Disclamer: I don't own the rights for the GTA game, characters, cars etc. But i do own the characters and the city I created for this story.

A/N:Well I'm glad that a few reviews for my first chapter and now heres Chapter 2! Sorry if it took me a while...working late and dealing with writers block can do that to ya sometimes. Also I dont mind any comments or things that need to be fixed, or added. Any of those will do. Oh and just to answer Seifer Almasy 911, I wasnt intending to use Brian De Palma's name haha. It just popped up when i was thinking of a name and it stucked. If anyone has anyother questions let me know, and I'll do my best to answer them. By the way this chapter does have a bit of racist remarks.I'm not offending anyone in any way, shape, and/or form. Other than that enjoy my work:)

As David continued to drive Randy looked at him and grinned. "I tell ya…its good to have you back. Things haven't been the same since you left for 'college'.

David looked at him confused a bit. "Like what?"

"Well for instance, those Yardies are in a constant state of a turf war with the Cuban Cartel."

Randy stopped the car at a red light and looked at him. 'Wait…the Yardies? When I last left they were nothing but small time jewel thieves and hustlers. How the fuck can they be running things down here?"

"See what happens when you don't come around here for a while? True they were small time…right till that SPANK mess came down here. Their former leader King Jeffery managed to make a few connections with some of the Columbian Cartel from Liberty City back around 2003... what was left of the cartel after their leader died from a helicopter explosion…some mute guy in a leather bomber jacket did the shit but anyway, Because of that, the Columbians needed someone to take the drugs whatever the price. That's when King Jeffery came in. He made a deal with them and was delivered 250 kilos of this shit. Before you know it, his rep was on the rise…that was until last year."

The light turned green for them and David began to drive forward to Little Cuba. The instant he passed the sign reading 'Welcome to Little Cuba', his mouth was watering from the smells of cooked beef, chicken and vegetables.

"So what happened?" David wondered.

As the two rolled the windows down, Randy broke it down for him. "It's rumored to believe that his son Quincy killed him so he can take over. Jeffery was a bit moody and would kill someone if they crossed him but he was a fair guy who wouldn't start a turf war unless it was necessary or the guys that would mess with him didn't get with the program. His son however, is a fucking nutcase. The son of a bitch gets off killing people. He tortured one guy by tying him to a chair. I think he was eighteen or nineteen. Anyway, he starts off by cutting his left ear off, slashing his chest up to that he would bleed like stuck pig, then poured gasoline on him and, just to make his day, Quincy set the poor bastard on fire…all because the guy was short five dollars."

"Jesus." David shuddered getting a mental picture of the crazed man performing acts of cruelty and unusual punishment. "Has anyone even tried to take him out?"

Randy looked at him and forced a chuckle. "Yea right…that guy is seriously protected. He kept thinking he couldn't be like his old man so he started turf war after turf war. Other than that, you got the Italian mob, Panamanians, Puerto Ricans, Triads, and a bunch of street wannabes that think they can shoot a gun. In other words David, it's a goddamn war here."

David nodded hearing word for word and understanding who was who. "So who are you exactly sided in this 'war'? David asked, stopping at a red light again staring at full figured Cuban women barely wearing anything walking down the street.

One of them waved at David thinking he was cute. Before David could say or do anything, Randy told her to get lost, causing her to give them the middle finger and walk off. "I'm sided with no one. I'd figure we let them blow each other's brains out and we come in and pick up the pieces."

"I just hope you know what your doing…I'm getting into any shit with you. That's why I left this fucking city in the first place." David said as took another lazy turn.

"That was then, this is now, so deal with it. Pull up here…this is club…the 'Cabaña Corral'" Randy said rolling up the window. Looking at the three black Hermes cars parked.

"How can you tell if there's no sign?" David asked as he parked the car in an alley, across the street from the club.

"Look up on the roof." Randy simply said.

