Well everyone sorry about the wait...on with Chapter 3! enjoy:)

The alarm clock rang very noisily, but only for a brief moment as David's hand quickly, slammed against the snooze button. His eyes opened barely feeling a sharp headache pounding through his head, and saw the time was reading '10:02am'. Just as he groaned and went back to sleep, he smelled something. Something actually good, that didn't want him to sleep. Something he didn't smell in a long time as he could remember.

Breakfast.

He got up slowly and saw he was completely naked. Feeling a draft, he reached for his silk black robe and wrapped it around him quickly. As he walked out of his bedroom, he saw a pair of booty shorts, a jacket, and a tube top all lain on the floor in a mess. He shook his head still feeling sleepy and yawned loudly as he arrived at the kitchen. His memory finally came into place as he stared appalled at the woman.

"Oh hey," Tiffany giggled. "Just in time for breakfast!"

"What? How? When?" David's mind was bumbled while he was eyeballing Tiffany in her matching yellow bra and g-string.

"Well you drove me home just like you said you would…but then I told you I get awfully lonely…so, I crashed at your place and we talked and had a few glasses of Merlot. I have to say, you sure are quite the drinker," Tiffany said giggling more and more like a schoolgirl.

David leaned against the wall and looked at his living room. The whole place was a bit trashed. Three bottles of 1963 Merlot were empty with two wine glasses next to them. Well that explains the throbbing headache, David thought.

"Well like I said," Tiffany said interrupting his thoughts and began scrambling eggs. "One thing lead to another, well lets just say we went at it like two wild dogs in heat. You got quite the endurance there, kiddo." Tiffany grinned, and pointed her finger on his chest dragging it around in lazy circles. "Maybe after I make this and you eat up we can go a few more rounds, this time you can handcuff me," she said seductively inching up close to him, turning around a bit brushing the side of her ass against him gently causing him to jump a bit.

Hearing the word 'handcuffs' shocked him big time. "The fuck? Handcuffs? I don't even remember any of it…I swear…if I did…I'm really sorry Tiffany. I didn't mean to…" His face was reddening as he backed up from her.

"Oh, stop. It's no big deal. I actually needed it. Thanks for making me feel better, and don't worry we had a lot of condoms, so consider yourself well protected." Tiffany said putting a dash of black pepper on the eggs and continued to cook. "I'm also making pancakes too if you like."

"Oh, yea…sure. I need a shower." David said slowly as he turned around.

"Food should be done when you come out!" Tiffany yelled out as David got inside the bathroom and stripped off the silk robe.

As he turned the water on and felt the cold blast of water spray his face, it woke him up a bit. Great…just fucking great I go into a shootout with some Cubans, my brother is a low-life thief with a nice strip club, I have a headache the size of Florida, I wake up with some hooker, and now she's making me breakfast after giving her such a wonderful evening. Not that I'm going to complaining…fuck I can't believe I drunk that much. I'm surprised I didn't throw up, or have alcohol-poisoning…well I'll just eat her breakfast and kick her out the apartment…it's the least I can do.

After spending nearly an hour in the shower, he finally got out and put his robe back on. As soon as he got out he heard another voice. One male. He snuck into his bedroom and heard more voices.

"You mean to tell me you don't know where they fuck those two were?!" said the man's voice.

As soon as David got inside, he looked inside his jacket we wore from last night and saw he had one of the Beretta's holstered inside it. He checked the gun and saw that that there were no rounds in the clip until he pulled back the slide a bit. He only had one bullet in the chamber.

Good. One bullet is just as good than having none, he thought as he cocked the gun one time and snuck out the bedroom without making any noise. He continued to inch forward hearing Tiffany's voice sounding like a plea and the male's voice was booming and definite. As soon as got close to the end of the wall, he puffed out his breath softly, and lashed out from the wall aiming the two-toned colored 9mm gun…directly at his brother.

"Randy? What the fuck is you doing here?" David said in shock as he started to decock the gun and slipping into the large front silk pockets of his robe.

"Jesus Christ, you need to watch where you fucking aim that piece. You wanna add a new design to the wall with my goddamn skull all over the place? What's the hell's the matter with you?" Randy said nearly yelling again.

"I wouldn't talk Randy…you got me into some shit the other night I'm not even happy with in the first place," said David walking over to the large refrigerator and grabbing some apple juice.

