Hollow Point

by Brandon858

After four years in Vice City, college graduate David DePalma returns upstate to Daytona City, and finds himself working for his older brother, who is need of his help. He soon realizes that Daytona City hasn't changed, but he has. Chapter 42 is up!

36. Chapter 36:Spilled BloodHound

David arrived in front of the strip club, and saw an ambulance van along with a few people spectating and, yammering on in the cell phones as if it was the most epic thing to happen in their lives. Thinking of the worst, David backed up the car and parked it right along by the alley. He decided to leave the shotgun in the car, but kept the pistols on him as, he quickly exited out and ran towards the front of the club.

"Randy? Randy!" David yelled as he looked around. He saw Bolo picking up the remains of chair, and ran up to him. "Bolo, what the hell happened here? Where's Randy?"

"In his office man...man's been flipping out since this shit happened."

"What's with the ambulance van? Anybody get injured?" David asked, as he looked at a paramedic walking around.

"Just one of the girls, Sasha I think." Bolo said. "Took a bullet in the ass, and in the stomach. She should be alright though. I gotta see to it that these guys head out."

David nodded, feeling bad and hoping that she would make a fast recovery. "Alright man, thanks." As Bolo walked away, David took a look at the place, and shook his head at what happened.

The entire club looked like a the result of a riot. Several tables, chairs, were broken or destroyed, while one of the stripper poles had a bit of blood on it. No doubt that Sasha got shot right there, David thought. Another stripper pole was dented and suddenly fell, crashing into an already damaged table. The DJ equipment that he saw Jacob use the other night was all over the stage. Some of the parts were broken as David stared at the mess, completely upset. He then saw red spray painting of words 'B.H.' along with a black spray painting of a dog.

"Bloodhounds," David hissed. He walked towards the bar, and found only two stools that weren't broken. He sat down gently and stared at the many broken bottles of alcohol, dented metal kegs that had Golden Suds beer, now leaking, and split all over the red carpeting. Even the cash register was opened, with all of its money gone, including the change. As luck would have it, he saw one unbroken bottle and slightly smiled.

Grabbing a single bottle of tequila and one of the few shot glasses that wasn't damaged, David unscrewed the top, followed by pouring himself two shots, and setting the bottle close to him. Picking up one of the glasses to take a drink, he sighed, resting his eyes, as he heard his brother.

Randy, had on the same outfit he had on the other night as he sighed heavily. David couldn't blame him."They came in...smashed the fuckin' place up. Shot at one of my girls, including Bolo." Randy said sounding glum. He walked real slowly as he stared at the business that he created, wrecked.

"I didn't see any wounds on Bolo," David commented taking his second shot, and slamming down the shot glass and refilled the two again.

"He's a tank David...didn't really feel it. So he says," Randy replied with a dry chuckle. "The rest of the girls are with Cathy at her place in downtown. I told Jacob already to take the day off...who the fuck would do this shit too me?" He yelled as kicked the a piece of a chair out of his way sounding upset. "Who in the fuck did this to me?"

"Remember those guy's who were at the party decked out in red?" David asked to which his brother nodded. He pointed the spray painted calling card to Randy. "It was them. I told you they would come back and do something. I also didn't think they would do this so quickly."

Randy looked at them and shook his head. "It couldn't be them at all. I mean I met them over at that community college in the suburbs. They wouldn't do this kind of shit." Randy said defensively.

"They're called the Bloodhounds." David explained. "You had a part of a small time gang in this club Randy."

Randy glared at younger brother as he heard the name. "How the hell do you even know who they are?"

"Alan and I dealt with then. Including their boss...and I left the asshole alive."

"Marcus Biggs Jr?" Randy said sounding surprised himself.

Now it was David's turn to look at his brother. "How the hell do you even know the name of their leader?"

Randy looked down and shrugged. "I...umm...well..."

"Spit it out!"

"I borrowed money from him!" Randy confessed. "While you were gone, the old crew I had with separated, I had to scrounge up as much as I could to make a business." Randy explained while his brother continued to stare at him. He stood up and continued talking. "This club used to be a old pool hall that was ready to become a small parking lot. So I borrowed money from him, and I paid him back plus interest. He didn't bother me after that."

"Are you sure about that?" David asked as he pointed out the wreckage. "Maybe he wants to take it over...and this is proving it."

"How is messing up the place, showing that he wants it?"

"I don't know! A warning I guess," David shook his head. "I know where some of them might be at. Have Bolo lock the place up, and we'll take care of it. Just you and me."

Randy shook his head. "There's also another problem we have."

"Now what?"

Randy took a deep breath and explained some more. "Remember that hotel that I wanted to get? The one I told you about the other night."

David nodded as he poured another shot for himself another glass. "Yeah, the place down the block where you want to turn it into some place of bacchanalia."

"You mean whorehouse."

"Same thing!" David shouted.

"Stop using big words!"

A few seconds later, David calmed down and spoke again. "What about it?"

"Well...I didn't get it."

