Previously: While a "big shot" porn producer is killed, a cocaine deal goes wrong in Vice City.

I DO NOT OWN VICE CITY OR ANY OF ROCK*'s CHARACTERS, I ONLY OWN MY OCs

The rush and high of what went down earlier was finally beginning to fade. Well...for Tommy anyway. Ken was chattering on here and there but the sentences were too broken for Tommy to pay attention. The mobster was just letting the bright lights of Vice City calm him down.

"I poke my head outta the gutter for one freakin' second and fate shovels SHIT in my face!" Ken cried as he pulled up to park his car in the alleyway next to his office.

The sound of a coherent sentence brought Tommy out of his daze. He didn't really have a response. "Just go get some sleep."

Ken looked at the backseat, sweating glistening his forehead. "What're you gonna do?"

Tommy shrugged, "I'll drop by your office tomorrow and we can start sorting this mess out." Ken rapidly nodded before hopping out of the car and making a break for his office, presumably to lock himself in there for the night.

Tommy sighed as he stepped out of the car. The Vice City days were hot and dry and while the nights were no better, at least there was a slight breeze coming back every so often. It helped bring the blood pressure down.

Tomorrow, he was going to come back here and start on figuring out what the hell went wrong, as well as letting Sonny know that not only did the deal go bad but that Harry and Lee are also dead. Knowing Sonny's short temper, the conversation was going to get violent but being a friend from childhood, Tommy already knew that.

However, tonight? Tonight, Tommy was going to find a hotel and get some sleep. Given everything that transpired today, there was no way he was going to be tossing and turning tonight. He'll sleep like a baby. First, though, he had to find somewhere to sleep.

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|Ocean View Hotel|

The Ocean View Hotel was no five-star resort but for most people, it got the job done. Most tourists either came for the beaches or the get a taste of the nightlife and it just so happened that the Ocean View had close access to both and for a fair enough price.

A midnight blue Sentinel XS pulled up, double parking in front of the hotel. Inside the car were two people. The driver, one Carlito Montoya was light brown skin middle age Cuban man with slicked-back black hair, and a Chevron mustache adorning is his chiseled face. The man was dressed in a fine tailored black suit with a red button-up shirt underneath. The man looked like a model and no one would ever be able to tell he did any other profession.

The other person in the car, Carlito's slightly younger cousin, was Dallas Montoya. A dark skin Afro-Cuban woman with finger waves dyed blonde. She was wearing a dark blue hoodie with a pair of black sweat shorts and a clean white pair of tennis shoes. Clearly, she was dressed comfortably for the flight here. Resting on the top of her head was a pair of black-rimmed sunglasses.

"Alright, here we are. Ocean View Hotel! It should hold you up for the next couple of days until I get this deal done."

"Since when have we had to fly out anywhere before being given a job?" Dallas asked with a tired tone in her voice, getting herself situated to hop out the car, grabbing her grey tote bag from the floor.

"Times are changing, Little Dallas," Both left the car and went towards the trunk. "Momma's thinking of setting up shop here...least for a few months. Vice City's becoming a hot spot of criminal activity, there's always someone who wants someone dead."

"And we'd be fools to not take advantage, huh?" Dallas finished for him with a knowing smirk.

Carlito nodded. "Exactly."

The older Montoya handed Dallas her white suitcase and navy blue duffle bag. Dallas gave a flat smile as she took the bags and headed towards the step of the hotel. Upon reaching the top of the steps, the sound of a door shutting caught her attention.

She turned to see Carlito hopping back into the driver's seat of her car. She looked at him confused, "You ain't coming?"

"Nah…" Carlito had a cocky smile. "I've got to meet an old girlfriend."

Dallas rolled her eyes and waved him away, heading into the hotel as the car drove off. The inside of the hotel was a pretty sight. With the marble floors alongside the nicely set dining area and with the window giving a lovely view of the beach, this was the perfect place to just sit and unwind, especially with the sounds of merengue playing softly throughout the room.

The blonde approached the front desk and rang the bell. Not too long afterward, an elderly woman stepped out of the backroom and slowly made her way towards the desk. "How many nights?" There was a thick Cuban accent to her words.

