Disclaimer: I dont own GTA, blah blah blah, you know the whole thing already lol
Sorry if i haven't been on this story...dating someone new...taking care of mom...and my computer crashed and luckily i saved my stories...i know its a bit slow paced...kinda, but i like it like that...kinda builds up the moment with the shooting and such...so anyway enjoy this chapter ...don't forget those comments!!
In no time flat, David arrived at the back entrance at the club. The three stepped out of the car to see Randy and Kathy smiling.
"Thanks a lot…I don't know how we could ever thank you." Creamy said, eyes welling up with tears again.
"Don't worry…I did this for my brother." David lied, knowing that he was only doing this for the money. "Hope things are better for you two."
"Yea, you too." David said giving her a small hug.
Milky came up behind him and kissed him on the cheek and smiled mouthing the words 'thank you' and heading towards Randy.
"You two are all right?" Randy asked giving both of them a hug. Both of them nodded. "Well you two get cleaned up, and Kathy will get you two something to eat."
Both girls smiled brightly and went back into the club with Kathy while, Randy grinned.
"I can't believe you did it thanks man," said Randy giving him a big hug.
David felt the same way. "Yea, tell me about it."
As they were heading inside, Randy noticed the small cut on David's shoulder. Randy stopped him and looked at it.
"Jesus, you aren't going into my club like that…come on I'll take ya to get that looked at the hospital."
David rolled his eyes and said, "Aw come on Randy. It's only a scratch, and you know I hate hospitals."
Randy looked at him not hearing it one bit. "Doesn't matter. The fucking thing could get infected. You know what, skip the hospital. I could get some needle, hread and disinfect the thing."
David winced at the word 'disinfect'. To other people, it meant rubbing alcohol and such. To Randy, it meant pouring a shot of strong liquor on the wound, and David nearly wanting to scream. As the two went inside Randy's office, David sat on a stool and took off his jacket and shirt, revealing the bullet cut.
"Hey, I wanted to treat you out somewhere." Randy said as he examined the cut and proceeded to treat it.
"Let me guess, another job you wanted me to do?" David said looking down the carpet.
"No, not today. I'm serious; I'm going to take you to a nice spot in Daytona City's downtown district. I'm sure you've heard of the Starlight Hotel & Casino.
"Wasn't that under construction when I left?" David asked feeling the needle and thread work its magic with Randy's skill.
"It was, till two years ago. That placed is packed every day. Showgirls, buffets, slot machines, bingo, top quality hotel rooms, poker tables, blackjack tables, entertainment, and hell they even give out a free car every Friday. This Mafioso guy runs it all…Paul Forelli.
David heard that name once and, glanced at his brother without a doubt. "Forelli?"
"Yea, from what I hear he was Sonny Forelli's first cousin and…"
David cut him off. "Yea, yea I heard it all…so why is a mobster from way up north have a fucking casino down here?"
"Maybe he wants to expand his territory, fuck if I know. All I must say is, he has the place looking lovely. Beautiful women, drinks galore, all-you-can-fucking-eat buffet…"
David interrupted him again. "I know that, the fact is what are we going to there we when can just expand this place into a small one for the public."
Randy shook his head as he went to get the 'disinfectant' which was a fifth of Jack Daniels. "Tried that once…wasn't happening. When people come down to this place, they just want to see some tits and ass…not a slot machine."
Seeing a stripper grinding herself upon a pole and gyrating her curvy ass in front of the crowd, David nodded. "Point well taken, so when are we going?"
Randy replied, "Tonight. After I'm done with this, I need you to look sharp…very motherfucking sharp. I'm talking so sharp, you can cut a baguette, I'm talk so sharp, it would make a Muslim read the holy bible. So sharp, a sweet innocent woman will turn into a raging slut and…"
"I get the fucking point …what's wrong with the way I dress? I dress sharp thank you very fucking much.