Rolling his eyes, Randy said, "Oh will you stop bitching about that? Jeez…you sound like mother. Bad enough I had to hear her cuss me out in Italian when I had her sent to a retirement home, now I gotta hear this shit from you?"

He couldn't believe it. David gritted his teeth at him. "She's where?"

"She's at the Heavenly Meadows nursing home. Told her it was good for her heart rather than in that death trap she called home."

"How long Randy? Why didn't you tell me this the second I got here?" David questioned him angrily.

"Three years. I only visit her every Christmas and Thanksgiving. They got some great food there around then."

"Well, you still haven't told me how the hell you got here, or find out where I live. I'm not even the yellow pages," said David drinking it from the container and putting it back in the fridge.

"About that…the other night I glanced at you before you drove off and saw you were a little pissed."

"A little!?" David yelled.

Randy walked up to him and said, "Let me explain, ya nut. So I called up Tiffany and told her it was your birthday and that he could use the company…and some pussy."

David looked at him annoyed as ever and rolled his eyes. "So you set this all up for me? My birthday isn't even for another three months."

"Eh, consider it a early gift from yours truly. Be grateful now and eat up, in the meantime, I need to talk to you about something." Randy said sitting down on his table, while Tiffany served a plate of flapjacks, scrambled eggs, and nearly burnt toast.

David would have given the breakfast an 'A+' if it wasn't for the toast and just shrugged and started to eat. Hmm not bad…toast is a bit dry though, he thought as he started to hear his brother talk.

"I got this little dilemma here…some fucking punk is trying to pimp two of my best girls. He used to get a private dance from them. Afterwards the two would tell me he would tell them what he wanted the girls to do. Most of it was just really…nasty…stuff." Randy said reaching over and taking a piece of toast.

"Well wasn't he kicked out of the club?" David asked with a mouthful of scrambled eggs.

"We were nice to him at first but when the fucko wouldn't listen, Bolo chucked him out. A few weeks later when those two girls left work and headed towards the bus, he pulled up and talked to them…saying he can pay them well than that job. Before I knew it those two stopped showing at the club. I had a few of my workers follow where he lives. The good thing is that he isn't in any gang that I told you before, not to mention he's got a few more girls around pimping for him and around 3:00pm they all arrive at this rundown hotel to hand him what they make…the bad thing is that he's got a few people backing him up. I would have my workers and myself, run up in their spot, grab the girls and personally kill that little fuck. But after seeing you and the way you were shooting…"

"Let me guess," said David smirking. "You would want my services and recover what you lost right?"

Finally seeing eye-to-eye here, Randy thought. "Yes…of course."

David smirk fell into a serious flat look as he said, "Do I look like Captain Save-A-Ho to you? There is no way in hell I'm doing this with you…how do I know you aren't just wanting me to come along, so you can piss off a gang while and steal their shit?"

"He's really serious David," said Tiffany sitting upon Randy's lap. "I know those two girls…they were his first dancers when he had the club. Those twins…"

"Twins?" David said sounding surprised.

"Yes…they are sisters…those two mean a lot to your brother, cause those two are the ones who he first hired. Please?" Tiffany said sympathetically looking at him.

He gave the two a look and stared down at his plate. As much as he wanted to say no, he couldn't. In a sigh he replied, "Yea, yea I'll do it…just stop giving me those puppy dog eyes will ya?" David said going back to eating.

Both Tiffany and Randy smiled.

"Good…I want you get ready in a little bit. Here take this." Randy reached in his pockets and handed David $800. "Just a little something for you. But other than that, take that fucking guy out and get my girls back." Randy said standing up. "I'll be at my club. Call me when you're done," he said as he started walking out the door.

Tiffany followed him. Just as she stepped out of the door, she turned around. "You know your doing your brother a whole lot."

David scoffed. "I'm not doing this for him. I'm doing it for the money."

"Tiffany! Move your ass!" Randy yelled out in the hallway causing Tiffany to quickly close the door and run after him.

After he ate breakfast, David hurried back into his bedroom to choose what to wear for today. He changed into a pair of loose fitting black denim jeans, a gray short-sleeved shirt and some working boots. He went into the closet and went through the jackets and coats and saw a pale black jacket. He grabbed the jacket including a pair of shades, and stepped out of the closet and saw the guns in their holsters near the jacket. He decided to take the .380 Colt Mustang that was in the leg holster and tucked it in the small of his back and walked into the dresser.

