It was a sunny morning David sat on the couch playing video games, trying to beat the high score on Pogo the Monkey. He didn't feel like calling anyone at all or picking up the phone for that matter.
"Come on...jump damnit!" David out loud as he was pressing the button to make the video game sprite jump in the air to collect an extra life, but fell into a pit instead loosing his final life and, loosing the game. "Shit!" David yelled as he threw the controller on the ground and turned the console off.
He turned it on to the news and got up heading to the kitchen for a soda. He then turned up the volume up a bit as he grabbed a breakfast burrito and put it in the microwave.
"In today's news, a high speed drag race ended in a horrible end last night when they somehow spun out of control and crashed into a Cluckin' Bell. Five people including the two drivers are dead, while fourteen are injured. The mayor is now cracking down on street racers letting them know now that anyone partaking in any illegal street racing will be more than fined...also today in entertainment, Jack Hauser, action star who just starred in his latest action movie, was arrested once again, on drug charges in Little Cuba. He is on $55,000 bail."
David shut the TV off, not wanting to hear another word, and got showered and dressed. His plan was going to go visit his mother and spend some time with her for the entire day. As he continued getting dressed and taking bites of his burrito, his phone rang out loudly. He picked the phone up and answered. "Hello?"
"Hey kid, it's me," said Paul. He was at his son's penthouse looking rather pissed off. Johnny was a little bit intimidated as Paul paced back and forth on the carpet. "I need you back to work again. I also need to have a small chat with you and Johnny at Glen Towers."
"Sure. What is it about?"
"I'll explain it when you get there." Paul said hanging up the phone and looking at his son pissed.
"Look, pop, I was going to explain about of this to you soon." Johnny said hesitantly.
"Is that before or after they would have killed you and me?!" Paul shouted.
Back at David's apartment sighed knowing his plans were shot to shit as he realized he was back on the job with the mob. He finished his breakfast, grabbed his holster along with his two Berettas, finished gotten dressed and ran down the stairs. He wasn't in the mood to drive his car, so he decided to hail a cab. He stood on the corner for several minutes, watching several cabs reject him either because they already had a fare, or for some other reason.
"For fuck's sake, there's gotta be at least one cab out there!" David yelled in frustration. He was ready to call it quits until he saw someone walking out of a cab. He rushed over and got inside the cab.
The cabbie had a thick mustache and glared at David through the rear view mirror. "Where are you going?"
David glanced at the man and then looked at the window. "Glen Towers...and step on it."
The cabbie nodded as he started heading down the street, weaving through every single car. During the drive, David's cell phone rung again.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's me Alan. Did you get a call from Paul?"
David replied, "Yea about an hour ago. Why did, you get one from him too?"
"Yea, he sounds like he's ready to tear some heads off." Alan said as he was driving towards Johnny's penthouse in his car.
"Well let's hope he doesn't tear ours off. See you there," said David hanging up the phone and said to the cabbie, "Hey, cabbie, I'm late for something, so don't fuck about and pick up the pace."
"You got it," said the cabbie as he shifted gears and went down the street like a bat out of hell.
In a hot minute, the cab finally arrived at Glen Towers. David paid the cabbie the fare, minus tip and ran towards the building. David saw a receptionist painting her nails. She looked at him with the corner of her eye and continued painting her nails.
"Is there something you wanted?" she asked with a slight attitude.
"Yeah there is; Johnny Forelli's room." David said crossing his arms, not liking a single bit of her attitude.
She scoffed. "What are you, his boyfriend or something?"
David rolled his eyes getting a little upset. "Listen bitch, I really don't have time for anyone's bullshit, including yours. Now where is he, and please, for the sake of both of us, don't test my patience."
She blinked twice and muttered, "He's on the seventh floor, first door on your right."
David nodded. "Thank you. You can go back to your little meaningless job now." David walked away from her and walked towards the elevator. Once he got inside, he pressed the button for the seventh floor, and rested against the wall and looked up to the small speaker playing music softly. The elevator slowly went up till it reached its destination and slowly opened its door for David to step out. He turned right and saw the door number and knocked on the door. No response. He tried again a second time, only louder. Still nobody opened up. David leaned against the wall waiting for a couple of seconds, and pulled out his gun and twirled it for a little bit.