Randy shook his head and he spilled some of the whiskey on a rag. "Not that preppy shit you like to wear from Zip or Victim. I'm talking about some high quality, profiling clothing, that's going to make you look known, as well as respected…now hold still."
"What forrrahhhhh!" David wailed gripping the desk for a brief second. Randy held the small damp rag on the cut and pulled it off.
Randy laughed. "Quit cryin' like a little bitch and get dressed. I want you to pick me up from here so we can go…and take the Sentinel with you, not that fucking Feltzer convertible."
"Hey that car is a classic big brother."
Randy didn't want to hear another word. "I really don't fucking care if it is. Just head down to Didier Sachs and get a suit. Tell em' Randy sent ya. I'm sure they will get you something decent." Randy sat down and across from him and tossed two fat rolls of hundred dollar bills.
After a half an hour of David telling him what happened down at the building, it was time for David to head out and buy some new clothes for the night ahead. He headed back to his car and began to pull out. As he drove around, he then remembered a little bit where the store was and headed to the Daytona Plaza in downtown. As he took the freeway, he turned up the radio as Smashing Pumpkins '1975' was playing, and thought to himself what was Randy really up to going to this place later on tonight. David's cell phone began to ring.
"Hello?" David said crossing a lane towards to ramp.
"How's everything so far?" Randy said sitting down counting the money he had in the office.
"Haven't even gotten there yet. I'll call you when I get there," said David hanging up and seeing the men's clothing store.
He parked the Sentinel across the street and got out. It was busy area in the city; Businessmen walking around with their cell phones making deals, families enjoying their afternoon, women flirting with men or having fun with their girlfriends. Just people trying to enjoy the rest of the day before the downtown area became an area of drugs, prostitution, and killing.
When he came inside he saw no one inside the store except for the clerk and a few staff members.
A lanky white male looked at the raggedy clothes David was wearing and smiled. "Umm sir, I think you have the wrong store…Binco's is right over by…"
David cut him off and said, "Look, I'm here to buy a suit."
The man looked at him and continued to smile. "Sir I don't think there is a suit that would be at your…"
Fed up, David showed the wad of hundreds in front of the salesman shutting him up. That oughta shut your damn mouth up, David thought.
"Oh I'm sorry…how can I help you this afternoon?"
"Like I said earlier…a suit...right now," said David impassively.
"Oh, ok. What kinds of fabric are you interested?"
In less than an hour, David had purchased himself a white silk, short-sleeved, dress shirt, along with some matching slacks and suede shoes to wear. He then asked if he could pay them now and put on the clothes as well. He looked sharp and saw some of the watches they had displayed and got platinum De Koch watch encrusted with white and yellow diamonds, and a silver Cuban chain.
After wearing his new clothes he bought a few more shirts and pants and headed outside towards his car and put the stuff in the trunk. He felt like a kid in a candy store as he headed walked to the car and stuffed the bags inside the trunk.
As soon as he closed the trunk his smile slowly began to lose color, as he saw Luis Chavez, Pablo, and two of his Cuban Cartel thugs slowly walking.
Fuck! Just when I forgot about them…please God, don't let them see me, David thought as he slowly pulled the .44 magnum from the duffle bag.
"I swear on my mama's life," said Luis walking furiously holding a bandage on his neck, from the bullet cut thanks to David a few days ago. "When I see that perra Randy for stealing my shit and that fucker of his that shot me…I'm gonna cut their fucking dicks and stuff it down their throats!"
Pablo nodded feeling his arm in a cast and sling. "I hear ya…that same vato that shot you, broke my goddamn…hey is that who I think it is?" Pablo said pointing at David about to get into the Sentinel.
"Well I be goddamned…boys…get him."
Pablo nodded and slowly pulled out a shiny black, Glock 18, while the thugs nodded and pulled out chromed .22 semi-automatic pistols and let the entire street hear the guns go off. In less than two seconds, two .22 slugs missed David and went into a running woman's face, sending her lovely afternoon into bloody end.