David stared at him even more ticked off. "What? Why not?"

"Some guy offered more money to buy the place." Randy sighed worriedly as he grabbed the bottle of liquor and took a gulp.

"Didn't I tell you to make sure no one else was trying to buy it off?" David questioned as he snatched the bottle away from his older brother. "Didn't I? Not only that, but you blew your money upgrading this place, and had it fucked up, in less than twenty-four hours! Once again, you don't think before you act!"

"Oh fuck you David! Fuck you man! Like you haven't messed up once in your life. Remember your ex Olivia? Instead of persuading her to go to college with you, you let that Japanese mixed bitch run off to Japan and you got all sad and moody!"

David glared at him pissed, as he sent a quick punch to Randy's face, followed with a hook to the stomach. The older brother fell off the stool and on the ground. Randy held the side of his face in pain as he looked up to his brother turn his head away, and stare at the shotglass.

"Alright...I deserved that one," Randy muttered as he got up.

"You deserve more than that for bringing that shit up," David spat.

"Alright, my fault...I fucked up on the sale. Big time," Randy apologized. But at least I got a name of the person who bought the place."

"Who?"

"Ian Hemsley."

"Ok, so how do we even look for him with just a name?"

"You got any ideas?" Randy asked.

"Jack a police car, and enter the name into a database?"

Randy shook his head. "Nah, that's going to take too much work. Maybe Jacob since he's into all that hacking. Maybe he could look up the name for us."

"Fine, call him." David said, standing up to stretch and heading towards the sink for some water.

Randy got up as well pulling his cell phone out and, calling up Jacob. David phone vibrated as he pulled it out seeing that it was Alan calling him.

"Hey Alan, what's going on?" David asked.

"What's going on is a meeting over at Paul's So you and your brother need to get here. Fast."

David looked around the counter and found a highball glass, ad he continued talking. "Well I got some business of my own right now. Remember that little talk that we had about those Bloodhounds?"

"Yeah?"

"Well turns out they fucked up the club. Real bad. On top of that, the only lead we have is this guy named Ian Herman."

Alan raised both eyebrows as he repeated the name. "Ian Herman? I know that guy."

"You do?"

"Six years ago, he used to be part of the Forelli family as Paul's consultant...that is till he turned traitor, and went with the Bloodhounds.

David's eyes grew wide as he heard the two words 'Paul's consultant'. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah. This changes things man. Alright, you do what you gotta do with your brother, I'll have a chat with Paul, and see what he has to say alright? Be ready to pick up just in case."

"Got it," David said hanging up the phone. He saw Randy do the same and walk up to him. "What did Jacob say?"

"He hacked into the police database at home, and came up with a match. He's also sending me a picture through my phone soon," Randy said as he sat back down on the stool. "He with the Bloodhounds as their second in command, not to mention Jacob said, he's living at the place he bought."

"He already moved in?"

Randy shook his head, "No, he's having a housewarming party. And every one of those Bloodhounds are going to be there. Including the boss."

"Marcus is going to be there? The guy was fucked up when I got him. They wouldn't move him from a hospital bed to some party." David said, doubting a nurse would have him discharged from the ER.

"Hey, you pay someone the right amount of money, you can have him treated real fast." Randy replied as he poured himself a drink. "Still...what's the point?"

"Come on Randy," David encouraged. "We get these assholes, here and now. I get to kill a couple of thugs, and you get the deed from Ian's hands. Like you used to say to me when we were younger; grow a goddamn spine!"

Randy looked at his younger brother and shook his head once more. "All I have on me is a revolver and that USP."

"So? I got my Beretta, an Automag, and a shotgun. We'll work with what we got and pick up more as we continue," David assured. "Come on, it'll be fun. Be like the old days...cept without me screaming like a girl as gunshots go off."

"Be the old me huh?" Randy laughed.

"Come on man." The younger brother urged. "You won't regret it."

"Alright, alright. First thing we need to do is secure the place and take them all out. All of them. You with me?" Randy said, taking a shotglass filled with tequila, grinning.

David did the same as he smiled. "I'm way ahead of ya."

The two clinked glasses, followed by quickly downing both glasses and slammed the two on the ground, followed by getting up. Randy headed to his office, grabbing both pistols including several clips for the USP and three speedloaders for his Colt Anaconda revolver. When he came back out, he locked the office door, and headed out by the front. He saw Bolo standing outside, shooing the crowd away, and called him out, while checking his guns.

"Bolo! Come 'ere!" Randy yelled as he

Bolo walked over, his arm in a sling. "What's up?"

"Me and my brother have some business to take care of. Lock the place up and close the shutters," Randy said handing the keys in Bolo's good hand.

"You sure you don't need my help with this boss?" Bolo asked with a smile.

"What I need you to do is help close down the place...and while you're at it, find someone to help clean up the place," Randy said as he turned his head, looking for his brother. "You see David?"

