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Author's Notes: I'm gonna start putting in this little thing (see below) about every three chapters or so as a little recap. Just in case you read a few chapters then have to leave and then you don't need to go over the previous chapters to catch up should you forget.

And of course, I need to give even more thanks to my readers. You just don't know how happy I am to click on my "stats" page and see that this and VP is getting more and more hits! Thank you so much now if we can only get the review section to look the same…But yes, thank you. This is my first maybe second time writing an epic drama because I've always written little comedy spoofs and when I look back on them, they are crappy.

What's Happened So Far:

After the three return to the house from celebrating Moda's adoption with the Cubans, Tommy has to 'go to work' and leaves an allowance for Moda to go shopping. She goes downtown to a fancy boutique (of course, with Claude tagging along) called "Marcy D's" and meets a beautiful but somewhat rude and nosy saleswoman who's actually the owner of the store.

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Chapter 4: Last Name Please

Claude's P.O.V.

As we were leaving the store, I had a funny feeling. A tingly sensation on the back of my head like someone was staring right into my brain. As much as that does or doesn't make sense, that's how it feels. It's times like this I wish I was willing to talk, or know sign language because I wanted to discuss an important matter with Moda.

She opened the car door, stepped inside and unlocked my door. I helped her shove all of her bags into the backseat after the trunk was full. She didn't have too many bags, it's just that the Infernus has a very small trunk. After about five minutes of pushing, shoving and cramming, she started the car and we drove off.

The radio was on, yet she was silent and drove looking directly at the road. As usual she drove fast and erratically just like Tommy. Her face turned up into a pout, which was very hard to take it seriously because she has such a baby face.

"Ugh…the NERVE of some people!" she shouted. She turned to me and I just nodded despite the fact that I somewhat disagreed with her.

I wanted to tell her that when you're a close relative of a drug kingpin, you don't exactly use last names, especially when it previously belonged to only one person in the entire city. I also wanted to let her know that she should keep a lower profile and take more time to study her surroundings rather than just blindly driving around and shopping in every store on the way.

I especially wanted to tell her how suspect it is for a teenager to walk into a sophisticated clothing store and buy thousands of dollars worth of clothes…in CASH. With credit cards it's a lot less suspicious. My thoughts were interrupted by a ring. It was Moda's cell phone. She fumbled around on the dashboard and grabbed it, pulled the attenna and placed it to ear. She slowed down the car a little.

"Hello?" she answered flatly.

"Yes…this is your uncle speaking…" said a strange yet familiar voice.

"Huh? I ain't got no uncle…" she said. We heard Tommy's voice in the background saying "Gimme the damn phone!"

"Hey kid…" he said

"Um yeah, who wuzzat?" she asked.

"That was just Rosenberg being a dick…But yeah, come home." He ordered.

"What a coincidence because I'm on Starfish Drive already. I'll pull in." she said and clicked off.

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At the house (about 1-something pm)

NON-NARRATIVE

The kids pulled up in front of the house with Vercetti sitting on the stairs, still in his coveralls with his white and "red-polka-dot" shirt. Tommy jumped up and ran to the car. She stopped the car and Claude got out the car and went somewhere to smoke a cigarette. Moda took her time getting out. She snapped her fingers to some nearby goons.

"You…you…and you…" she pointed to three of them. "Take these bags out the car and put em in my room…" she said walking past Tommy and taking a seat on the stairs.

"Wow, kid…Usually you follow your menial requests with a 'please'". Tommy joked. Moda hung her head down. "What's eatin' ya?" He asked and took a seat next to her.

"Nothin…" she mumbled. Tommy reached for her face, grabbed her chin with his thumb and two fingers and lifted it.

"What's the matter…" she said nothing and turned away. "Moda…I'm talking to you…" 'God I've always wanted to say that…' he thought, smiling on the inside. Reluctant to answer, Moda spoke.

"Well, we went to this store downtown right, and there was th—"

"Wait, WHAT store…" he interjected.

"It was called 'Marcy D's', really nice store. Really new-looking and clean." She said. "And then there was this saleslady who kept harassing me and…"

"Oh crap, did you give her your last name, kid?" he asked. Moda darted her eyes left and right then nodded 'yes'.

"Aw Jesus, kid! You don't go around saying 'Whoo! Look at me, I'm a Vercetti!'" he stood up and ranted. Moda looked at him with wide, confused eyes.

"You know what, never mind, that's my fault…my fault, I should've told you...But yeah who was the salesperson?"

"She was the owner of the store…her name is Marcy De-something, I'm trying to think…Suarez, Souffle'…um…Soto!…Marcy DeSoto!" she replied.

"Marcy DeSoto…Hmmm…" he thought. He then looked at Moda and smirked. "Get dressed, kid." He said.

"We're going out tonight…" Moda sighed, finishing his sentence.

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Yes I know this chapter was short but you can only write so much during 4th period in forty-five minutes. But yeah, got cha' thinking, hmm?

The plot thickens…