest motel. She would take care of the van.

After a twenty five minute drive with Gina and T Mart keeping pressure on Clayton's wounds, Clayton wondered, "Why aint the cops on us yet? As much shit as we just stirred up...?"

"They're still trying to catch up, homie..." T Mart suggested. "Think about it we just lit up two crews of Ball Lickers in two different hoods then went and wet up a bunch of scraps in a pretty rich part of town. But we do want to be a long ways away from here by the time the pigs get here."

Gina read a text back from her father. "He says to meet him at the beachouse in Chumash. He said you'd know which one."

"You sure he said that?"

"Yeah he said the one with a tan Bobcat in the front lawn lookin all outta place in this neighorhood."

Mai chuckled shaking her head. "That was more for you."

"Look, I get it if that's what i have to do to really be down with the Thu family like that now that I know who ya'll are...I'm in."

"Hey, look I might have asked you to use your hair but that was just to throw the Vagos off our scent just like T Mart did. Besides...you're the only one of us that's Asian but still just mixed enough to be less likely to crash..." She said wit a joking friendly smile. "Same as my dad. You and him can drive ok. But I'm 75%. I'm hopeless..." This earned a paiuned laugh from, Clayton but he said, "No good...cause a lot of brothers don't listen to the ten and two shit wanting to hold the wheel with one hand looking all cool and making fun of the white boys and Asians that do ten and two till we fuck around and crash and don't look that cool being hauled off on a stretcher."

Gina punched his leg lightly. "AHHH WHAT THE FUCK?!" He cried out.

"It's just a few shots you pussy you act like you've never been shot before. Abnd I got shot in the vest too..."

"I got shot in areas NOT COVERED IN FUCKIN KEVLAR!" He growled.

"We all got hit though any of us could have had one hit us for real. And it could have been worse than this. What would you rather have two in the shoulder and two in each leg or a slug to the head?"

"Bullshit...! You and Mai might have got tagged with the vest on but look at T Mart. Not a scratch on him."

"That's cause I had two guns and you had one bro..."

Twenty minutes later Khoi was there with three other Da Nang Boyz that looked like fobs but had actually gotten out of jail having each started a bid in LS County Jail before Mai got to Los Santos. He had them take the Moonbeam away. Mai was holding Clayton down as Khoi was digging the second slug out of his second leg. "FUCK!"

"Don't squirm too much, kid. I could nick an artery. You're lucky the shoulder wounds were through and through..."

"Oh yeah..." Snapped Clayton. "I should play the lotto I'm so fuckin lucky."

"You ever get shot in war? It's a lot worse than the streets of America. I've been shot by Northern Vietnamese, Americans, French. And more than that it was by bigger artillery than what you got hit with. Quit being a girl."

Paul

2006

"What you want?" Paul asked.

"Look at this fool talking with an accent. You lost homie cause I know your ass aint from round here."

"What's yop name homie?" Demanded the goon with the cornrows. "Pablo."

Paul knew that when dealoing with people in Bohan he couldn't exactly say he was from out there and he didn't want to say where he was really from. "Pablo? You Puerto Rican or some shit? You don't look Rican to me."

"I'm from Broker..." He said realizing that could potentially get him into some shit. People from Bohan and Algonquin were more together while Broker and Dukes were more the other side.

"Where in Broker?" Demanded the biggest football player.

"Rotterdam Hill."

"That cracker ass neighborhood? Aint too many spics out there. So if you a spic why you got green eyes? Looking like a leprachaun just nutted in your eye sockets..."

This got a laugh out of the rest of them. "I'm sure you say that to all guys. That why you joined the football team?"

"Nah nigga I joined for the ho's and aint no bitches about to give your ass no play with your ugly ass pizza face..." Paul felt his face grow red with anger and embarassment.

"You wanna know what the difference is between the pimple on my face and your daddy and yours?" Paul asked.

"What? Fuck are you talking about? You corny."

"My pimples didn't come on my face till i was thirteen."

There were several black girls with them that were laughing at him getting made fun of then their mouths opened at what he said about the football star.

"I should fuck you up right here..." One of the girls grabbed his backpack and tossed it to one of the football players. They began to play a game of keep away tossing his backpack every time he went to it. Paul got an idea. He popped one of the white heads on his jawlinem a painful one and he went straight for the girl who had taken away his backpack. He wiped it in her hair and she shreiked asnd slapped him with nails. Her nails scratched his left cheek. He rght hooked her in the nose without a seconds hesitation.

He also wiped the puss and blood on the face of the main bully who threw a hard left into Paul's face knocking him to the ground. "Lil bitch!" Paul caught him in the groin with a left coming up but the punches and kicks from his friends were already happening and he was getting jumped.

He covered his head the blows and kicks hit him in the side. He heard one of the football jocks cry out in surprise and he felt a few less fists and feet catching him. He stood up stll ready to fight. He had angry tears in his eyes. He spotted a male of Puerto Rican descent with a fade style haircut standing at five foot five wearing a Liberty City hockey jersey. He had a very chalky pale brown skin tone but was still ethic looking.

He had a teen with him of Peruvian descent. She was part blacj and he could see it but she still looked Indigenous. She was throwing down with three of teh girls withthe football player and she grabbed the weave off one of them as she had her own hair grabbed. "Yeah bitch my fuckin hair doesn't come off like yours!" She drove a knee into the belly of the main one, Raquel who looked a bit like Beyonce.

He groaned getting to his feet. "What the fuck nigga? This aint got shit to do with the Lords. Step off!"

"Nah punk YOU step off before I run this blade up your ass, cocolo."

he pulled out a knife. The football player was breathing hard and demanded, "How the fuck you always manage to sneak shit pastthe metal detectors?"

"Doesn't matter bitch. Just know that I can and you can't and that makes me more bad than you.'

The girl with the Spanish Lord was a junior with coffee colored skin.

The head football player growled, "This shit aint over. I'ma be seeing you around, son. This aint no faggot ass Broker. This South Bohan!"

"You're a fag IN Bohan!" Shouted the Spanish Lord member.

As they walked down the hallhe had with him a teen of Native American ancestry. The teenagers mother had been the same tribe as Paul and like Paul, he had come over. his father had been a Mexican national from the state of Puebla. Their son was a caramel color. He had black haitr but his wavy ponytail sction of his hair had been spray painted gold. "She:kon. Yonkyats K:or. Ok nise?"

(What's up my name is Paul. and you?'

The gangster replied, "English or Spanish,homie. I'm assimilated."

"Where you from though?" He looked at his turtle clan tattoo on is left arm. "That shit's fuckin dope."

"Yeah you know whattrip on this. Most people get a tat on the right I was like nah fuck that put me down for a left..." He added, "Rotterdam Hill."

"Hey it's good to see another Mohawk."

"It's Liberty City we're all over so that don't mean shit to me. Besides, I'd die for my hermanos out here..." He could tell not just bhy the street lingo that he identified more with his father's side, he also knew that he had grown up in Rotterdam."

"Damn it's like that, homie?"

"Look, just saying I can't even claim Rotterdam like it's some kinda real hood. This is the hood I know. Bohan is where I belong and the only tribe I consider myself a Lord."

"But they call you Spanish. You aint Spanish!"

"Man, I don't trip off that. To America we Spanish. Even if I know soy Indio it don't matter to them cause they don't care. They aint only erasing Indians from our own history it's also erasing the Spanish from theirs. They used to have segregation signs that said no Mexicans or Spanish allowed even though Spanish are white and we aint. That's how much pendejadas they have. Blanquitos are just that stupid."

Paul wouldn't know this until years later when he would get to know peopl across the country from Latin America but when the gangster said the term blanquito this was more of a Puerto Rican Spanish term for a Caucasian despite Ten Speed being first generation Mexican American son of a Mexican national but since most of Ten Speeds friends were Puerto Ricans with some fellow Mexicans, an occasional Salvadoran, many Cubans, virtually no Dominican friends and pockets of South Americans who were Lords like him so he was exposed to more different variations of Spanish just living in Liberty City.

The girl was named Tata. The leader of the pack was el tornillo

Ten Speed lit up the blunt he had and took a hit as they left the school grounds. "You're gonna smoke that shit outside?! Fuck'as wrong with you?"

"Fuck outta here, pussy. We don't give a fuck about no law out here. Lords run this shit. We're the law."

"Yeah but getting faded out in the open? They'll catch us slipping."

"The one caught slipping was you..." Tata blurted out. "That's what happens in the hood when you roll solo that's why nobody does it. Even the fuckin nerds gotta stay together cause they know they're the only ones that might ever make it outta here."

"And those assholes were the jocks..."

"You look like you play football. Why don't you go out there and join them?" Asked el tornillo.

"I can play basketball and baseball but I hate football. Hate footall players too."

"Yeah I feel you man. I like Soccer and baseball more than that bullshit. I like the bats but we break a different kinda balls."

"So what kinda Rican are you?" Asked El Tornillo.

"Como se llama?" Asked Tata.

"Pa...Pablo."

"I'm taking you to see King Lalo and Sobo. You get down with us, manito? Aint nobody gonna fuck with you no more."

"Why would you want that, dog?" Asked Paul. "You don't know nothing about me."

"You stood up for yourself against those cocolo motherfuckers. We had to make sure you'd stand for yourself before we stand for you."

"Appreciate the help but why you don't help out some of the smart kids getting their ass beat?"