He pulled out a Colt Python revolver along with a speed loader for it. The speed loader only had three rounds in it. Shrugging, he stuffed the gun in his pocket and decided not to take his car this time. Grabbing the watch, he saw the clock reading 12:32pm. Three more hours, David thought as he grabbed his watch and proceeded out.

The sun was shinning out as people began walking around or driving enjoying their afternoon. It felt a little bit warm as David walked outside onto the sidewalk. He looked around; eyes narrowed looking for a decent car to steal. So far the only kind of cars were old junkers. Making sputtering noises and spewing black smoke from their exhaust pipes (some did, while some didn't). He continued walking for a while, until he saw a teal blue colored vintage Feltzer convertible.

The car looked like it was polished to a perfect mirror sheen, as he drove slowly with its tinted windows, sparkling polished rims with spinners, and the stereo was blasting loud grunge rock music. Probably just some idiot showing off his new ride, he thought. Well in this life, showing off like that will get you jacked.

Reaching for the .380, from the small of his back, he pulled it out and made a dash towards the car. In one fell swoop, he pulled the handle of the car. Unlocked, just as he thought. The driver didn't have a chance to fight back; David clocked him hard against his temple with the gun, and pulled him out of the car. David stomped on the gas pedal and peeled off. Before he could even start doing what he needed to do, he turned off the radio, reached into his cell and, called Randy up. In three rings his older brother finally picked up.

"What is it? You finished the job already?" Randy sounding a bit stressed out.

"No. Just one question, how the hell am I going to snuff out this guy with your ladies?" David said as he made a stop at a light.

"Like I said before, it's a condemned apartment building. Around the slums."

"Where?" David questioned. "Also I don't even know their names or what they look like!"

"First of all, their names are Milky and Creamy, just call out their names and they will notice them. Second, it's at the run down apartments next to Hendrickson Avenue and Lewis Street. Now get to it David, I don't have all fucking day for this," said Randy slamming down the phone.

David made a face thinking of the two names. He shook his head and, saw he wasn't too far from the area. It was best for him to tool up on an extra gun or two, along with some ammo. Two pistols with barely any ammo, wasn't going to cut it. He then, noticed an Ammu-Nation building next to a Burger Shot. A gun and a burger wouldn't hurt him for the time being. He had two and a half hours.

He parked the stolen vehicle by the curb and quickly got out. The Ammu-Nation building stood with its doors open and a fairly attractive lady was passing out flyers. She offered him one, and David shook his head no while walking inside. A fairly obese middle-aged man then welcomed David with a cheerful smile. He had on a pair of overalls and a red-checkered shirt and army boots. The man skin was so pale; he probably never walked around in the sun for a long time. The only feature he had, was his bright blue eyes.

"Well howdy, there boy!" said the greeter with a southern twang. "Welcome to Ammu-Nation, home of your secondary amendment needs!"

David wanted to laugh at this poor guy but had better things to do. "Yea I'm here to purchase a gun…you know what? Make that two."

"Well I sure can do that for ya pal. Now what kind of firearm are you interested in? We got some lovely FN FAL's that are coming in stock tonight, or you strap yourself with a good old piece of American history, with one of our M-14's? You know what? You seem like the kind of guy that can use a nice heavy looking pistol. How bout the handgun that makes you feel like screamin' 'Don't fuck with me' when you pull the trigger of our very own fifty-caliber Desert Eagles?" The man looked at him and showed a brown and yellow grin.

David took off his shades, raising both his eyebrows and said, "How bout you let this customer decide on what he wants to get? Besides I don't have too long and I already made up my mind on some hardware."

The southern greeter shrugged, but continued smiling. "Now, that's what I like. A man who knows what he wants. What ya interested?"

"I need an AMT .44 Automag with two clips of hollow pointed bullets, A Smith and Wesson .44 magnum…and two speed loaders for a .357 Colt Python, as well for the .44 magnum." David said to him giving him a smile of his own; a personal winning charm smile.

"You got some great taste in your guns there, buddy. Tell you what…I had a Mossberg 500 series shotgun on hold for some guy now and he never came back. Ill give you the shotgun for $600 and you can have the two guns for free. Be a secret between you and me…we'll just call it ah…"

"Look, call it what you want man, but I'll take the deal." David said handing him six Benjamin Franklin's.