"Shit!" David said. He took a breath and pulled the trigger. A powerful .44 bullet directly into Pablo's kneecap blowing cartilage and bone into pieces. Pablo screamed out in misery and fell to the ground.
"AHHHHHHHH!! Holy fuck! Get that motherfucker! Oh God!" Pablo screamed holding his knee.
David fired two more rounds and both thumped right into the thug's heart, turning it into chunks of raw human meat. Luis kneeled down the whole time and pulled out an Uzi and started spraying 9mm rounds, hopefully hitting David. A few of the rounds shattered the windshield and a headlight.
David softly let out a curse and fired another .44 slug only to flatten the tire of a blue Oceanic. He scrambled into his Sentinel and peeled off quickly only to see a cop car giving chase with its sirens wailing loudly.
David made a sharp turn and the cop car emulated the same move. Jeez, he mused. David stomped on the pedal and was now going at 80mph down Bronson Boulevard. As he swerved left and right dodging car after car, the two cops in the car got tired of this chase and pulled their guns out shooting at David. The bullets whizzed by smacking the side view mirror as well as the trunk. He ducked his head down a bit he franticly grabbed his cell phone and hit the speed dial button.
"Yeah?" Randy said watching TV lazily.
David yelled out, "Cops! Where can I find a fucking Pay-N-Spray?"
Randy sat up straight and said, "Ok, bro. Take it easy…where are you?"
"I'm on Bronson." David said as another volley of slugs smacked into the back of the passenger leather seat. "Fuck!"
"Calm down. Take a left in the alley and honk your horn twice. They'll open it for you."
"Good! I'll call ya and tell you what happened," said David after driving on the wrong side of the road and swerving left quickly towards the alley just as Randy said there would be, and honked his horn loudly. The two cop cars crashed into oncoming traffic, while the garage doors slow started to open allowing him to drive in.
David got out and saw several car mechanics rush over to the car. All of them in blue mechanic suits spotted with black oil spots. One of them stepped up to him and asked, "Can we help ya?"
"Yes…you can." David said pulling out several hundred dollars. "I need this car in tip top shape…and if you can give my car a fresh coat of paint, that would be appreciative."
The bald man looked at the bullet riddled car and the cash. "Give us two hours." He said snatching the money.
"You got thirty minutes. Make it happen," countered David and tossed in two hundred dollar bills.
The greasy mechanic grinned and turned around to his employees. "You heard the man, make it happen!"
In no longer than thirty minutes, the mechanics went to work and restored David's car to sheer perfection by giving it a burgundy color, replacing the tires as well as the seats that were shot up, replacing the windows and headlights. David stood by and watched his car transform into a masterpiece with a small smile on his face.
"Hey buddy," said the head mechanic. "What about the license plates? You want those replaced?"
David shook his head and said, " No I think it looks fine just the way it is."
After all was said and done, he pulled out from the garage and still saw the two cops being pulled out of the wreckage by paramedics. Well, that's what you get from trying to chase me down, he thought to himself. He couldn't help but laugh as he drove out of there and back to Randy's club.
David called back his brother and waited for three rings. Randy picked up the phone still watching TV.
"Hey lil' bro. You did what I tell ya?" Randy said
"Yea sure did. I'll see you there in a few." David hung up and went back on the freeway heading back to Club Sugar Daddy.
As he stopped by the light he checked the .44 magnum. Two bullets. He quickly then reloaded the revolver as the light turned green. He set the gun on the side and continued to drive for a bit till he made it back into the Red Light District. He turned and saw several paramedics close up a body bag, while two blue hooded thugs were handcuffed cussing at the cops. He looked even closer and saw a clear plastic baggie of white powder. Probably another drug deal gone sour, David assumed and continued driving till he parked his car around the back of the club.