"Aint the way it works in the jungle, homie. The soft don't last. Mothafuckas like that the best chance they got is to get outta Bohan and go to some Ivy League school."

"We got beef with the Trinity's. Watch out for those pussy motherfuckers. They walk around with machetes to hide the fact they got little dicks. Fuckin Dominicanos...you know they're Latin like us too but they aint getting with the program. Here we stand united we got Salvadorans, Mexicans Puerto Ricans and Cubans in our chapter but the Dominicans want to cling to nationalism and keep tensions with Puerto Ricans instead of a united Latin brotherhood in all five boroughs. They're scaring any Dominicanos from getting down with us in our neighborhoods or theirs. It's hurt our ability to recruit Dominicans in Bohan or Northwood. I aint sure if the older generation before me even wanted Dominicans in our thing. I wanna say maybe but then again Ricans and Domonicans...there's no love lost."

Manny Escuela nodded, "In my primitive stage as a Lord if I was gonna be about one nation against another, that would be one thing but as we are a united brotherhood WITHIN the Lords, our hermanos would back us up and that would drag everybody else into this war. It's already happening and bodies have been dropped on both sides but the Trinity's are stubborn. But it's bullshit cause it makes their side fuckin hypocrites and in the end they're gonna lose."

Sobo shook his head. "What the fuck are you always talking about that primitive stage bullshit for, Manny? This is what we do. I didn't start the Lords out here to be some socialist movement, pendejo! It was just to protect Latinos inside. That's it.'

"You gotta think bigger than that, manito! We're people of the third wotrld but we're Lords at heart! The syste,m of injustice and poverty is against true Lords cause a true Lord won't stand for that shit."

"What's the primitive stage?" Asked Paul.

"Don't be telling him shit he's a new comer we don't know if he's down..."

"He held his own against the cocolos at school...'

"That don't prove shit...anybody can knock one of them out. Except maybe a gringo. Those pussies are afraid of anybody darker than a paper bag. Or even the same as a bag. Throwing fists is one thing that don't mean he has true huevos."

"Hey but this gurrero could be the next soldado in the movement, Sobo! He could be the face of a new generation. If we're gonna make the Lords something mainstream we gotta do this."

"He's nobody, hermanito. When I gave you the control when I went to prison, I wanted you to keep our balls on the street. I didn't think you were going to turn us into a charity case!"

"Why not let the brother prove himself?"

"How?" Asked Manny Escuela.

"We'll let the homie party with us for a while. See what he's about if he fits in with the in crowd. Ten Speed aint you the same tribe as this hermano?"

Ten Speed nodded. "Yeah he's Rican and Mohawk. Rican mama but I don't know any of his parents by name.'

"You asked?" Demanded Sobo.

Ten Speed nodded. "Okay, Ten Sped you're dismissed now."

Manny handed the teenagers each some money and said, "Here go have some fun, gente! This is for the big dogs. No peewees in this..."

"I think it's about time you stopped considering me a peewee don't you think? Ten Speed's eighteen and I'm about to be eighteen."

"No you're about to be seventeen, 't try and bullshit a former bullshitter!" Manny chuckled.

They took off and the head of the teens that had backed him up stated, "It's your lucky day. We're gonna go kick it at this chica Eliabeta Torre's spot. i'll introduce you to her..wher you stay at in Bohan anyway?"

As the teenagers left, Sobo suggested, "Hermano didn't you have that probl;em you needed dealt with from that boboso you grew up with?"

"I been outta the pen for five years, Sobo six years was as much time as I ever wanna see. I'm not saying i'm not down but I proved I had cojones inside. Inside matters more than out here.'

"Yeah but you never spilled blood out here on the streets.'

"And if I kill my ex fiancee's husband the fist motherfucker Liberty's finest is coming after is me."

"Unless you're in an area where your presense is accounted for while the hit goes down. Maybe we can see if that chicos got any balls. He's gotta at least have more rains than Ten Sped. And if a teenager is who did it and he has no ties to the Lords through membership that's evenbetter."

"We'll reach out through the peewees to see if he's up for we gotta make sure he's all right."

There was a curly haired Puerto Rican woman in her mid twenties. She was known as a Reina or sometimes known as a Lady lord. She had prtty brown eyes and a ewarm enough smile but she looked more like a bartender than a gang banger from South Bohan."

"Sobo, if he doesn't want to have her killed he shouldn't have to. And you asking an outsider to take care of it aint right..."

"Callete perra!" Barked Sobo. "Nacho, if you don't have this dickhead killed what kind of man does that make you? It makes us all look bad, chico. I started the Lords out here to make sure the cocolos didn't give us anymore grief. Those 5 dickheads have wettened up my shank more than a few times."

"I can't be hearing this, b. I'm out. Ya'll do what you're gonna do but I could get caught up just listening to this shit while you're planing it."

"You better not fuckin talk, Manny!' Warned Sobo. "I'm gonna be handing you the reins soon. You'll be the face of our organization but never forget I'm the cojones. Entiendo?"

"Bro, as long as you been knowing me, when have I ever snitched bro? It aint about snitching cause I know if I ever did I lose everything. But if somehow the police found out I was here while you talked about what you;re about to do I could get an accessory to murder charge. Then who is gonna make us legit, B? Who will get the police off our backs?"

"Go smile for the cameras, faggot. This is a discussion for grown ups..." Waved off Sobo.

Morena sighed. "I still don't think it's a good idea, Enrique. It's not gonna win Nacho back his girl killing her muchacho."

"It aint about getting her back. It's about him making one of us look bad."

"Yeah but if he gets killed how are we gonna take credit for that/ Better yet how can the Lords deal with him and have it be known the streets got him without it coming back on us? On me? She already hates me as it is."

"You sound like a lovesick puppy. Are you a white boy, Nacho? You supposed to be Boricua. Ladies love a man that can speak Spanish. Why you wasting time with a bitch that left you while you were in prison?"

He then said, "I'm gonna make a suggestion here and it aint a suggestion it's an order. Go to the triangle club and get laid. Javier, Jesus and Jose are over there the run that 'll take care of you."

Central Ls Hospital

His son was there with him. He had maybe three days left of bed rest he needed before he could be at home.

A maroon Cavalcade pulled up as two Aztecas wee smoking cigarettes out front. "Helgada been making big moves, homie. Making sure all the Azteca varrios run like clockwork."

The other Azteca a shaved headed man with glasses and a dark blue and black polo t and blue jeans nodded. "Somebody's got to. Shit mi varrio is being given a bad name by Lil Maniaco. I don't like the way he rep like he's from the hood. He was never pushing a line when he was inside. He kept his mouth shut and just programmed. But now cause he makes more feria in legit ways than most of th homies he thinks he's better than everybod else."

The Ballas were spotted by the two Aztecas. "What the fuck you doing around here? You're in the wrong neighborhood chavala!" He brandshed his M9.

A Baller wearing a dark red hat on backwards and a white t shirt and silver necklace sneered and aimed his shotgun out the window while his homies both had pistols aimed out at them. "You only got one, chico. You don't want no problems...just step off and let nature take its course. We dealing with a snitch. One of ours."

The Aztecas cursed in Spanish but then walked away putting his pistol back.

Just then, shots rang out. A Mexican American security guard was hit with two rounds in the gut and he fell against a gurney clugtching his wounds. "God! FUCK!" He cried.

The Carsn thug fired his Beretta out of the doorway into the hallway and he let off five shots one of which hit the overweight Baller in the right knee. "Fuck ya'll!"

"You stand with a snitch you die with one, bitcjh!"

Croak backed up and fired a quick three and one round sounded out and grazed the left side of his wrist. "Fuck!" He told Grizz, "Stay the fuck down! Ball Aches is here to jack you up!"

"Yu shuldn't be involved in this shit. None of it!" He growled. The Ballas backed off but only by a little. They were reloading and regrouping."

"If I wasn't here you'd be dead, pop! Some of these punks are dressed like doctors!"

He slipped a hand out and pulled the wounded Baller close. He took the man's firearm, a Glock 19 and handed it to Grizz. "Negro, do I look like I'm in any kinda shape to be fighting?"

"You might as well make yourself useful. I been beefing with purple rag niggas my whole life but they want me dead cause I'm from C Block. Not cause of diming niggas out. I been to jail too you aint see me snitch."

"Ya'll niggas hear that shit?!" Growled a Baller wearing a surgeons mask over his face. "The snitches son is arguing with his ass about him being a snitch while he trying to shake on us!"

"There's no way outta this hospital, Croak! This aint got shit to do with crabs. Send that ole mark ass snitch out the door wheel him out if you want!"

"It's a snake that snitches on his homies but he aint snitch on the homies he snitched on a nigga that was a big homie that killed his real homie. He was truer to the Ballas car than any BGA program."

"Dn't matter! snitch is a snitch. The big homies is embarassed. You aint getting outta here any other way."

"It's a snake that sells his own flesh and blood out."

'

"What flesh and blood you aint know that nigga most of your life he aint nobodies father! Even if you get past us all the hood's gonna know you backed up a snitch and your family will be finished."

"Really nigga? We always had snitches on the yard in the pen/. Big homie said we needed the numbers against the Ese's and the Aryans. I know you were doing time at the same time as Willie Bolo. Yeah, Diondre I recognize your ass."

"This aint the pen we got numbers on the streets and that motherfucker snitched on a nigga that had a date! Now he's doing life cause of that old bitch!"