"How much for a week?"

The woman had seemingly been caught off guard. "A week?" The elder woman stretched her back as she thought. "Around $600 for a normal room. Suites around $1200?"

Dallas thought on it. 'Probably wouldn't be wise to go all out until we figure out if we're staying or not.' She nodded. "I'll take a normal room."

The older woman nodded and flashed a customer service smile. "Let me go back and get a room key for you. I have to call upstairs, make sure the room is clean too."

As the woman returned to the backroom, Dallas leaned against the desk and waited for her return. Meanwhile, outside a yellow taxi pulled up to the front of the hotel. Tommy, exhausted from today's events paid the driver along with a 'thanks' before heading into the building.

Since he didn't know much about this city yet, he left it to the cabbie to take him to a nice hotel. Nothing too fancy and nothing that looked like it should've been condemned years ago. It's safe to say, the mobster was pleased with the result. He still had some money on him from Sonny. It was meant for him, Harry, and Lee to keep themselves held over until money from the drugs started pouring in. It should be enough for him to get a room for a week or so.

Upon entering the hotel, he was greeted to the sight of an attractive woman bent over the front desk, no doubt waiting for service. The woman took notice of him and offered him a smirk before going back to admiring the pictures posted up on the walls.

'Guess the place ain't all bad.' He thought to himself.

The shuffling of feet caught his attention as an elderly woman came out with a key in hand. "Alright dearie, here you go. The room's all cleaned up for you. If you need anything, just let me know. Especially if something's broken then I'll get my son to fix it for you. He'll always get it done faster for pretty girls, he's useless that way."

Both of the women giggled as Dallas took the key from the woman. The blonde grabbed her bags from the floor, shooting Tommy and wink before heading upstairs to find her room. The older woman turned her attention to Tommy.

"How many nights?" The woman spoke but Tommy, not being fluent in Spanish, was caught off guard.

"Huh?"

"Oh, sorry. I was asking how many nights?"

"How much for a week?"

"You too?" She asked.

Tommy shrugged and nodded, figuring she must've been referring to the woman he just saw. 'So she was staying a week as well.'

"It's $600 for a normal and $1200 for a suite."

Tommy didn't have to think about it or better yet, didn't really have the luxury to think about it. "Normal."

The woman nodded. "Let me go get your key and call up to make sure the room's ready." She then shuffled back to the backroom, leaving Tommy in the lobby alone with nothing but the faint sounds of music playing.

'What the fuck am I gonna tell him?' He thought as he rubbed his temples. Tommy was a special case compared to everyone who worked for Sonny. Given their history, Tommy wasn't someone who was scared of Sonny himself but more so annoyed by the temper tantrums he had when things didn't go his way. Tommy was rarely on the unfortunate receiving end of those tantrums, instead, he was always the one that had to clean up whatever Sonny considered a mess.

It was annoying but it paid the bills. Being considered Sonny's clean up man was one of the main reasons that Tommy had some doubt about Sonny being the one who set him up. Was he overexaggerating? Jumping to conclusions? Probably. But Tommy Vercetti knew that job was a setup. There was nothing Sonny could gain from taking Tommy out of the picture, he was already the Don. Surely, Sonny's insecurity hadn't fallen THAT much.

There was no telling at this point in time, at least. All Tommy could do was wait everything out and see what unfolded, for someone to slip up. He was hoping it was going to be Harry or Lee that did it buuuuut...that's not happening now, is it?

Tommy entered his new shelter for the new few days...or several weeks. The place really wasn't that shabby. Given the street it was on, it seemed only right that the room was decent. This part of Vice City seemed like a tourist attraction, especially with a beach right across the street.

As much as he would like to enjoy the scenery, he had business to attend to.

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|Room Next Door|

'It's not that bad I guess.' Dallas thought.

To be fair, she didn't expect much from this place, especially with Carlito's voice of approval. Dallas didn't care if people called her high maintenance with condescension. She went through a lot of harsh shit to be able to do what she does, in her eyes: she deserved to be pampered.