Several seconds turned into ten minutes, as David was growing a bit impatient. "Anytime fucking time now Johnny," he said as he holstered back his gun. He then went to the door and was getting ready to pound on it till the door opened. Johnny was in a fine tailored black pinstriped suit and a toothpick in his mouth
"What took you so long?" Johnny said taking the toothpick out of his mouth for a second.
"I wouldn't know. I sat here for nearly ten minutes waiting." David said as he stepped inside looking around.
Johnny laughed. "Oh, that was you? I thought that was the maid again. I already told her I wasn't going to fuck her again this week. You know how Latin women are, once you start screwing with them, you can't turn them off." He laughed with a shit eating grin on his face, while David smiled out of common civility.
Paul was sitting down polishing a Colt Python in front of the coffee table. He glanced at David and stopped at what he was doing, and walked over to the two of them. "David, sit down, we gotta talk."
David nodded and sat in a loveseat across from Paul. "What's wrong?"
"Well, I want to ask you something. A couple of weeks ago, you and Johnny, went over to Chinatown am I right?"
David nodded slowly. "Yea, he told me to sit in the car and wait for him. A couple of minutes later, I see him running out of there shooting at whatever was behind him."
"What else happened?" Paul asked as he glared at his son.
"We drove out of there, and later on we stopped to check to the car…well I checked it. Something was leaking and next thing you know we ran like hell and his car blew up." David said as he looked at Paul dead in the eye.
Paul smiled as he got up and patted him on the shoulder. "Thank you. You see that Johnny? You can't be a little honest with what happened?
"Hey, pop, come on. I just thought it wasn't as much of a big deal." Johnny said defensively. "I mean I could handle it."
"Forget it. Because you can't control the Triads, they decide to put a damn hit on me as well you. It's bad enough I have problems with the Yardies as it is, but you had to do it." Paul said as his face began to redden. He then took a small bottle out from his pocket and opened it. It was pills to control his blood pressure. He didn't bother drinking them with water as he popped two of them and crunched on them.
"Paul, are you alright?" David asked seeing Paul's face flare up.
"I'm fine…never better. Listen, I'm going to need you to escort me and Johnny to my house, just today." Paul said sounding weary.
"Sure, it's no problem. Anytime you're ready." David said standing up.
"Good, we're leaving now." Paul said as he grabbed his revolver and slipped in a leather hip holster.
Johnny grabbed a Mac-10 as well as some clips and two small boxes of bullets for it as they walked out of Johnny's suite. "We'll take the limo parked across the street."
David nodded as he felt his pants vibrate and pulled his cell phone out. It was a text message from Alan. He was letting him know that he was parked right by the limo along with some additional back-up 'just in case'. Smart move, David thought as the three of them walked to the elevator.
"How is your brother David?" Paul asked as he pressed the button for the lobby.
"He's been doing alright. He should be out of there soon." David said as he stared at the numbers on the LED screen lowering down till they reached their destination.
"Well that's good. When he's ready to head out, I'll have a car ready for him." Paul said just as the elevator slowed down and opened the doors.
The three of them saw Alan talking to the receptionist causing her to smile a little bit as he flirted with her. "So what time do you get off work? I was thinking about a nice little French restaurant a few blocks from here that you and I could go to."
"Come on Alan, we gotta get going." Johnny said as they walked towards the doors.
Alan noticed and left the woman to sit back on her desk, as he ran up to the three of them. "Hey Paul, I thought I'd have a couple of my guys to come along with us and provide back up." Alan said with a smile as he pointed out his car, along with four other cars; two of them were 1992 Blista Compact's while the other two were 2008 Admiral's with various gangsters inside them.
"Good. Alan you and you boys go along and provide cover for the limo. Johnny, David, and I will be inside the limo. Everyone got it? Good, let's go." Paul said as they got inside the limo.
Once they got inside, Johnny knocked on the window and told the driver to go. The driver nodded as he started the limo as well as Alan starting his and motioning the others to do so. The other cars started to drive keeping the limo covered.
As they started driving, Johnny looked by the window seeing if anything was happening. Paul noticed his son looking and then going back loading .45 ACP bullets into the submachine gun. He then dropped a few of them on the floor and muttered to himself in Italian.
"Nervous Johnny?" Paul said resting and pulled a small glass and a bottle of rum from the mini bar installed in the limo.