He got behind Mark. He whispered, "Get ready to start busting. There's nine in the mag hit any Ball Ache you can. I'm finna get us across to the nurses station."

Croak put the vest in front of Grizz. "Yeah...I'm about tired of Ballas..and Locs myself..." Growled his father. "I want to go somewhere that shit doesn't exist. Somewhere small town..."

"Hld up, nigga leaving LS is one thing. But you wanna have me out in the woods with a bunch f rednecks? Hell no."

"Then I'll find us a HBC town with a low crime rate but we are getting th fuck outta LS and we aint goinna be anywhere that people do any ki nda ignorant hood bullshit like where we come from. You lost homies to the streets even though I wasn't around. You've seen what this life amounts to."

He rolled him in and they both began firing. Four rounds struck a Baller in a Panics jersey in the chest. Neither son nor father were sure which of them had hit him as they both were aiming for him. The police were outside. "What now, smart ass? Yu got the cops on us..."

"You think these pigs are gonna give a fuck who started busting first? They're in thee way of our freedom and a new life same as these purple rag bitches! They're the ops they gotta get popped!"

He found a fire extinguisher and threw it towards the Ballas near the nurses station. He grabbed an oxygen tank from a fallen man of Salvadoran descent in his seventies hit by strays from the Ballas. He took the oxygen tank and threw it their way. He fired three shots. The explosion knocked them both over. Three Ballas flew in several directions.

"Shit aint right...all this gunfire in a fuckin hospital, man!" Grizz growled.

"They're the ones that came to the ER heated! They aint caught me slipping cause I aint never lacking like your ass but all this shit's on them!" They got outside and Croak put on a green rag over his face and he got to where two EMT's had just pulled up. Both of them were men of Latin American descent the first being a Mexican American from Northern Rancho. The second was Salvadoran American."

Get your motherfucking uniforms off, cuz! Then get up front and drive!" They both held their hands up. They did as they asked and they got the uniforms on. Grizz was put in the back on a stretcher.

"One word on the radio you'll find out if that shits true about doctors making the worst patients!"

"They're not doctors you idiot...they're EMT's..."

"These niggas still had to go to medical school, fool! This IDIOT is the reason you aint wearing a tag on your toe! You thought these motherfuckers was gonna protect you?"

They drove out of there. "We're going to Blaine County...my pops is gonna meet some people out there...you want to live you do what we tell you. You can call five o and tell em whatever when we gone ause we'll be gone."

"All rightl...just takje it easy..."

Ivan

Vasily nodded. "Oleg was killed in front of me practically. I couldn't stop dreaming about it all. I hadnt in years but yes...nine years ago Oleg was trying to warn me that perhaps the feds were onto us; I met up with him that day. I started drawing the face I saw that day. I hadnt dreamed about it in years but then I did again. So I drew him. And then I realized where I had seen this man before. I knew him. He smuggled for pople kuje us across the Adriatic. Do you remember Yuri Laganov and Viktor Zinovav?"

" did time at the prison camp. Bad men even for my standards. They'll kill anybody for a buck."

"They raped this man's aunt. You know when it happened and I found out about it...there were three of them you see. They were supposed to collect money they owed us but they didn't. The men raped her and killed her. I killed one of them when I saw them again. But after that I got assigned to another mission. II don;t know what the Bravta is doing in Serbia but they killed her. I killed one and the other two got away. Niko Bellic told his cousin that his mother died in a house fire."

"This is why m friend Oleg died. All he ever did was tell the truth about the Uniteed States. Even as I had a job here back then I didn't think a lot of what he had said on this website was true. This man killed Oleg and I think that this is penance for me not standing up back then more./ I should have killed all three of them."

"How could he have known about this if it was all these years ago how would he have recognized you? The time you were in Serbia during the war and the time you were in Liberty City were different periods in your life."

"i am not saying he knew what he was doing. If he had any ideaI had been there when his mother died he would have assasinated me."

He showed Ivan on his computer. "The IAA got the harddrive. But i still have the copy of my own email with him."

Ivan sighed. "We need to get my father out of that black site. He has spent too long there. Who knows what it has done to his mind."

"We can deal with that as soon as possinl but you should know that Grisha has gone back to Hove Beach. He told Natasha before he caught his flight. Apparently there is trouble on the Homefront. Another crime family from Russia. Friends of Ray Bulgarin from a long time ago."

"We can deal with that bullshit in Broker once my father is free."

Mai

She then looked on her PDA to see a video she was not meant to see. It was Paul and Bernard the United Liberty Contact asked him if he would consider a career in the IAA.

"You know Michelle? She was just like you once. Lost. Hung with the wrong crowd. And looking to make things right with her government and countrymen. You got dual citizenship but that still makes you American. You could do the same. The question isn't why should you work for us, kid. It's why shouldn't you? We pulled up your school files. Despite your B average towards the end of High School that turned into a C average when you graduated it was discovered you had an IQ of 142. You have aspergers. The way guiys like you see things...it's a gift."

"Say I'm working at IAA. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed."

"Now the politicians are sayin' "send in the Marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some guy from South Bohan takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from the projects realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price." Mai's eyebrows raised as she saw him going off on the older man.

"And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute, little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at five-fifty a gallon. And naturally they're takin'
their sweet time bringin' the oil back and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink seven and sevens and play slalom with the icebergs and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil, and kills all the sea-life in the North Atlantic. So my homie's out of work and he can't afford to drive so he's got to walk to the job interviews which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue-plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State.

So what'd I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure I'll eliminate the middle man. Why not just shoot my homie, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? Shit , I could be elected President."

She got a call from Jill. "What's up? What are you doing back in town?" She asked the ex LSPD officer.

"Mai, I need our help! It's Clyde me and him we..Clyde's hurt. His ear...it got shot off..."

"It was just a piece of it!" He called.

"Men..." Jill stated nder her breath. "Can you help? This idiot is acting like a football player again. Not taking injuries serious enough."

"All right...there's a motel out near Eclipse Boulevard. The Fordham. I'll meet you there with somebody who can help."

She made a call and before long she was headed there. The song Fallen Angel by Poison played on LS Rock Radio. She spotted their car up ahead but heard a comotion and she saw several Asian gang members rushing and attacking both Clyde and Jill.

Shayla was a skinny Viegtnamese girl wearing a red t shirt and blue jeans shorts with a gray bandanna. She was a Psycho.

Tara Jong was five foot two 114 lbs 32DD - 26 - 36 with brown hair and brown eyes . She was Korean American and born and raised in the Psychos hood.

Star was also five two and 119 lbs with dyed bleach blonde hair and brown eyes. She was of Chinese was with the Bloodfeather who had moved down to the greater LS area and set up in Chinatown. She was accompanied by two more Bloodfeathers, male who were trying to force Clyde into a dark red Burrito while

Trina was a Korean with tattoo sleeves Mai couldn't make out. Also a Psycho.

J Baby was a Korean woman wearing a dark blue crop top and black jean shorts. She was twent three years old. Five six and 123 lbs.

Hanoi Jane AKA Jane Minh was five one with 32 D breasts and 114 lbs. She was with the Psychos despite being Vietnamese.

Mai revved her engine and began to drive straight at the gang members as they were trying to get Jill into the van. They saw her coming at them and scattered and Mai ran down a Bloodfeather gang member sending him flying into a stop sign face first breaking his neck on it on impact and marking it with his blood and bits of skull and gray matter as his left temple hit the jagged side of it.

Mai whirled around with a screech and had her Uzi readied firing and striking another gang member. The gang girls all fires on Mai and left several holes in her windshield but as she did a donut sh clipped J Baby sending her flying back about ten feet. She got to Clyde who collapsed on the pavement.

Mai called her father, "Dad no time to talk. I'm after Clyde going north on Eclipse in Vinewood. I need some backup I can';t let them get away. Clyde did a good deed today...and Jill..."

"Say no more..." Khoi stated and hung up.

'

She stayed low as the gang members trid driving away. Mai dove into the sports car and floored it. She gave chase after the Burrito as it went up the street. She followed them through Morningwood, East Vinewood, El Buro Heights and back on the freeway before they lured her to the LS River off ramp all the while the coalition of Bloodfeathers and Psychos firing back at her. She kept a distance so that their shots went wide but now she was on them and there wasn't traffic to use against them.

Luckily the tires on the ride popped. Two DNB members emerged from a dark green Greenwood. Ther was an unknown male DNB member of Fiilipino descent standing at five five with a wiry frame wearing a white t shirt and blue jeans with a Dust Devils cap on backwards. Davis Families sets favored that team due to the D but so did the DNB. He fired an M9 but the return fire got him first as J Baby dropped him with six shots from a .380 and he fell but she and the others had to abandon the van as it was now dead weight.

Annie Mae stood at 5'7" tall and weighs 134lbs. Her B-cup tits lend to her 34-22-32 measurements. She wore a white tank top and pink cap and a black skirt. She was of Korean descent but many mistook her for Japanese and she often dyed her hair like K pop starts which many mistook for J Pop stars. She was a Da Nang Girl that had actually attended college and while Mai hadn't known her she had been active in her teen years and Khoi had seen to it that she was taken care of.

She was carrying two Skorpions. She sprayed a ten round burst striking one of the Psychos in the back and she hit the last Bloodfeather with the next few rounds sweeping the side of the man's neck on the right side. Mai got Clyde and Jill out of the burrito. Mai insisted on Clyde riding with her while Annie Mae was to drive Jill. The cars of the backp gang members who had accompanied the vans began engaging them but retreated as they only hand handguns and Mai had an M4 while the Korean DNB member had SMG's.