The man hooted, yelled, and did a funny little square dance in enthusiasm for a moment making some of the customers glance at what he was doing and either laughed, or shook their heads. David was neither. Instead he just gave the man a straight face and cleared his throat.

"Wha? Oh I'm sorry about that now," said the greeter in a bit of embarrassment. "Let me get this all ready for ya."

"Thank you" David simply said and waited.

In no less than a few minutes, the greeter came back and handed him a small duffel bag.

"Well," said the greeter adjusting himself. "All your stuff is in there and here is a our card. Hope everything goes well with what you bought."

David smiled as he started to walk out the door and looked back. "I know it will."

He quickly exited out and decided to walk over to Burger Shot for lunch, only to see the place dirty as hell and packed. With people talking, kids running around, and only two people at the cashier. He stood in the shortest line and waited for a fat lady on her order.

Breathing heavy, she started her order. "Uhh I'll have six triple bacon cheeseburgers, three large orders of curly fries, four double cheeseburgers with extra mayo and cheese, two large Oreo milkshakes, three cherry pies, and uhh…a large diet cola," said the fat lady finishing her order enough to give anyone a complete heart attack.

"Anything else?"

"Nope…I gotta keep my figure." The fat lady giggled.

Figure!? For what? 'Big and very fugly' magazine?, David thought in disgust as she waddled away holding her receipt.

As David walked up to the counter he turned to the woman and said, "Don't eat that…you'll need it." He said jokingly about the receipt in her hand.

"Fuck you asshole!" The fat lady scowled stuck her middle finger at him.

"Well I would, but I'm afraid my dick would just end up between your folds of fat, and well that would be silly now would it." David said laughing.

"Um' sir, your order?" the cashier said nervously.

David turned around and saw the cashier. The guy looked just about as old as David. He stood at 5'6 and was very skinny. His hair was a brown, uncombed and, curly. He also had gray eyes and a uni-brow. He apparently didn't have a burger hat on like the other employees. Instead he had on a paper hat that had the words 'Trainee' in big bold black letters. His face however was a definition of the word 'grotesque'. His face was covered in pimples and blackheads and, to top it all off his nametag read 'Francis'. Poor bastard, was all David could say to himself.

"Let me just get a #4 combo meal, extra onions…curly fries and a cherry Sprunk. To go." David said, handing him a $20.

"Uhh sir, we can't put extra onions on the #4 patty melt." Francis said shaking a little bit.

"Yes you can. You have before, and you will now." David said staring down at Francis pimply face.

"Sure…no problem…here's your change." Francis said handing him his change, and quickly got his food.

In a few minutes, he got a bag of food and a medium sized drink. When he headed out he checked the time on his watch. It read '1:31'. He then, walked over to the car and got inside. Setting the cup in the cup holder and the food on the side he started driving cutting off cars left and right. For several minutes till arrived at his destination. He parked the car across from the apartments and turned off the engine and started eating.

The double patty melt he ordered was still warm and tasted somewhat fresh. He didn't mind really. He missed the rice, beans, and tortillas he sometimes had back at the Café Robina down in Vice City, after a long day working at Sunshine Autos. Just as soon as he devoured the sandwich, he began munching down the curly fries a bit. He nearly spat out tasting how stale they were and soaked in grease they were. He was so hungry he didn't even realize till now. Shit…at least the soda should be good, David thought as he took a sip. It tasted luke warm and now David was pissed.

He tossed the fries and the drink out the window and out on the street. He then grabbed the small bag of weapons he had bought and pulled out the Mossberg 500 shotgun.

The gun buttstock was apparently sawed-off, along with a shoulder strap to it, and there was a small belt of shotgun shells. He nexted pulled out the Colt Python from his pocket, the AMT .44 Automag, and the .44 magnum. Shell after shell, bullet after bullet, and clip after clip, David was loading each gun he had quickly as possible with sheer determination and quickness.

By the time he was finished he stepped out of the car and looked at the apartments. Hopefully this plan would work soon…hopefully. He wasn't going to die from this. No one was going to stand in his way and no one was going to fuck with him at all. After putting on his shades, he looked at the clock which read '1:46'.

Showtime, David thought as he started to walk across the street towards the building.