."Me nervous? Come on dad, this is Johnny Forelli, I'm not nervous at all."
"Really…well then why are you having such of a hard time loading bullets into a clip? You never had trouble with it at all ever since you were a kid."
"Really, pop, I'm doing just fine." Johnny said modestly as he finished loading one clip and went to finish the remaining three.
David pulled his phone out and called Alan who was driving up in the front of the limo. After two rings, Alan picked up.
"Yeah?"
"Is there anything going on?" David questioned
"So far a really hot milf walking down the street, but other than that nothing." Alan said as he honked his horn at the woman.
"Stay focused Alan…the last thing we need is someone rolling up and shooting at us."
"Don't worry David; the sides of the limo are bullet-proof as well as fire-proof. It would take a tank shell to blow that limo up." Alan said highly confident.
"Are you serious?" David said sounding a little bit surprised.
"Well maybe an RPG but that's about it." Alan said laughing. "But come on; the Triads aren't capable of packing that kind of firepower. I usually see those guys carrying machine pistols, and toting assault rifles. Trust me; you guys are safer in there than I am in my own car."
"Well alright. Just keep us informed if anything changes." David said as he hung up the phone.
"Is everything alright from Alan's end?" Paul said.
"Yeah, he said everything is alright and that we shouldn't worry so much." David assured. "That also goes for you Johnny."
"Fuck you," Johnny said glaring at David.
As everything seemed peaceful for the time being, several people driving PCJ-600 motorcycles were racing up towards the small convoy. One of them was in a red PCJ-600 wearing a red tank top and holding an Uzi. The bikers stayed several cars behind the convoy to avoid any suspicion from them. As they reached towards a stoplight, the leader of the pack glared as he motioned them to be ready. Each one of them was either carrying a Mac-10, or an Uzi. The leader himself was carrying a Glock 18 machine pistol and wearing Kevlar underneath a red silk shirt. He spoke in Chinese and in unison they all drove straight towards the convoy. The leader of the pack raised his weapon towards the can in the back protecting them and squeezed the trigger. The passengers in the back were shot up before they could even react to what happened behind them. Two of the other bikers swerved to both sides and began to shoot at them. The driver including the passenger in the front was riddled with bullets.
"The hell was that?" Johnny said as he looked back and saw a large group of Asian bikers opening fire upon the limo. Johnny ducked down and screamed, "It's a goddamned ambush!"
The car that was on the side went into reverse and shot at one of the bikers in his shoulder causing him to fall off and hit the pavement. The leader raised his gun and sprayed back and forth at the Admiral scoring a headshot at one thug and hitting a passenger's throat in the backseat. Alan looked behind him and saw what was going on and grabbed a Ruger MP-9 submachine gun from seat. Once he got out from his car, he aimed at the leader and tapped the trigger. The burst of nine-millimeter gunfire stuck him in the center of the chest, causing him to fall down hitting his head hard on the ground. He slowly got up however and hid behind a convertible blind firing at the thugs protecting the limo.
Back in the limo Johnny was fuming. "Fucking Triads, I knew they would try this!" Johnny yelled as he slammed a clip into his Mac-10 and got ready to get out of the limo.
"Shouldn't we try to get the fuck out of here instead of trying to take them on?" David suggested.
Johnny wasn't even listening as he got out of the limo and started shooting at them. The passengers in other cars were in a panic as they were running away from the carnage going on. Johnny was in such a rage he continued shooting, gunning down a few civilians and only one Triad. His gun went empty and ejected out the empty clip. As he started reloading, one Triad raised his Uzi. Johnny looked up and jumped out of the way as he opened fire at him. Johnny hid behind a truck waiting for him to show up so he could spring up and shoot him. As soon as the Triad thug ran over to where Johnny was hiding, he was in the sights of David and Paul as they opened fire embedding him with bullets. The Triad thug slumped down on the ground dead on the spot. Alan joined up as saw Johnny, David, and Paul as they ducked down and returned fire.
"How did they know we were here?" David yelled.
"Followed probably," said Paul as he popped out and fired twice before ducking again.
"Yeah right. Someone probably snitched!" Johnny said hysterically.