They ran scattering. Hanoi Jane took one round in the right shoulder from the Skorpion on the right side.

They both fled the scene but Jill shot Clyde a look before they peeled off. "What the hell happened? Why are you two back in town?"

"I got obligations...this kid Slim...much as i want to leave this fuckin crooked city behind...I can't just leave him. He's had people teach him how to navigate and show him to survive the streets. Nobody has shown him how to get ready for the NFL. But...some Psychos...they ambushed us. Said they were after Jill all of all people. They were saying she was a cop more than one day and that she had killed a few of them on the job."

Mai sighed. "You didn't know this cause you got with her that year when you met me but Jill had already been a cop before. She doesn't tell people that and she doesn't even know that I know but she was with the Red County Sheriff's Department. You would think there wouldn't be that much crime out there but there really is. It's just usually between Ese's and rednecks and your occasional illegal aliens. Lot of skinheads out there too. Not too many Families or Ballas. She saw plenty of action on the street. She wanted to be a cop in the big city but it was more crooked than what she was used to."

"Well...they said she killed one of their homies on the force. Some of tem had some deal out there a few years ago. Like five or six years ago..."

"And you...?"

Clyde groaned as he cupped the ice cup with the piece of his ear in it. "I wasn't gonna let them take her. She had my back."

"You really don't like LS do ya?" She asked with a smile.

"No...I need some place simpler with less people. I miss Vice City sometimes. But it seems like there aint shit for me there and i can't go back to the Midwest anymore. I've seen one too many frozen winters. Maybe a spot out in the country. I used to like Los Santos but there's just too many peop;le. Better town to visit than live only now..I'm thinking even with that I may have worn out my welcome. Me and Slim both did...he got kidnapped by some Vagos. Dumb assholes made one separate ransom call to the school and one to the fuckin Ballas./ How did they actually think they were gonna pull that off?'

"If they had it would have been one for the ages..." Mai said.

"Just one question...the fucks with the stiffs in the back seat? These idiots tried to kill me...now I gotta ride with em?"

"We need to send a little message. It's gonna be a bit bloody for my style but I need to let them know not to fuck with either of you. And since they took shots at me this already escelates a war that was already on. Only now they got the Bloodfeather. They're enemies with us. I don't know why. My dads generation knows more about that. I thought we were sitting pretty with the Families on our side plus the Sons Of Polynesia. I liked the idea of the Psychos circling the drain but they still got some friends left in this state."

Later That Night

Three Psychos in total were posted up on their block in Cypress Flats. The cops had been sweating their homies all week. They had been sweating the Da Nang Boyz harder due to recent attention in the news that the gang had caused themselves.

"Yo what's that smell?" Demanded a Psycho.

"I don't know smells like iron, bro..."

"That could only mean..." They rounded the corner and stopped short in horror. There was a dead Bloodfeather and a dead Psycho. "They got K Dog!" Growled one of them in anger. K Dog's head had been severed and was now somehow attached to the hole where his left arm had been. His right arm now stuck out of a left leg socket, sewed together. The Bloodfeather had his head severed with both eyeballs cut out and stuffed into his nostrils and the skin from his nostrils had been flayed open only to sew them back over the eyes.

His stomach had been cut open and his entrails were spilled out into his lap and inside his stomach was the head of another of the Bloodfeather gang members who had been killed trying to kidnap Jill and Clyde. His head had his nose eyeballs and ears cut out and stuffed inside the mouth while the had itself had been stuck inside the head as though it was a baby and the man's hands and feet were stuffed in there and folded with his head almost in such a way that it looked like a baby in the fetal position.

Cypress Flats

T Mart swallowed and his heart started thumping in his chest. It was them. The last two N.O.O.S.E officers that killed Romeo. He recognized them from Khoi's list. Theo Harrison, aged 40, white male from Red County. He had blonde hair and blue eyes in the picture he had hair but now it was shaved. Khoi had helped him get four out of six of the cops that killed him. He knew that the best move was to get a hold of Khoi and get him to meet him and help him get these two.

As the two got into a Cheetah, he began to follow. He snorted a bump off his fist at the red light. He put the car in neutral and readied his M92F. They were driving fast so he had to speed it up to keep on gave a quick text to Khoi telling him where he was and to intercept him. He spotted a four man group of Marabunta and it seemed they noticed him. He hoped that they would not think he was affiliated/. Not now.

His set lived nowhere near any Marabunta cliques. T Mart saw one og them pull out a pistol and cock it. "That fool doesn't belong around here homie. Check him."

Shit! I can't get into a shootout on Eclipse Boulevard while I'm trying to murk these pigs! Plus I gotta meet up with Khoi!

The Marabunta member started speaking in Spanish. The gangsters didn't know who the two N.O.O.S.E agents were they weree dressed like civilians so that wouldn't stop one of them igf they were crazy enough to shoot up everything. To his dismay, T Mart remembered that he had a full magazine for the Beretta but only one. A more skilled shooter such as Mai or her father would consider that more than enough to drop all flour of the Salvadoran gang members and still have most of the mag left to finish off the two pigs.

T Mart was rusty. Though he had plenty of experience in gunfights he knew most gunfights were over in five seconds even with police. Even if the Marabunta members only had one or two giuns on them and he assumed they would be bad shots, you never knew. He also considered that if the two off duty law enforcement agents didn't engage the criminal shooting each pother and opted to get out of the area and call the cops like a civilian would, they could get away while he wss defending himself from Marabunta.

He made a choice in the moment as he sweated and his heart raced a milion miles per hour. He stuck his left arm out and began to fire. He unloaded ten rounds into the front seat of the car. Four rounds struck officer Desmond Douglass, a black Panamanian by birth who had come to the United States when he was fifteen. He was twenty five now. He was protected by the vest for the first two but the next got him as the vest was compromised and the fourth round followed up punching through his left breast. Five rounds hit Harrison, two in the wrist, one in the stomach which was covered by the vest, one in the Adams Apple and one in the left knee cap.

T Mart's aim was all over the place. He saw pedestrians as well as the Marabunta goons tearing off because they knew if two N.O.O.S.E agents bought it where they were in close proximity they were done.

"Fuck!" He cried. He had to get off the street and he had to get ahold of Mai or Khoi but Clayton would do in a pinch. "I fucked up..." He wheezed in tears at his own rash actions.

Teranto

Paul sized up the rapper. "You're done on the streets. You always told Shep you were gonna stay off the streets and just get your legitmate money. It's abouit time you made good on that promise."

"I hear you, K:or. But I need to be near shit. A lot of what's going wrong on all the rez's and the cities with the gang shit...I mean you think my homeown is any different, man? We got gangs in Minnesota too. But my time up here...I saw ,more homies killed than I ever wanted to see, bro. Aila, Danny, Chaska,...they're all gone."

Shep shook his head. "You gotta stay clean this time, Ray. You aint missing out on shit around here. it's just trouble. Indian Clique, Tribal Syndicate, all those motherfuckers plus the Dead Beats are all gunning for us at any given time.

A black skinned man of Senegalese descent nicknamed Mac something he fancied himself as, drove the dark gray Emporor through the streets of East Teranto. He was a member of the Mad Dogz twenty seven years old and had done five years in prison. He had caught a beating from none other than Shep on a yard at one time. He had never gotten revenge but he wanted it now.

To his right in the passenger seat was a Canadian of Ethiopian and Somalian descent. He was wearing a dark mauve t shirt and blue jeans. He was from the Project Originals gang. "Man yu know what dog?" He growled. "These motherfucker came into the hood and started spraying in the prohects all to get a couple of Indians outta the projects. They did all that damage smoke that many of our homies in our hood and we don't do shit? That ends today."

In the back seat, loading up a Beretta M92F was a man of Afro Canadian descent with lighter skin and hair an inch long but wearing a white cap on backwards with hazel eyes and a scar under his right cheek with that eye blue but it had been hazel originally like his oters. "Look I don't know about ya'll niggas and what your problem is with them..."

"It goes back to Winnipek for my homies but for me it's the pen. Shep gotta bleed for that shit and I know he's out there."

"Shit for me, it's these motherfuckers coming from all the way out in Manitou, mane. Trying to tell Lightning Bay niggas what to do and who niot to sell fentanyl to? It aint their business if I sell it to people from the same tribe they made the choice to get high."

"Maybe they just think only they should be dealing to their tribe. Fuck them."

"Yeah besides the fiends be wanting that shit that'll put them on they ass. We giving people what they want."

"Ya'll already beat the fuck outta that one OG that asked ya'll not to put that much in it right? And they still aint clapped back?" Stated the African immigrant who despite being an immigrant was trying to always use street slang.

"That's what I'm saying, homie these fools from out here be the ones doing the most. Them fools from Winnipek don't want none but they tfrying to expand. And these motherfuckers under Shep be carrying the wait of all the Dub bitches."

"They caused problems for my hood out west..." In truth the three men had done time together and this was the first time on the street that they were all out at the same time. The Somalian was named Muhammad. The Lightning Bay drug dealer was named Eric "Dizzy" Denton. "I was one of the niggas that hit the motherfucker with the hammer."

"All due respect you and yours are just some independent drug niggas. Why they aint hit you back?" Demanded The Mac.