As David looked up he saw two Cubans wearing white tank tops and red bandanas tied to their foreheads. The two of them were carrying around AR-18 assault rifles, each equipped with a laser sight. Both of them were having a conversation in Spanish and smoking weed.

"Ok then, so what's the deal?" David asked getting out of the car.

"Remember when I told you I needed girls to pick up? I lied." Randy smirking.

"I figured as much. So what the hell do you really need me for?"

"Simple. You sit here and try to act natural, while I go inside. If anything happens…matter of fact, don't worry." Randy said looking down for a moment and grabbed the suitcase.

David looked at him puzzled and said, "Is there something your not telling me?"

"No…of course not. Come on lets go," said Randy walking up to the club. "Don't forget what to do."

Randy ran across the street towards the club while David pulled out a piece of chewing gum to calm his nerves. As Randy walked to the entrance, he was approached by a tall bald headed, but skinny bouncer with thick sideburns. He had a gold tooth, and his entire arm was covered in tattoos.

"Hey Pablo, need to have a word with Luis." Randy said smiling.

"The fuck do you want Mr. De Palma?" Pablo said in a thick heavy Latin accent, looking straight him with cold gray eyes. "Luis doesn't even want to speak with you. Especially after the shit you pulled the other month."

Laughing, Randy replied, "Look, how was I supposed to know? Look I came here for official business ok? Not pleasure."

Not taking any chances, Pablo patted him down and found the pistol in his coat. Randy gave a bit of a sheepish grin as Pablo looked at him putting the gun in his pocket. Deep down, Randy knew he was in for it with out his piece. If shit actually went down, what was he going to use, harsh language?

"Go on in, Mr. De Palma." Pablo said with a grin flashing his gold tooth at him, and turned around keeping a look out.

Randy walked in, inhaling the stench of cigarettes and sweat, and the constant thumping of loud Reggeton music. There were a lot of people dancing up a storm, people drinking over at the bar, and a few sorry guys trying one-liners, only to get rejected with either a slap in the face, a drink in the face, or the famous kick-in-the-groin.

Meanwhile most of Luis henchmen dressed in urban street wear and don the same red bandanas like the two outside on the rooftop, were walking around either talking, drinking or lounging around smoking, until one of them recognized him.

"Hey puta," said one of the henchmen stopping Randy. "I thought we told you not to come here."

He rolled his eyes and glared hard at him. "Fuck off border hopper, I got better things to do than deal with your ass."

Pissed off, he punched Randy hard in the stomach causing Randy to double over on the ground groaning. The rest of the guys grabbed him and took him to the office, while the man that punched him grabbed the suitcase.

As soon as they let him inside, Randy was slapped hard in face.

"Ugh…come on Ricky, I was just busting your balls." Randy said a bit weakly as he sat down in the lacquered wooden chair.

"In a matter of minutes, I'm going to bust yours." Luis said turning his chair around. Luis Antonio Chavez was 5'11 and had a medium built body. His dark slicked back hair matched the color of his black linen suit, while the platinum rings he hand on each hand, were blinding Randy's eyes as Luis shifted a bit from his seat. His skin complexion was a bit lighter than Randy; along with the small diamond stud earring he had on his ear.

"Well Randy…what do I owe the honor of a fine man like yourself in my club?"

Randy looked up and smiled lightly. "Well I figure…you're the kind of guy I can make a deal with."

Luis looked at him as if he was joking and laughed. "Deal? Like what?"

Randy started talking. "Well I'm sure you know the rules of supply and demand. You're a big coke dealer in the community, and I think it's only helpful that I buy a couple of keys from you…maybe a hooker or two while I'm down here."

"Well I'm honored Randy…really I am. But why me? Why not just purchase some drugs off of some Jamaican or Triad? They have more of a quality than mine…or is it the fact that you have a small price on your head and you're too scared to deal with the Yardies." Luis said sneering at Randy knowing his little dark secret.