'At least the lady was nice. And from the sounds of it, I might be able to get some free service from her son.' The thought put a smirk on her face as she fell backward onto the bed. The ringing of the room's phone brought the hitman out of her thoughts. 'Must be Carlito.'

She picked up the phone and greeted the caller."Room 102, how may I help you?" Dallas put on her best customer service voice.

"Funny." Carlito replied. "How's the room? Told you it wasn't all that bad."

"I expected nothing from your taste and I was still disappointed." She joked.

"Whatever~. Anyways, I'm calling you cause I got a small job lined up for you."

"Already? I thought you were visiting a girlfriend."

"I am but momma had apparently been spreading the word, under the table of course, and she found you a gig."

"Really?"

"Yeah, tomorrow there's a yacht party happening. You'll be attending with your special client."

"Why don't I just talk to them before we get to the party, then?"

"Nah, this is special, you'll like this. Guy's name is Archie Fisher, he's some big-time real estate agent. I'll explain the fun part to you tomorrow when I pick you up to drop him off...wear something a sleazebag would like." Carlito said nothing more, hanging up the phone.

Dallas chuckled. Most hitmen worked alone but when you work for an organization like the Montoya Clan, handlers were essential. It was important to maintain a cover, especially in this day and age. Law enforcement was getting better at finding criminals, not too much but enough that people had to cover their tracks with a little more effort. It was no issue with Dallas and Carlito though. They've been treating this gig as a spy movie for years, it was a game to them. That was the reason that Momma considered them her favorites. That and the fact that Carlito and Dallas were actually blood-related to her.

The sound of a loud crash coming from a room next door snapped Dallas out of her thoughts. She didn't know what was happening in the other room but it wasn't her business. She merely shook her head and went to find something "that a sleazebag would like" for her outing tomorrow.

"Yacht party, huh? Been a while." She spoke quietly, rummaging through her luggage. If she didn't have anything here, she could always go shopping.

The first thing she pulled was a tight-fitting and short hemmed LaMe RaRa with a white-colored top and a gold skirt. As Dallas looked it over, she realized something.

"Fuck...what type of sleazebag is he?"

In her time doing this, she discovered that while they all end up being the same, they all had different tastes for specific reasons. For instance, she might wear tight-fitting business attire, one with a pencil skirt that had a tendency to rise up when luring in some gross business-type. They usually liked the fantasy of exerting dominance over a woman in their office. Probably a Barbara who denied their advances one too many times or a Laura who'd been outworking him in everything.

Sometimes they'd like a woman who appeared to be an airhead. Twirling a finger in her hair and just so interested. Maybe they'd like someone more who appeared more introverted. The idea of turning out or being some shy bookish woman's first. There was a lot of tastes that Dallas uncovered, it was an interesting thing to observe.

'I should write a book when I retire, honestly.'

Next up was a black ruched up dress which Dallas held up to her face, examining it.

"Comfy buuut...too much?" She threw the dress on the bed. "Maybe just wear a bikini. I don't need to stand out, right? Damn, this is always the tough part. Maybe I'm looking for the wrong outfit."

She dug around in her bag again, this time pulling out a white bikini with a red anemone design decorating the right breast as well as the left side of the bikini bottoms.

"Where is the other piece to this?" She asked, shaking her head and tossing it on the bed with the other outfits. She sighed. "One more time, if I find nothing, I'm going shopping."

The last outfit she pulled out was a black and white vintage-styled strapless swim dress. Looking over the swimsuit, a satisfied smile gradually grew on Dallas' face before she let out a lazy chuckle.

"Perfect...almost." She threw the swimsuit onto the bed and casually declared, "I need a hat...and a wig."

The second chapter is done. When it comes to people speaking different languages, I'm going the using italics route. I saw this done in another story and I know it's, like, really simple but I'm slow so I had a MASSIVE realization when I saw this done.

Of course, I'm going to indicate when these characters are speaking in a different language since I'm also using italics for emphasis. I'm enjoying this roll I'm on with posting stories.

(in reality, it's just a bunch of a WIPs I've been sitting on for a few weeks now but we don't need to focus on details like that)