"It's proba ly because we aint on front street like that I mean we posted up in the hood on the trap fo sho but we aint wearing colors and them Red Warriors aint from Lightning Bay. They might be First Nations but they aint from the Bay so for them to tell us how we suppsed to deal with Indians from the city when we fuck with them on the hustle, that's some bullshit cause IC and RW aint even deep in this province."

"So what you scared nigga?" Demandd Muhammad.

"Hell nah!" Dizzy replied. "Me and my boys stay heated on the corner. We know who aint from our hood. See that's what they be hating on thy just mad the customers ours and not theirs."

"So which one's Shep?" Asked Muhammad. "He'll be the big one with the ponytail," Replied The Mac.

"Is that that motherfucker K:or?" Demanded Muhammad. "Roll up on the side of them, homie..."

"You got it, fam. I'm with this too..." The song Roll In Peace by Kodak Black played as they rolled down the street. "Yo, they got him too? Aint that the dude that was at one of the same concerts opening act for Drake or some shit?" Demanded Dizzy.

"I don't know but if he's with him he's getting murked..." Vowed The Mac.

Ray sighed looking at Shep. "Look, man I get why you're concerned and all..."

"Concerned? This aint about concern. We're past concern..." Shep growled. "You could be one of the big ones at least as big as Litefoot if you quit fucking around. I personally like rock more. Rap is fuckin ghetto but a lot of the younger generations listen to that bullshit and if you can use a form that street bullshit to encourage traditiona l culture you do it. They might try and tell you that doesn't sell but we can't accept that. Nobody ever tells Nas his culture aint marketable. We should be able to talk about what matters to us. If they can't show us respect in rap you should do rock. Looks more like us anyway we're a race of long hairs. Wearing a crew cut or a buzz cut with a snapback aint our style. It's fuckin faggy. Leather jackets even..our ancestors made leather from animals."

He then added, "Somebody like you and me we aint ever gonna see eye to eye. I don't think like even the average rez dog but I've donee time and so has my dad he started this whole thiong and hhe made a lot of bad choices along the way that got him locked up. Longer than me. See he was a good leader for the most part a hell of a lot better than a dad. He was shit at that. Is that what you want yourself? To be a jailbird? Or to end up like me? Afraid to go outside thinking the RCMP is gonna bring you in for being in the wrong proince and basically skipping out on terms of your parole?"

"I told you, you're not a fugutive anymor, man. I got that taken care..." Paul started to say. "What, Owl Child? Excuse me if I aint quick to trust the word of some Uncle Sam's Tonto. They want me back inside they could throw me in at any time. Look I aint the natural orator you are, K:or we all can't be cerebral and autistic. But shut the fuck up! I'm trying to make a point here..."

He sighed. "I could go back inside, K:or might be my number two but he's the deadliest motherfucker alive i know. But even the deadlist can be brought down by a single slug. The truth is, you shouildn't have protected that Yardie. That dust head should have been killed by the Triads cause I'd much rather they get dealt with than to have to deal with the Triads. And now soon I'm gonna have to talk to Sun Kang. Again. Because of your bullshit. If you weren't legit and I wasn't happy for you I'd give you a violation. Personally. You had Merryweather security guards and you still almost managed to fuck even that up. The truth is if I knew where you stashed the Yardie I'd trade him to Sun Kang for peace. They were good fodder against the Dead Beats but as far as business ventures everything they suggested ended in failure."

"Look, I'm gonna make it right, Shep. Don't I always? But I look out for homies and since we were allies he became a homie you never said I couldn't do that. What's it hurting? We're the same mind we're just from different neighborhoods. The Yardies went through a lot of shit in this country and back in Jamaica."

"I don't give a shit. They're not my responsibility you are. You shouldn't have helped him but then again I shouldn't have let you near any of this again. We were just short on soldiers and you were always loyal. Plus being from the states, you got us all those guns from Minnesota. Then i saw all the guns you flew over on your private planes and I saw the potential. We made a lot of money together. But we gotta puyt that chapter t a close. I'm used to having a target on my back. You're better than this."

"Look, I get you want me to do better, bro. And I want to. You think I don't get tired of the street life? I hate seeing homies die this is who I'm doing this shit for that and the homies that are still here but come on, dog you aint gonna make me forget that you're out here on these streets on the front lines and even if I'm on tour or in the studio, with a groupie whatever, I know my homies could die behind some bullshit. And I know if I was there maybe I could have stopped it."

"Goddamn it, asshole do you have a hearing problem? We're fine. We got this shit handled. But you? Let me put it to you like this. You're the average of the five people you hang around the most. All i'm ever gonna hang around is other rez dogs and that's fine for me but you've flown all over the country. I can't even go to to the states now probably cause of my record. Not legally. You want true freedom, Ray? That passport is freedom. There's over a hundred and eighty different countries in the world and if you played your cards right you could see all of em. Even the ones you're not supposed to go to like Libya and Cuba. You can have those songs about water rights and treaties and history but you're gonna have to put out some songs everybody should enjoy."

"I hear you and I'm gonna but that's something that impacts everybody alread,y water rights if no other rapper tells them I need to cause that shit in North Yankton at Sitting Rock didn't just impact the rez that's the whole Missisipi river we're always the ones that defends this kinda shit. And it's water efverybody would be drinking."

"Well you gotta find a way to market it in a way that will get more people involved. I hate to say it but anon native rapper on a feature talking about it can't hurt. It's too bad you can't look to more established guys like Litefoot but he's underground in this day and age and these days he's more about his venture capitalism and teaching business to rez guys so they can come up on as grassroots level. You gotta kick down any doors that haven't been. If you got a mainstream rapper that talked about what happened at Sitting Rock especially a Midwestern rapper you can work that angle. You'd inherit these fans. There has to be a way to get real music popular again not just the mindless bullshit the radio plays."

He then added, "Even when I was into Hip Hop and shit back in Los Santos Radio Los Santos was ruined I know they p;lay modern music they played 90's shit in the 90's but then those songs got ported to West Coast Classics. Point is I can't even listen to Radio LS. These execs that run the game aint gonna be marketing to have that kinda song hitting any time soon."

"I know, K:or. That's why it may have to be a personal project."

"Hey if that little faggot Justin Bieber can do a song with Ludacris you can find a way onto a song with a mainstream rapper..." Added one of Ray's bodyguards. "You can outperform that little fucker any day of the week."

Ray turned to Shep. "Look I'm gonna do what you say no more street crime bullshit but as far as money goes I'll still launder..."

"Don't even worry about it anymore. You don't gotta do that for us. AImn fact it's better if you get as far away from us as possible. We'll find another way to clean our cash. We got point dexter in a jocks body here..." He said referring to K:or.

The gunshots cracked off and two shots hit Ray in the chest and his guard, Jerry Alan, a Chippewa from the Bridgeport comminity, returned fire at the shooters. He hit the Ethiopian gangster in the right arm but he took three shots from the African immigrant gantster. The next six hit the guard. A shot went through the right shoulder of the rapper. Four rounds also struck. The Afri Canadian from the Project Original fired six rounds and two hit Raymond in the back.

Paul and Shep returned fire at the fleeing car and both Paul and Shep's rounds hit The Mac in the back through the window and a few hit his back seat . He crashed the vehicle and Paul ran to Ray's side. The man was unresponsive but was coughing up blood and his eyes were rolling back in his head. "Ray! Hasng on Neechie stay with me, bro! Hold on! Listen to my voice!"

The black gangsters scrambled getting The Mac out of the driver seat and Muhammad got in. Mac coughed up blood on the dashoard as he had three rounds in him two in the back from Paul and one in the right side of his back.

The Mac tried firing out the window to make himself useful as Muhammad almost backed over the pursuing Shep wh dodged and rolled and fired another five rounds at the back of the car. A fourth round hit the side of The Mac's neck on the right side. He bled rapidly and Dizzy tried keeping pressure on it. Muhammad took one round in the back from one of Shep's other bodyguards but hefloored it just as Shep went dry.

"Kokum..." Groaned Ray with a mouth full of blood which he coughed over Paul.

"Kokum?' Paul rememered it was a word used by a lot of Chippewas and Crees for their grandmother.

"Kokum..." He said almost as if reaffirming what Paul said and he wheezed with a gulp. "Those fuckin niggers got away bit I saw their plates! I'm gonna try and find out..."

"They're just gonna fuckin torch the car, Shep COME ON!" Paul growled.

He looked down. Ray was completely unresponsive and he wasn't breating and he didn't have a pulse.

"Should we do CPR?" Asked the other bodyguard.

"He's gone..." Paul said somewhat in shock. He had seen plenty die and he had killed plenty and it wasn't so much that he thought Big Ray dying was inconciveable. It was just that if that was going to happen he thought it would have been in the past when he was actually commiting crimes with them. He saw that Big Ray had lost too much blood. A dozen gunshot wounds. Of all thee people Paul had known that had been riddled with rounds this was the most he had ever seen anybody be shot from a handgun that was a friend/.

One Week Later

The funeral for Raymond came and went. He was given a traditional Chippewa funeral in Minnesota. They had come back from it all of them feeling had lost another son and they had lost another friend.

Shep vowed, "I don't care if I end up back inside. I'm gonna go to the projects in Lightning Bay and scorch the earth until every one of those congonizers lays on a gurney."

"We gotta be smart about this, Shepard. I'll take care of them all. You already got the African dude the driver?"