"Hey boss, he came in with this," said the henchman placing the suitcase on top of the desk.

"What do we have here?" Luis said softly pulling out a stiletto knife from his pocket and toyed with the lock. In less than a minute he opened it up and was greeted to the stacks of money Randy had placed inside. "Well...looks like you were serious. But tell me, why should I deal with a guy like you? I have a image to maintain."

"Image," Randy snickered. "Your already loosing that with what you're wearing now. When I first saw you wearing that I thought it was Ricky Martin but nope just 'crybaby' Luis."

Luis's smile went into a snarl, and sent a right hook into Randy's mouth. The inside of Randy's mouth started to bleed, making him spit out a glob of it. He looked up hearing Luis' boys laughing at him saying crude remarks to him in Spanish. "Keep running that mouth ese…cause I want to see how many smart remarks you have left before I cut your tongue off."

"You know…I got some back-up you know that? If they found out that you bruised me up, lets just say the consequences are going to be limitless with them" Randy said lying to himself, hoping they would cut him some slack.

"This motherfucker is out of his damn mind. Boss, let me smoke this guinea son-of-a-bitch." Ricky said out loud, followed with a few of them agreeing to kill Randy.

"No…lets just say I want him to do some work for us…as for punishment for the shit he pulled on me before." Luis said glaring at him with cold eyes.

"Heh…like what?" Randy said looking up.

"Pick up a car that has a few keys of my product and bring it here. You have my word."

Randy took the offer in consideration and replied, "How do I know you will keep it?"

Luis continued to look at him. "You don't. Some chance is better than no chance."

Back outside, David looked at his watch. It was fifteen minutes since Randy went inside the club. Something's wrong, I know there is. Goddamn what did you get me into big brother? I should have just said no to this fucking job…it would have saved me the time and I could be watching the Daytona City Dolphins against the Liberty City Cocks instead of waiting for him…fuck the wait, something is going down, and he probably needs me, David thought as he walked across the street.

Pablo looked at him and walked up to David thinking he was just some guy wanting to get into the club for a drink and dance. "Hey pal, it's going to be ten dollars to get inside."

"Look I just want to get my brother." David voice softened a bit.

Pablo laughed at him, hearing the worst excuse to get into a club for free. "Yea sure, you want to go get him, its still going to cost you the ten bucks."

David tried again, but a little firmer. "Look you don't understand…"

Pablo cut him off clasping his hand on David's shoulder. "Look I told you the first fucking time you want to get in, then…"

Before he could finish, David took his hand and twisted it. Pablo gritted his teeth, before David thought to himself, he didn't learn his lesson yet. In a quick motion, David jerked his arm roughly breaking it, and pushing him to the ground. Pablo screamed as he looked at his broken arm, while David saw that he knew the true meaning of the word pain and stepped inside.

As he walked inside, he pulled out one of his guns slowly. The club was dark and only the neon, and strobe lights were flashing around, so he didn't have a problem of anyone detecting him. He sat on a stool and called out to the bartender.

"What do you want?" The man said rather annoyed looking at David.

"Something with red in it." David said simply looking at a few of the girls dancing together laughing it up. "Tell me…who's the owner of this place?" David said turning around looking at him.

The bartender handed him a small glass filled with reddish liquor and some crushed ice, and answered. "Luis Chavez. What do you want with him?"

"Well I was hoping to see him." David said taking a slow long sip of his drink. The tart yet sweet flavor felt good going down his throat. "Need to talk to him bout something.

"Well he doesn't step out of his office unless there's a problem," said the bartender cleaning out a few glasses.

"Good."

With that answer, he gulped the rest of his drink in one hand and raised the Beretta at the bartender. Before he could even flinch, David sent two hollow points into his chest. The gunshots were loud enough for everyone around to hear as everyone started rushing out of the club screaming. David fired two more rounds in the air, scaring everyone and causing disarray.