He got out and went to the back door and banged on it. He waited for a moment and was about to knock on the door, when it swung open nearly hitting David. Bolo came out and looked down on David with a glare.
"Randy wants you in the office…go." Bolo bellowed looking at him while going back inside leading him inside the club.
The music was slowed down a bit and lots of half naked women were giving lap dances to any man, making their troubles go away, as well as their money. A cute stripper walked up to him wearing red lace patted him on his back and grinned he pearly white teeth. She had a small frame on her like she wasn't fully developed. Her hair was brown with blonde streaks, brown eyes, and small breasts. There was a bit of strain of her eyes like she was working the day too damn long.
"Hey Mr. DePalma," said the red laced stripper eyeing at him. "Your brother is a little busy in his office, but I was hoping to give you a lap dance before he came out…whaddya say?" she said biting her lower lip.
"Sure, why not?" David said with a reassuring smile.
"Right this way sir," she said, taking his hand and leading him to one of the loveseats.
Eh why not, a little lapdance never hurt nobody…and through all the shit I went through these past few days, I deserve this, he thought as he sat down, waiting for her to take pressure off of him. Just as she started, Randy came out and spotted him.
"Hey David! Come on man, don't have time for you to get ya rocks off, let's go!"
Angrily, David gently moved her to the side, and straighten himself out. "Sorry hon; maybe some other time," said David and got up walking over to Randy. You know you could have waited Randy."
Randy shrugged as the red-laced stripper scurried off to do her job. "Well come on, we got shit to do." He looked at David well dressed and smirked widely. "Well, well. My little brother looking real sharp…nice choice of clothes…and the watch and chain is very nice. Come on lil' player lets go," said Randy as they walked.
"Randy, what's with the suitcase…please tell me you aren't going to rob them," said David narrowing his eyes at his older brother.
Randy took a step back and laughed his ass off as they stepped out the back way towards David's car. "Steal? From the mob? Get the fuck out of here!" Randy said amused. "My guinea ass is far too young to get killed by some mafia family. All I got in here is a three grand and two keys of pure grade-A Colombian coke."
"So what the hell is it for? Acceptance? Party favors?"
"Pretty much, I give them this…and we are in. We'll get the back up of the Forelli family. All we do is supply them with a bit of drugs and tribute money, and we will get some top-quality respect, top-shelf women, and rolling in the dough. Hell, maybe we might get to be made men huh?"
I really doubt that…especially on your part, David thought as he started the car and began driving.
The Sentinel's V-12 engine roared like a lion as he stomped on the pedal and drove through the Red Light District. While Randy was messing with the radio looking for a song to listen to, David quickly shifted gears down the street; he made a turn thought about what Randy said earlier. Making more money, and getting respect…maybe having a woman by his side, and not just some hot one-night-stand and barely remember any of it (like Tiffany for example) seem like a good thing, yet at the same time, he knew rising up in the mafia family takes more than just giving money, and kissing ass; a technique Randy seemed to excel in spades.
As he grew up here and during his four-year stay down in Vice City, he heard a bunch of stories about mobsters backstabbing each other cause one was either talking to much, or snitched, or kept on fucking up. In Randy's case, he was 'kept on fucking up' guy. Thinking of all of this made his stomach turn as he continued driving, letting go of whatever he was thinking of and relax.
"You know Luis and his boys saw me earlier." David said as he continued driving. "Started shooting like it was nothing."
"Did you get him…or at least wound him again?" Randy asked while he gave up finding a song he wanted to hear on the radio.
"Not exactly…I crippled his boy again…nothing like a magnum round in the kneecap to brighten your day."
The two laughed as the car reached a stoplight ahead turned red and David stopped. A Maverick helicopter could be heard through the area as both David and Randy, saw it's searchlight beams looking for a suspect.
"Whom you think they're looking for?" Randy said trying to break the awkward silence between the two.
"You know how it is," said David as the light went green and David drove by the downtown area. "Probably some crackhead."