"Mac. I figured ut who he was from the police scanners. He's some faggot estacy addict I had to put in his place. He was after me...and it's my fault Ray is gone..."

"You might have beaten a guy up in prison.. " Chogan began. "But that other guy was from the project originals. RCMP has a APB on all of em and Muhammad is from that hood we went through. Paul laid out a lot of them."

"It's my fault too..." He stated. "But the Lightning Bay dealer. He didn't have a reason to come after us and besides if he had come after me or Shep that would be fine. But Ray was off limits."

Dawn's eyes were still red from crying. "We gotta get them back for him..."

"He wouldn't have wanted us to go killing them..." Paul stated. "I'm nt saying we won't but Ray seemed to really want peace among any and all disenfranchised. He was hood to the end. Take that for what it's worth whether you agree with it or not."

"Yeah and look where that got him..." Growled Shep. "Stupid fuckin asshole. He should have left us all in his rear view mirror. Now the cops are probably gonna catch those pices of shit befor we do."

"Not The Mac..." Announced Little Joe suddenly emerging. "Pigs found him dead. He had bullet holes in him but no slugs and they found him bandaged up. I guess the homies tried to save him..."

"Good. I can sleep tonight..." Shep mumbled. "But that won't do me much good for tommorow. We gotta find out where they are. They're in the wind and the cops are looking for em..."

Nadia replied, 'I wouldnt bet on them catching him,. Rappers don't usually get justic their killers get away due to n snitching. Even though if most rappers or rap fans were facing twenty years they'd snitch too I like rap but i keep it real about that and I know most of them would snitch in a heartbeat...still...Ray was real gangster or not he was real."

"Yeah well i aint taking a chance. I'm glad we air holed Mac. Petty faggot can't take a beatdown he asked for himself. But those other two they could be trying to go to another city or they might try and leave the country. I don't want there to be ANY chance of them slipping through our fuckin fingers."

"They wont..." Paul vowed. "I'll pull whatever strings I have to."

Later That Night

They wre getting hot and heavy, expressing their grief and PTSD in the best way they knew how.

"K:or...do you look down on me? I was never as wild as Aila was but...I partied and I did drugs that nobody has business doing...it's just you always stayed clean other than bud..."

"I know you went through a lot..." He whispered. "We all have...we just lost a frind...if anybody has a reason to get lost in a bottle it'd be you or m. But I know you don't want to be that person anymore..." He touched her left cheek with a right hand. "And I don't want to become my rakeni'ha."

"I know but...what if you were somebody's rakeni'ha?" She asked.

He looked at her in silence as if to ask her what she was saying. "I'm pregnant...andit's yours. I promose w can get a DNA test if you don't believe me but...you're th only one I've been with other than Aila I mean..I'm not her...I don't wanna talk badly about her but..."

"I know what you mean...are you sure?"

She nodded with tears in her eyes. "You're gonna be a daddy! And I know...I know you'll be a better father than yours was...you and me...we can get away from this bullshit you know? We don't have to be in this kinda life forever. We can retire..."

"i...I would love to..." He said. "I just never thought I could but...a baby..." He rubbed her stomach.

Dawn looked at him. "Tekatenonhwerá:tons tsi iah tesewakeniaraienawà:kon ne teiako'nikonhraténie's. Tekatenonhwerá:tons tsi iah tesekhnekíhrha..."

(I'm grateful that I'm not addicted to anymore mind changers. That I don't drink anymore)

"Ensatere'shén:ta'ne..." He replied. "aiethiiohétsten' ne aiethiiohétsten' ne aterien'táhtshera," He smiled at her learning Kanienkeha just as he was learning her language. He responded to her in Kanienkeha but made a mental note that they would teach the baby both.

(You're going to be a great mother. For us to transmit the knowledge to them.)

tehskenoronhkwánion - kiss me (once)

Paul and Dawn began kissing in the bathroom. She had a red corset style top and a black mini skirt. He brought her face to his as their mouths melted into each other. "Make me feel good..." She begged. She then smiled and said, "If you can make me come in twenty minutes...I'll let you put it in my butt..."

They let a few inches of air between them as they took the act to the bed. He began to remove the maroon coreset kissing her breasts every step of the way. He grabbed them and they were partly out while the rest of it was on. It amplified the way her breasts look and he could feel her right nipple hardening in his hand as he kissed her left breast breathing in her scent.

He got her on thee bed removing the coreset top and hisd mouth kissed from her breasts to her waist. She almost seemed surprised he seemed to skip over her navel as this was unlike him but then he moved back over to it and his mouth let a gust of wind. He began to penetrate her with the skirt on taking a supple right breast into his mouth as she straddled him and he licked her stomach finally and bit a bit on the bottom of it earning a pained yelp even as she felt some pleasure from it. He sucked on it which he had never done before and her eyes opened all the way with her mouth ajar. "K:OR...!That hurts.." She said with a whisper.

"Want me to stop?" He asked.

"No..." She cried out in a whimper indicating it turned her on as his tongue licked the bite mark. "I wonder how big it would get if I got you fat..." He breathed against it and caused her to shiver. "Cavernous...it'd be like a third tit..."

"You used to be chubby now you wanna make me chubby?"

"Mmmhmm...' He said as he hummed against her stomach with a kiss followed by a bite of the flesh. He pulled on the skin earning a gasp from her. "I'll take care of you. I'll feed you and fuck you every day...you'll be my BBW goddess...nothing but ice cream and sex for you..."

"You're bad..." She whispered her eyes little brown slits as she peered down at him as he began to strum her folds. He began to bonce her up and down as she rode him keeping the skirt on. "Mayb I'll make you suck it off me...get two creamy treats..."

"You wanna creampie me? You'd think that last one would have scared you away..." She chuckled.

"Fuck no...pregnant women are horny. You're gonna get bigger and bigger and soon you won't be able to do certain positions and you'll feel self conscious...until i make you feel like the most beautiful woman..with my mouth...my hands..." He put her hand on his manhood.

Her left breastt was in his mouth now as he gripped tight on her hips. She huffed as she rode him and he fondled her right breast with his left hand while his right stayed with her womanhood.

He smacked her ass as she bounced on him. "You spoil me...all these skirts you wear..." She leaned in with a kiss and lightly slapped his cheek and giggled, "You should wear more leather...black leather white t shirt...blue jeans..."

"You've thought this through..."

'Yeeeeees..." She kissed as she put her hand on his as he stimulated her clitoris. The two together both jilled her off.

He fucked her slowly to start. He listened to her breathing as he increased the strength of his strokes but kept the speed. H echuckled. "Sure you can handle keeping the skirt on?"

"Yeah...I got sweaty dancing...remember...? " She hummed a bit as she slid. She rubbed her left index finger on her lips making a sucking notion as she rode him. She kicked the purpl lacy pantis she had been door to their room opened and he saw a black barrel. He rolled grabbing the Glock 18 from under the pillow as a military clad agent, either IAA or Merryweather in full tactical gear came in.

A barrage of rounds cam cracking at them and stuffing flew as the rounds hit the bed and pillow but Paul rolled with Dawn off the bed earning a cry of pleasur and surprise as she barely had time to process what was going on. "Oh...! OH!" She cried out as they rolled and she felt the sensation of his manhood twisting in her as they rolled off the bed.

He got a look under the bed as the agent was trying to come around to finish them but he fired a shot into the man's left boot earning a cry of pain as he saw the floor get an instant red stain. The agent staggered and Paul aimd up firing a shot into his Adams apple. The man fell. Unbeknowst to them, another agent was trying to come through th stairwell window of the fire escape outside. Paul saw he had alrready sawed a hol in the window and started to open it and let himself in. He fired three shots hitting the man in his body armor and forced him to stagger into the glass which shattered all around him.

Paul rolled over on top of Dawn and put her back on top of him as he saw another agent from the hallway coming in and he fired two shots with one hand and the second pierced the man's skull just above the eyebrow. He saw the man in the window had not fallen out all the way and was trying to come back. He stood up carrying Dawn with one arm still riding him while on hand shot. Another man tried descending the fire escape stairs but Paul standing naked as the day he was born, still had her on his manhood. "Uhhhh...!" She gasped as he still penetrated her. He fired and hit the man in the jaw forcing him ovr the railing collapsing down a few floors below.

Another man from the hallway was trying to come in. He then fired striking the man with a headshot decorating his brain matter all over the wall and he pushed Mai up against the wall. "AHHH!" She cried and another agent made his way in having not seen where the Native couple had gone in the course of the shootout but with Dawn up against the wall, he was waiting for him in the door's blindspot and he crowned the man as he walked forward before pressing Dawn up against the wall thrusting against her. He began to move it away from the wall and it was just as one of the hitmen wounded on the ground had pulled his own sidearm, a .45 and pulled the trigger letting off two rounds.

Just as Paul moved Dawn, the two shots hit the wall and she was moaning still from the friction. "Ahhh...ahhh...AHHHH!" She squealed as he turned around and let the masked gunman have a shot to the forehead and he felt Dawn's womanhood quiver as she cam riding out her orgasm in midair on his manhood and he felt her juices soak him. "Fuck..." She panted and feverishly bit and licked his ear breathing on him as Paul then exploded inside her and th two looked down at all the bodies in the room. Whether they were IAA or Merryweather or a Merryweather team sent by IAA after him, he would soon find out.

As Dawn panted, he remarked, "Talk about shooting your load."'

He looked at the tattoos of one of thr men as they got dressed. Green Beret... He wondered if it was Tanaka's training that had helped them survive this or pure dumb luck or both.