"The fuck was that?" Luis said surprised as he looked at Randy. " You guys head out there." The thugs nodded and proceeded out pulling out their guns, while Luis grabbed Randy's collar. "You know what's going on don't you motherfucker?"

Randy shrugged. "Hey it could be either some pissed off clubber, rival gang…maybe the INS finally found your ass, and is going to take you back to good ol' Cuba."

Luis sent a hard punch to his face and causing Randy to slump the desk. "I've had enough of your bullshit maricon." Seething through his teeth he went into a drawer and pulled out a Colt King Cobra. The stainless steel revolver gleamed wickedly in the room as Luis began loading the heavy weapon.

"Honest to God, Luis. I don't know what's going on…"

Suddenly one of henchmen came back gasping. He was against the wall dripping blood on the white eggshell carpet from the bullet wound in his stomach while holding a black CZ 75 9mm. His face showed he was in great pain.

"Hey boss…some guy is here…for Randy."

Luis turned and looked at Randy and saw he was laughing. Luis lost it. He was beyond pissed and was tired of seeing his face. "You think its funny?" cried Luis. "You think its fucking funny having my club shot up by one of your lackeys?!"

Just as Luis finished loading the gun, another hail of gunshots rang out. The 9mm rounds went to the torso, and side of the wounded gangster's skull. The color in his face started to fade as brain fragments exploded out the other side of his head and decorated the door as he sunk to the ground with thump.

"Son of a bitch!" Luis yelled firing his revolver. The boom it made echoed in the small office causing Randy to nearly be deaf.

Randy managed to grab the suitcase he came in with and swung it hard against Luis's temple, knocking him out flat. Grabbing the revolver, he hurried to the drawers and saw what he was looking for. Inside one of the drawers contained, four and a half keys of cocaine, and a small baggie of hash. Randy grinned and opened his suitcase putting most of the drugs in there. It was a tight fit as he closed it hearing the locks click and got out of the office to see David shooting it out with the rest of Luis's henchmen.

David's face was different; it wasn't the same smiling, innocent, benevolent face, as before. Instead he had a grim, pissed off, remorseless look that could possibly resemble the Grim Reaper. The look on his face was so terrifying he look he could break every bone in somebody's body just staring at them hard enough.

Holy shit, Randy thought as he lifted a table and used it for cover. This isn't the David I remember four years back. I remember when you were a whiny, little crybaby, and brat of a little brother, not getting what you wanted…you always got punked around, beaten up, and people treated you like you were something they stepped on. The fuck did those four years in Vice City do to you? Someone or something, must have taught your scary ass some street smarts for a damn change, he mused as heard the click of a hammer being pulled from a gun, reeling Randy straight back into the present.

"Don't fucking move!" The very same thug that Randy mouthed off to, Ricky said with an evil sneer. "You shouldn't have fucking never came back here," said Ricky pulling the trigger.

Ricky's gun suddenly went 'click', as Randy smirked at the stupid look on Ricky's face. Ricky's gun had jammed up on him at the wrong time. While he struggled with the pistol, clearing the jam, he was unaware of the gun that Randy had gripped in his hand. Taking the initiative, Randy raised the gun upward not aiming, hoping to at least put a bullet in him. It didn't matter where, just as long as he got away from him.

"And you should have never crossed me…or the border for that matter," said Randy grinning, and pissing Ricky off once again.

As Ricky stopped what he was doing, he stared down into the barrel of the King Cobra revolver, and Randy squeezed the trigger. He didn't have time to say anything as the revolver sent one .357 bullet directly into Ricky's face, tearing most of it apart. The gun had a kick as it nearly flew out of his hand, while Ricky fell back faceless and lifeless not moving an inch.

"David!" Randy yelled threw the music that was still pumping out the speakers, while he was in cover behind the table.

David could barely hear his voice and was glad to hear from him. "Yea, I'm over here! I think you got the last of them!"

"Come on lets get the fuck out of here!"