Randy shook his head. "With the thugs and killers out in the city with some heavy firepower nowadays and the police having a hard time…I think it was more than just some crackhead."
"Yea your right…probably a 'made man' with some phony ass dreams to be in a mafia with a suitcase." David chuckled a bit insulting Randy's intelligence. David saw the cold stare he received from Randy and smiled. "Come on Randy…I was just bustin' your balls man. Relax…you got to crack on me back in the day, so I can't have just a little bit of fun here?"
"That was different…"
"No, YOU were different. You had a lot of get-up-and-go back in the day. A man like you had too much potential. Shit, you were loved, honored, respected AND feared, all in the same day. While I was busting my ass, just to even get a shred of respect and/or cash, you were on easy street. Now look at you…you're a fucking joke Randy. You take everything as a goddamn joke. You told me you were going to own your own business..A DECENT BUSINESS…instead, you're a owner of a seedy dive, you cause more trouble than expected and on top of that shit, you steal from other gangs just so you can try to expand whatever little you got…and it still doesn't expand. I bet the last guy you hired to run errands for you, either got sent up the river, or sent six-feet deep in a pine box. Now am I right, or am I right?" David said giving his brother a fierce look, not even looking at the road ahead cutting cars left and right.
Randy couldn't even believe what David said to him. If it were anyone else that had mouthed off in this manner, they would have two in the chest and one in the head. But seeing that this was family, an ass kicking was certain. Sadly though David was driving, and hitting him while he's driving at this speed would be certain death. "I thought I'd never see the day, when you became a fucking punk man. After all I did for you…I got you this job, pay you MY money, and this is how you're going to repay my kindness? Insulting me? You even lucky I took your sorry ass in!"
"Your lucky I even gave a fuck about you at all…when I left you were a somebody. You might have had a few tribulations here and there, but they were minor and could have been dealt with easily. Now that I'm here, you're more of a problem than a goddamn help to me. I shoot up some thugs at Cubano Corral, I rescued your girls from a seedy pimp named E-Boy,oh I'm sorry i forgot...I DID take a round from that fat fuck! I get shot at by that fucking Cuban Luis and his partner, my car gets shot up to shit while being chased by cops. I'm grateful you cared and told me where there was a Pay-N-Spray. But still..."
"You know what?" Randy said cutting him off. "Cut the bullshit alright, and stop your fucking whining…damn. You complain more than a bitch on the rag…just like mom. What's wrong, you want me to buy you some fucking maxi pads on our way too? You want your chocolate so you can stop with the PMS? You want me to get a hooker for you so you can chill the fuck out?" Randy said not wanting to hear the truth David was throwing at him. "I already have to hear that shit from her, and I don't need it coming from a mama's boy like you. You think your some fucking big shot just cause you got clothes, gun skills, and this nice car? Please, it took you four lousy years to get what you had to get. It took me weeks to get what i needed, and if i have to lie, cheat and, steal to get what I want and when I want...so fucking be it…lets just squash all of this and head there."
"Whatever Randy," sighed David taking another series of turns and twist.
"And try to hurry up man, we don't want to be late." Randy snidely remarked. "Don't crash into any cars either," he added.
"Randy…could you do me a favor…just one it, isn't much…go fuck yourself." David said simply, sounding pissed.
Randy laughed and said, "Hey I'm busting your balls lil bro." His face then went serious for a second as he said; "Now we're even…now hurry ya ass up. Your driving like your in 'Driving Miss Daisy', ya slow ass fuck"
Grumbling and muttering without making sense, David continued driving and made one more turn and gritted his teeth, while Randy heard him mumble under his breath and busted out laughing. Let's just hope this Forelli guy is better than Randy…I mean Randy is my brother and I care about him…its just…well…I swear Randy is going to be the death of me if I keep this shit up, David mused as they finally reached their destination: Starlight Casino.