Packie

He found himself free in th middle of Junction Square. He was in a cab on his way to Purgatory. Dukes was no longer their spot and with Ma gone there wasn't much reason to go there but Gordon was going to be meeting him at the bar there so they could celebrate his new freedom. He had wanted to take a cab again. It had ben so long since he had taken a cab in Liberty City. Nowhere else compared to the cab culture in Liberty City.

Taking a cab in Los Santos just wasn't the same even if by catching one he had stumbled upon a couple of big scores with Franklin Clinton, he still missed home. He hated wops but at least out here if he wanted some pizza, he could get the real deal instead of just Well Stacked Pizza Co.

Unbeknowst to him, a dark blue Cognesetti tailed behind the cab with four men inside the tinted windowed vehicle. They had on masks and were attaching silencers to 9mm's. They were waiting on him to exit the cab. Then they would make their move.

Neto

He sat on the recieving end of the information that had just been told to him by Paul. "Oso, get outta town if you're in that kinda danger."

"I was thinking about getting back to Liberty City for a while. Maybe. I got some friends out there still. And I got some people inside I can get outta prison who been rotting in there."

"I'd call you St. Paul but the reall Paul was bald and didn't like women. So I'll call you Santo K:or. Patron saint of prison escapes. Mirate, I got your back anything you need. Esquinas, cutes, feria I got you covered carnal but you gotta get the fuck outta T-town for a while."

"That's the plan...they came for me in a bed at a hotel under an assumed name, bro."

"I can put you up somewhere in LS for a while we just gotta keep you away from the war between Mai and Ivan. I pulled myself out of it. Now Ivan may be after my blood the varrio...it's not like it was. It aint safe from outsiders anymore. It's like the bad old days again. It's reminding me of Chiapas. Instability. Tu sabes...maybe my way of doing shit is heavy handed but it's what Rancho needs. Ever since I kicked the meth my focus is back. A lot of the other carnales they aint true believers in anything but money. Can't rely on them for shit..."

"Well when you're at the top of the food chain of the most dangerous killers in prison, you're bound to get personality differences."

"Remember that under the table deal you made with us that you could walk away without getting green lit if you could get us some discounts on drogas from Canada? If we help you out here...I don't want to lean on our friendship but I'd have to insist you made good on that deal if I let you lay low out here. I know you're good for it but I'd have fools inside to deal with and they'd want assurances."

"It's not a problem. I can get you guys some premium grade heroin from Sun Kang. Shep is gonna be meeting with him to try and smooth things over in light of Ray getting killed and the attempt on his life before. It might come down to us finding and handing over that fool Ray wanted to save from the Triads but we'll just have to see if it comes to that or not."

"Sun Kang might say no. Always gotta be prepared for that. Come on, Oso get your ass out west. Liberty City is too close to home. You're more likely to get in car accidents a block from where you love cause you're relaxed at home. That's how I keep myself ready I live in Rancho. It's where everything happens it's a pinche trabajo. But I keep an ey on things. Gata thinks we should move out of Sur Central. She says it;s less dangerous."

"You should listen to her but if you do move somewhere safer make sure there's a lot of backup for you nearby."

"That's just it, homes. Where? North LS is too out of the way. West LS has too many fags I'm not raising my son around that. I could go to East LS and there would be a lot of Vago cliquas that would still have to cooperate with me even if it was another Ondero's territory. But it's not all the way out of the way. It's safer than South Central but that's not saying much. I could always try Chumash or somewhere in Blaine County but I still need to be a short drive away. But enough about that shit. Get the fuck out here on the first thing smoking. If that was IAA or Merryweather or whoever that came at you and they had wanted all your crew dead they would have gotten all of you but they were trying to be surgical about this."

"All right Neto I'll be there. Tranquilo. But uh...listen I know I walked away from Onda...I had a hard time commiting to any one gang growing up cause I knew a lot of people. People call me a hood hopper and maybee thy're right but what are you supposed to do when they fuck you over? I never fucked over the Families they fucked me over. With Onda I would have stayed loyal but I had a choice go home or stay in prison. Any of them would have made the same choice."

"I hear you, carnal. Tu sabes you got validated but as faras the world knew you were dead until you fucked around in Canada and ended up back inside. You did what you did to survive. But now that file on you they had is gone. Even with the thing about you faking your death and escaping I checked the system and there';s no record of you serving tim there. The IAA it's like they took you out of the system. You might want to try and see if those foolds tried to erase any public record of you existing."

"I will. But if they did you still got my back right?"

"Si mon/. You'll have your Lords in Bohan who can answer to you. Not sure how you're gonna do that after all these years but whatever. You'll still need a major connect on the west coast too to be allied with. The Warriors can bring in a lot of plata that way dealing with us. And as stupid as it sopunds there might be some Aztecas either on this side or the other side that might do better relocating to a major city up your way. There's not enough of us in Canada yet."

"Consider it done but it's only you i want to deal with as far as Onda goes. If you have other ones that are on board with your program that's cool but you'r the one that made sure I had protection when I went inside. If it was up to the rest of them they'd have probably taken revenge on me instead of giving me a chance."

"What are you after with the Warriors anyway?" Asked Neto. "That's my last question and I'll let you go."

"I want to turn them from a gang to a actual brotherhood of Warriors. From every tribe. I want us to expand. A mix of our original Confederacy and Tecumseh's. That would have been easier with some help from the IAA but now I'm not even sure Owl Child isn't gonna try and kill me."

"If it comes to that we'll both kill him. i aint afraid to give some federal chota some lead."

"He's IAA not a cop..."

"Those fuckers got the ability to go around the world kill and kidnap and rob people for thee sake of their country right? They can arrest you and put you in a cell and throw away the key. If that aint a chota I don't know what is. They may not usually lock people from America up but they just do it to the rest of the world. You know...I got something i want to tell you in person about that."

Neto realizd the potential. Paul was legitimizing the Warriors the gang and encouraging each gangster from whatever tribe they were to return home and establish a warrior society. It was a fucked up way to do things but like Paul's oxy trailers to fund injection sites and rehabilitation centers on reservations was a necessary evil to do some good and the way Neto saw it with this, this was the same way. It wasn't good to fund revolutions' with crime but a lot of groups had done that. What alternative was there when your enemy, the state, controlled the legitimate means?

One hand washed the other. In order to do good with the Warriors from the RW and the Warriors who were of the 29 and any non gang affiliated warriors who may want to join, they had to do evil.

"Just get out here pronto. The longer you wait the more time the IAA has to plan their next ambush."

"You know I don't know it was IAA. I saw Merryweather goons, bro. Maybe i was being paranoid about the Agency. I haven't made a move against them and I haven't given them a reason to kill me."

"Maybe that's the POINT, pendejo. They want to John Marston you before you become a problem. Besides where there's smoke there's fire. Don't go thinking just cause you heard about that shootout at IAA plaza between a few different agencies that means they won't still outsource a contract hit out. Especially if they don't want it traced back to them."

"Now who's being paranoid?"

"You said one of them was a Green Beret. That's not good. I could have Quino back you up but even he aint invincible and if there was more like that...it's a bad situation, wey. As far as the Lords in Liberty City goes have you made sure they'll hlp you?"

"One of them is doing a life sentence at the Algonquin Correctional Center. I...i hope this was only a faction of th IAA if they had it out for me. Cause I was gonna offer this fool a get out of jail free card if he helps me. But now I might not have that card in my deck. You know I need backup in Liberty City. And customers. Not just drugs. We can get loot off the street. Contract hits,cars, all that shit."

"If the Lords are a no go for now I got the Pocos Pero Locos on my side. They still owe me a few favors for helping them against the Trinity's. They been getting hit pretty hard so it might be time i visit them and help them out. Plus I heard the Lords are at war with them too so if you get your boy outta prison maybe ending that war might be a good idea. I can arrange a truce between both sides."

South Los Santos

H Bomb answered the ringing phone. His blood went cold as Sway explained what all had happened. The cops had picked him and fifty other men from the 165th St Families. "I'm working on getting you the fuck outta there, bro. Just hang in there...we're all praying for you.'

"I appreciate it but prayers can't sav me, loc. I'm done. Somebody's gotta take the fall for this shit one way or another and I'd rather it be me."

"You can't talk like that we'll find a way. Let m hit up this one girl from the Da Nang..."

"Don't try that shit! Stay away from that bitch. She trouble. If you heard half the shit I hear about Cypress Flats you'd stop dealing with her she the devil. Her and her motherfuckin daddy. I don't even believe in the Devil but them two are th devil ya heard?"

"I feel you brah im gettng you out ASAP just..just try and stay outta trouble..."

"Since we both talking on pre paid I might as well tell you this cause of the time I done did back in the 90;s and 80';s I got a lot more respect in the gang modules around the state than i do on the streets. It's fucked up; but it's true. And most niggas repping the F show nothing but love. Or they stay out the way. But they're talking about fause of my standing om gthis shit and taking the rap for my family...thy thinking about putting m in Family Tree, man. So I don'; want you staying in this gam ut anything yoiu need I got you. That's how I can still live like a king in =her but they got me fotr the time being my nigga. Of all the shit I could go down for I did on the streets I'm glad it's this I take the rap for. They're saying..."

"What bro? You shoiuld think about taking a deal if you can cause you don't want..."