Just as David got up, he saw Luis slowly walk up to Randy holding a knife getting ready to stab him.

"Fucking maricon…" Luis whispered softly.

In a quick motion, David fired his gun twice and scored two hits; one in his shoulder and the other nicked him neck. Luis fell back screaming in pain and started to cry. Randy looked back and saw Luis squirming in his own blood and started to run with David.

"Did you…" Randy questioned

"No…he is a lot of pain, but he'll live. Come on."

The two ran got out quickly, and saw Pablo still on the ground whimpering in pain. Randy didn't even want to know what David did to him. As they headed to the alley, the two heard the cop car sirens, and felt the rounds whizzed by from the two gangsters assault rifles. They were too high to even aim right and emptied their guns. The bullets never made any flesh contact with anybody on the street running and screaming, but ricocheted off buildings, a blue mailbox, and a few parked car windows.

David made it to the car first, and started the car quickly, while Randy jogged to the car and got inside breathing heavy and set the revolver on the dashboard.

"I can't believe you went in there and started shooting…thanks man." Randy said clutching the suitcase.

David didn't hear his brother saying thanks as he shifted gears through the small streets of Little Cuba flawlessly at 65mph. "What the fuck happened in there? Matter of fact…what did you do to piss them off?

"Well let me just say it wasn't my fault…well most of it wasn't."

Shaking his head, David made a hard turn, jerking Randy a bit causing him, to drop the suitcase.

"What the fuck happened Randy?"

"Alright…that was Luis Chavez. He's mad cause I did a few things to piss him off big time."

"Like what man?"

"Well…I fucked his older sister…and his milf of a mother…in a threesome. But hey, they came on to me man! You would be all over them too if you saw them!" Randy complained. "Not to mention I stole some drugs off of him from his stash."

David stared at him open-mouthed in shock. "Great…just fucking great! You're nothing more than a fucking thief that got lucky not getting shot. I knew I should have stayed home and watched the game…I hope your happy."

Randy clicked open the suitcase and handed his brother five grand in hundreds. "So should you little bro. I told you I would pay you back and told you not worry. We did what we had to do. Just drive me back to club…I'll call you up tomorrow morning."

David continued to shake his head. His older brother, who he respected a lot, was a low-common thief, who fucked over a rival gang by banging part of Luis family. Randy started laughing and turning the radio to a rap station and Dr. Dre's "Ring Ding Dong" started to play loudly. Just seeing his brother in his state of ignorance gave him a severe headache.

Why me, David thought to himself, as he headed down to the Red Light District.

He dropped Randy off and gave him his number. Randy waved bye, while David gave him the finger, causing his brother laugh. As far as Randy was concerned he had the drugs and the buy money, and his life.

I'm going to take some aspirin when I get home…damn my head hurts like hell,David thought to himself, as he drove off slowly, and turned down the radio. One woman looked at him stood by the light post. She was 5'3 with dark brown hair, blue eyes that looked like an ocean when you stared into them long enough. She had an athletic figure, firm ass, and a cute freckled face. She wore a pair of booty shorts, a jacket, and a tube top showing some cleavage, and had a pout on her face.

He pulled up on her, rolling down the window. The woman looked at him and giggled. "Sorry sir…I'm off duty tonight just waiting for the bus."

"Where you live?" David asked looking at her firm cute body.

She hesitated at first but relaxed and said, "Cecil Apartments."

David smiled a bit. "I live down there. I'll give you a ride there. Your going be waiting for a long time for the bus in this cold. Just come on in and I'll get you home safe and sound ok?"

"Is that all your going to do, is drive me home? Nothing more?" she asked with her cute innocent girl voice.

"Trust me." David smiled. "What's your name?"

As she walked over to his ride and opened the door, she smiled "Names Tiffany Linx…pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise." He said smiling as the light turned green and started to drive off in the late night hour. Maybe he didn't need the aspirin for his headache when got home.