"I doubt it. I know that none of my crew would try something like this." Alan said as he turned around and saw several Landstalker's and Voodoo vehicles drive towards them opening fire at them. "Where did they come from?!" Alan shouted. As a bullet from one of their AK-47's
"Yardies…how did they find out where we are?" Paul said as they started to use the abandoned cars for cover.
"We can figure that out when we get the house!" David yelled as he grabbed the dead Triad's Uzi, and came out from cover shooting at them. He managed to kill one of them. "We can't take the limo, they got the front covered and the Triads have the back covered as well."
Alan quickly reloaded as shot at a Triad. "Fuck it…I say we just get in the limo and try to get the fuck out."
"Just how do you manage we do that?" Paul yelled.
Alan pulled out two grenades from his coat pocket. One of them was a smoke grenade. The other was a fragmentation grenade. "I'm fucking glad I brought these." Alan said as he pulled the pin on the smoke grenade.
"Good, toss it. When the smoke pops, head to the limo, we'll head to the limo, you head to your car, and we'll break through." David said shooting another Yardie in the chest and getting nicked in the shoulder by a stray bullet.
Alan tossed the smoke grenade towards the Yardies and in a few short seconds it exploded in a large plume of thick white smoke. He heard them coughing and trying to see through the smoke giving the four a chance to escape. Alan high tailed it quickly as he saw one Yaride stumble into him and fell coughing from the smoke. Alan took the opportunity and shot him in the back of his head. He then grabbed his AK-47 and ran towards to his car. Meanwhile, Johnny and Paul ran to the back of the limo while David pulled both Beretta's and emptied both clips, as he headed towards the drivers seat of the limo, pulling the dead driver out of the seat. As soon as he got inside he started the limo and punched it heading towards the barricade.
Alan followed behind them behind and dialed on his cell to one of the thugs. "Listen, pull out of there now! Head to Paul's mansion right now!" He quickly hung up hoping they got out in time and stuck the AK-47 from the window. He pulled the trigger a couple of times and managed to hit one of them in the face. He then quickly stepped on the pedal gaining speed to meet up with them.
The Yardies pull out following them screaming and shooting at the limo, while Paul and Johnny were firing back at them. David swerved left and right dodging oncoming traffic and gunfire from behind. One bullet struck the side view mirror causing David to go into a panic. He saw how crazy they were back at the dock when he first met Alan, but now they were just even more berserk than before. He turned towards more traffic dodging cars, and hoping one would crash into them.
Alan was having a more difficult time, as he put the car into cruise control and fired at back at them. He emptied the rest of the clip hitting one of the Yardie drivers in the neck, his hands slowly veered turning the suv into a convenience store and crashed. He tossed the assault rifle to the side and grabbed his Ruger MP-9 and fired at them some more. He hit the tire of another car, but the Landstalker continued to race towards them. He grabbed the frag grenade he kept and turned off the cruise control. He took a couple of deep breaths realizing that what he was about to do was suicide and pulled the pin of the grenade. As they continued to shoot at Alan, he pulled off a 360 degree spin with the car and, at the same time chucked the grenade into the window of a Voodoo lowrider. It crashed through the window, into the middle inside the car. Of the Yardies was wondering what it was until he kneeled down to pick it up. Once he picked it up, he looked horrified as did the others inside the car as they all screamed. The grenade exploded along with the car, killing them all instantaneously. Alan speed up laughing like a lunatic
Back at the limo, David saw a Linerunner far ahead and smiled. The back of the Linerunner was a large tank of gasoline. He drove towards the lane where the Linerunner was and went towards it. He was going to try to psyche out the trucker and have him loose control and head towards them.
"I'm out." Johnny said as he tossed his Mac-10 in the middle of the floor.
"Same here," said Paul as he ejected the empty .357 shells out of his revolver. He slightly looked outside and saw what David was heading towards to. He reached over and pressed a button lowering the window from the back of the driver. "David, do you have any idea where you're heading towards to?"
"Trust me Paul…I know exactly where I'm heading towards to." David said as he raced towards to the tanker. The trucker glanced at the limo heading towards them and started to honk the horn. David ignored the horn as he continued to drive towards it. If this doesn't work…we're so fucked, David thought as he was heading towards it and then made a sharp turn going into the right lane. The trucker panicked as he yelled and swerved causing the entire tanker to overturn. The Yardies in their suv's didn't have time to react as they headed towards the tanker and crashed into it. In a brief second, the tanker exploded killing every single Yardie that was in pursuit and anyone within a thirty foot radius. The two cars drove off leaving behind them a smoking blazing ruin of several cars and one tanker.