"That's what I'm saying. They're saying I take it to trial I could be facing death row cause they finna lay six of them bodies on me!" In the recent weeks and months since the death of Edward Vinke, several Vagos and Ballas had also been rounded up as well as a few Aztecas, and Da Nang Boyz.

It was no surprise they had rounded up so many Locs if they were snatching up every other major Southern San Andrean gang involved. FIB raids, gang injunctions, and the likes had taken more soldiers off the streets in terms of arrests that they far outnumbered the bodies that had piled up just in the last few months.

"You gotta..."

"I don't gotta do shit. This is my gift to you baby bro. You shouldn't have followed in my footsteps all them years back you was littl following me around. I been shot so many times I should be dead and you did more time in a straight bid than I did in all my stretches combined. You quit drinking smoking and fornicating. And eating swine. And now you look half my age even though you only five years younger. You gotta walk away from this life. Give the throne to Royal T."

"Man, fuck that fool he sounds like a stripper."

"He got a thing about being a king. I swear that nigga should have been born in Liberty City so he could be with the Lords. But he's solid. But that's the price of my gift. You gotta walk away from the street life."

"What are you talking about? What gift, fool?"

"i don't want to spend the rest of my life in the pen but the way I look at it I'm gonna live the rest of my life in prison whether I take a death sentence or a life sentence. Cause I do want to be free but I also know f i do go free they just gonna pin the blame on somebody else as the OG cause even if they let me off these charges,they aint putting all the homies they snatched up back out. If I spend life in here till I'm an old man I still aint gonna know shit else but these walls. Everything I did up to that point good or bad don't matter cause they all lead to the same place. But with death I'll also spend the rest of my life inside but death will be my way out. If I get life too, I'll maintain and i'll do what I have to but at this point I wanna fight em cause I wanna be free. Man is the only creature that cages its own kind up and animals too."

"God gave us dominion over the animals. You remember them bible studies right? I know you didn't forget. And it's in the quran too."

"You chose the path of Allah. I chose Families. You my brother I love you just like I love mama. And that family you started. But..man if you GOTTA fuckin lead try and do it smart try and get some of the boys to be legit. But I'd rather you just stay in Venturas and live a normal life. You lost your son, my nephew to this shit..."

"Man you outta line!" Barked H Bomb.

"Nah Fam we both got responsibility for that. If you aint trying to talk then just listen for a minute. I'll take my share of the blame too if it helps you wake up and stop being between a Muslim and a gangster. All I asked you to do was be real whichever path you took, homie. This is my religion. I'm not you, H. I can't love God more than I love my family. I've never SEEN God and anybody that says they love God more than they love even they own mama is ither full of shit or they that dumb. You ever hugged God? Ever been able to really turn to him?"

"Yeah I ..." H Bomb started to say but Sway continued. "You can't feel God's touch, smll him, see him or hear him. He's like wind but I know the wind is comes before family. And I'll admit as much as I done did for the hood, I still put my blood family first but like you I...i been juggling my responsibilities. But now the best way I can serve my blood family is to fall with my street family. Whether I take life or I fight it. With me off the street it means more homies are safe from getting arrested. And if any of my enemies wanna mak a move i'd rather it comes back on me. I'm the oldest and I don't got no kids."

"You talking crazy, . You need to chill out."

"Nah listen! I want to believe in him but there's too much shit that makes me say he either aint real or he don't care. We'll always be brothers. But I aint going to heaven. Whether there's a heaven or not I know I aint going there. In a family of Christians plus you I know how it was for you admitting to mama you converted but now I'm in the same boat as an atheist. I wish I'd had kids but I didn't. You did. You still got one child left. Even with her getting ready for college anything could happen. You gotta protect her. Keep her in Venturas. Don't bring her back to LS. Matter fact, she ever wants to go to school somewhere east you tell her to name it and I'll pay for it cause she needs to keep the fuck away from where we grew up."

"But he got laid out by a wood, Sway...if I'd kept us all closer together in one spot whether it was Venturas or here they would have never got him..." He frowned and sighed. "But maybe you're right. Cause then som punk from Covenant Avenue could come over here tripping. Or the Vagos could have shot him in a hate crime. Maybe my boy was never leaving this city alive."

"Hey homie I apologize I aint mean to take it there. I'm just saying keep her away from Davis and she has a chance. You're still mostly unknown in Venturas. You don't have to commit crime anymore. Hand the keys to T. He's solid, nigga. All this time I been telling you to be real with whatever path you been taking. But I kept trying to tell you cut out all this Allah shit cause it's Arab but it got you to stop drinking and smoking and you don't get into unnecessary fights anymore. I should have been telling you to stay straight. Don't toss your pearls to swine, Hassan. I aint been a good enough big brother. I been an enabler. But I'm telling you...let the hood go. In twenty years that's just gonna be Vagos anyway even in our hood. You never used to see them that deep on Strawberry ave now they're everywhere I see their hit ups every where."

H Bomb swallowed. "I'm gonna need teh night to think this over. Can you at least take the night to think it over? Maybe you should take the deal. Maybe the way to repent for what you done is to talk to the younger homies coming in and make sure they don't come back."

"I tried talking to a lot of the youngsters when I was inside last," Explained Sway. "The lil homies weren't expecting me to come at them on some positive shit they was thinking I was gonna give praise for all the petty shit they did to get thrown up in there. They hear what they wanna hear and they do what they wanna do. You and me was no different at our age. Some of them gonna have to learn the hard way. Some of em aint coming back alive."

"So you just give up? That's whaty im asking you. Think it over. i'll pray. For both of us that we make the right choice."

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Morena is based on Justina Adorno.

Tata is based on denise sanchez.

Mina Moon is the visual basis for Tara Jong

Sofia su is the basis for blondie

Emerald Loves is the visual basis for Shayla

Saya Song is the basis for Trina

Miko Sinz is the visual basis for J Baby

Ayumi Anime is the basis for Annie Mae AKA Anna Mae

Nacho is based on Kirk Avecedo I'm sure I might have had him as a character elsewhere in this story maybe not i may need to go back and fix it./

As far as the advice that Shep gave Ray vs Clyde telling Slim he would have listened this time if he wasn't killed here but he had a few other times to get away from the gang life. To my knowledge no American Indian or First Nations rapper has been murdered but I have been trying to get those of us who rap not to we'll never be mainstream and rap sucks now so there's no point it might be the most popular music but they are never going to give us a chance. We're better off not fucking with it at all and we are more naturall inclined as a race to like rock but I'm just giving the reasoning somebody like Big Ray would defend it.

And he saw the potential of what he could do. He was really more of a dreamer than a gang member so anyway his death is more like some of the Sureno rappers I've seen killed but even with that there are quite a few northern rappers I wouldn't care if they died. Like Supaman or Dreezus. I don't want it per say but I wou;ldn't care if they did.

I mean even the song Apache Jump On it by the sugarhill gang yes the rappers delight first mainstream rap song called Apache women squaws. We should be more anti Hip Hop than anybody. The relief i get is knowing it aint like this outside the US and Anglosphere. Rap aint the most popular in latin america. Or even in Canada it isn't. Just this country of retards and probably Britain.

As for having the Lignting Bay drug dealer, the Mad Dogz plus the Original Projects gang members working together i admit it was shottily put together but what do you want from me I'm juggling multiple stories on here and fiction press plus now i have an archives of our own account. I joined just so i could review some good lemons i read but i might write stories there.

Slim's rescue was a lot more succesful. As far as whether or not he and Clyd will avoid the street life I'm not sure because while Slim will try and distance himself from the streets things can alwas happen.

And Grizz has escaped Los Santos. Finally.

As for the Spanish Lords Lord Sobo is based on Luis Guzman and also in real life based on King Blood from the Latin Kings. As far as Paul himself, the reason why he escaped Liberty City just before the events of 2013 in GTA Online will be revealed but it's a robbery gone wrong.

As far as the retcon with Jill I wanted her to have more than one day on the job as a cop before quitting LSPD so I had it be that she was in Red County and saw some action and I can just have it so that at that point in their relationship, Clyde had not known she was a cop only that she wanted to be LSPD. She still hasa the background about lockpicking and her dad but this was just to give her a bit more.

As far as Ivan and Vasily I wanted to tie them in more to the storyline of GTA IV so I made Vasily the optional guy you can kill in GTA IV when you killed Oleg Minkov yeah the age is all wrong but Vasily is KGB/FSB they can have anti aging technology to look different than they are and what better way to hide in plain sight in Hove Beach as a Russian agent than to act like you don't believe in the anti American conspiracy theories your friend posts online?

But there is more to just that that will tie in Ivan to Niko Bellic. You will see.

As for Packi he is only fresh out but it makes sense that the Commission would try to have him killed. Thee only question is do you think in this case when an Irish gangster has killed 4 out of five dons and just multiple high ranking mobsters do you think they would try and outsource it in even in this case or would they want to do it themselves and just use an unknown associate?

i haven't decided. And should Big Sway take it to trial or get a life sentence to take death row off the table? I'm facing a similar question regarding Gerry in that regard because in ballad of a cholo I killed him off. And that was after breaking outta prison for a short time. But i would say he was incarcerated a few years in that one. Should I have Gerry inside for that matter where he will have a higher chance of surviving tghis story or should i have him out on the street with his odds of survival being fifty/fifty?

As for the lemon Paul and Dawn had that was based on the sex scene from Shoot Em Up but it was so over the top I wanted it to be in here. Anyway that's all until next time.