"I can't believe that fucking worked!" Paul said in amazement.
Neither did I, David said as he was surprised it worked under the conditions they were in.
"Well, score one for the Forelli's," Johnny said as he looked back and saw the bright spot of orange flames. "Let head to the mansion."
David did that and drove towards Pineapple Grove and drove the limousine towards a spot where only two of the cars Alan had shown up with were there. One was a badly shot up Blista Compact and the other was an Admiral that was riddled with bullet holes. Alan parked the Sunrise over by them, to see how hurt they were. Only one of them was bleeding really badly.
"Everything alright?" One thug said to Alan as he was holding his side leaking blood from his wounds.
Alan nodded. "Yeah, everything is all good. Glad you guys made it."
As soon as David parked the limo, all three of them got out of and headed inside the mansion. Paul went into his pocked and popped two more pills to calm himself down, while Johnny sat himself down on a couch. David leaned up against the wall and holstered his guns, looking at the two wondering what they were going to do.
"Now what?" David asked breaking the silence.
"It's no doubt that those two are working together." Paul said dissatisfied.
"The Yardies want to put you out of business, and the Triads want to put Johnny out of the picture. What better way than to join forces to take down the family down?" David said putting the pieces together.
"I say we head back and teach these guys a lesson." Johnny said standing up. "Dad, we shouldn't have to be bullied by these fuckers."
"How about you sit down, and shut the fuck up?" Paul said getting annoyed by his son's idea. "What do you suggest we do then David?"
Johnny looked at him and then at his dad. "Wait a minute, since when does David have anything to say?"
"Since he practically save our asses back there! What the fuck is wrong with you?" Paul said loudly to have some of the maids, butlers and David look at him. "Did you forget what just happened earlier?"
"Listen pop…sorry. It's just that…"
Paul cut him off from talking. "I don't want to hear it." He motioned the laborers to mind their own business and get back to work. The quickly scattered back to their jobs. When they left he went over and pulled a small picture down revealing a small safe. He turned the dial for a little bit, the safe opened. He pulled out a few stacks of money and handed them to David. "Here…I want you to have this."
"Paul…I can't really." David said being a little modest.
"I insist. It's for saving me and my son's life. Thanks a lot kid. I'll keep you informed if Johnny or I need you." Paul said patting David on the back.
"Thanks." David said smiling a bit as he was heading out to the door. Johnny glared at him and sat back down. As he headed outside to see some of Alan's crew get inside a cab and head out.
Alan leaned on the side of his bullet riddled car looking tired. He said David walk towards him and smirked. "Shit…this is going to cost me a bundle."
"You've gotten it fixed before. Just needs some body work," said David.
"Yeah…some body work and probably bullet proof the fucking thing." Alan said laughing.
"Speaking of which, you said the limo was bullet proof." David said remembering back when he was inside the limousine.
"Yeah it was bullet proof."
"Just the car its self, but what about the windows?" David said raising an eyebrow.
"Well damn not everything can be bullet proof." Alan shrugged. "At least we got out of there."
"Point taken." David sighed as he felt his phone vibrate and ring. He pulled it out and answered. "Hello?"
"Hey there lil bro." a familiar voice spoke.
David was happy as hell to hear from him. "Randy?"
"Who were you expecting?" Randy said laughing.
"How have you been man?" David said feeling great to hear from him.
"I've been doing alright. Listen I figured I'd call you because I need you to do something for me."
"Sure. Wait, where are you?" David asked hearing sound of house music thumping loudly. "Are you at your club?"
"Well nah, I'm at your apartment. Don't worry I'll clean up. But anyway, head over to the club. Cathy needs to talk to you right away. Call me as soon as she's done telling you everything." Randy said as he hung up the phone.
David nodded as he put away the cell phone. "Hey Alan, you think you could give me a ride?"
"Even though my car is shot up to shit?" Alan said smirking at him.
"At least it didn't blow up." David said laughing as the two of them got inside the car. Alan started the engine and backed up slowly out of the mansion and drove off towards the Red Light District.