"He parked a car right by the alley," Bolo replied, jerking his thumb towards it. There was a engine starting up as the Idaho pulled out from the alley, slamming into a shopping cart of a homeless man's cans and, pulling up towards Randy and Bolo.

The window's rolled down, revealing David, as he unlocked the door. "Come on, get in."

Randy nodded, as he opened the door, and got inside. "Where did you get this ride?"

"From a family of three," David commented as he pointed at a picture of the woman and two teenage girls he stole the car from. "Anyway, we go to this place and take them out. We don't go up another floor till they're all dead on the current one we're in." He stepped on the pedal and started driving, not bothering turning on the radio as he broke the plan down. "We go in, we hit them, and hit them hard."

"Sounds good. But I've seen what that place looks like. Suppose one of them even tries to crawl out a window?" Randy said glancing at his brother. "They might have back up heading up there if one even tries to escape."

"Well that's why we're going to make sure we handle each Bloodhound on each floor. Speaking of which, how many floors are there at the building?"

"Five."

"Good," David said as he felt his phone ring. Stopping at a red light, he pulled his phone out and answered. "Yeah?"

"David, it's me Paul. Alan has told me what you two are about to do."

"Yeah...my brother found out who the name of the man who bought the place." David answered. "We can't try to take it from them?"

"I didn't say that," Paul said. "Frankly the Bloodhounds are nothing to worry about, so deal with them. That Ian guy however, I want that rat bastard alive. Take out anyone that tries to defend him. When you get him make sure he's alive and head to my place."

"Got it, I'll call you to let you know we got him. See you soon." David said hanging up.

"What did they say?" Randy wondered as the light turned green .

"Kill everyone, but leave Ian alive," David repeated. "Sounds easy enough."

Randy's cell phone buzzed as he pulled it out and glanced at it. It was from Jacob, as there was a picture of the man they were asked not to kill. Ian was a fairly old white man well in his mid to late thirties, with balding brown hair that had several spots of gray in it. He had a flat nose, brown eyes, as well as a shaved clean face, showing a small, but noticeable vertical scar on his upper lip.

"What was that?" David asked.

"A picture of our man," Randy answered, showing his younger brother the picture.

While driving, David carefully studied it, getting a mental image in his head. He then tossed the phone to Randy, as his brother instructed him where to drive to arrive at the hotel. David stared at the light traffic going on, as he listened to Randy prattle on what he was going to do with the hotel soon as he took it over. He couldn't believe how his brother was acting. One minute depressed cause of the club being in such a wreck. Next, afraid cause he didn't want to take them on and, just go about his business, now he was excited to go kill them, and all because he had his little brother to back him up. David often wondered who was the bigger brother when it came to him and Randy. Before he left for college years ago, the roles were the other way around. David screaming, panicking, and complaining...while his brother was fearless, bold and not afraid to take the enemy head on. It was enough to make him ask his brother, just what the fuck happened made him change this way.

"Hey! Take a right David!" Randy yelled, waking David from his deep thought. He then, leaned over, jerking the steering wheel to the right.

David caught on, and made the turn as the Idaho hopped the curb, nearly clipping an old man walking his dog, and made it back on the street. "Sorry."

"You alright?" Randy wondered as he looked back and saw the old man shaking his fist in the air.

"Yeah, I'm alight." David answered back.

"Are you sure? Cause you looked like you were in some deep thinking and..."

"I said I'm alright," David snapped back. He then looked at his brother's concerned face, and shook his head. "I'll tell you about it later."

"You said the same damn thing about the little incident with the robbers at your place," Randy said, crossing his arms.

David exhaled. "Well, long story short, they broke in, armed with only twenty-two caliber pistols. I killed the head honcho in their little trio, and before you know it, they surrendered faster than the French. They were young, so instead of killing them, I made an example of one of them."

"By doing what?" Randy asked, listening to David's robbery gone bad story.

"Smashing the fucker's hand," David said with a soft laugh. "Something you would've done back in the day."

"What-the-fuck-ever man," Randy muttered, as stretched and rolled down the window's. "You're gonna see I still got it after all this time. When we take care of these fuckers, including Cuban Cartel."

"When are we going to? We already...I mean I, already taken care pretty much his higher ups. It's just that asshole Luis left."

"Yeah, left with a bunch of Cuban Cartel thugs." Randy said.

"Nothing we can't handle," David replied confidently. "Just be sure you're ready, cause you already know I will."

Randy laughed, as he rolled up the window, while David parked the four-door car from across the street of the hotel. The two of them checked each of their weapons and slowly got out looking at what was ahead of them.

It was the Milton hotel, and it looked slightly run down as some of the light's were flickering on and off, giving the idea that it was in need of repair. Some of the plants look wilted and stepped on, while the two of the fountains were supposed to be of two angels, but were damaged so bad, the only way David could tell that they were angels was the one wing that stood strong while, the rest of the statue was riddled with bullets, and trash. There wasn't even any water circulating in the fountains, as there was several used condoms, candy wrappers, and other tidbits, swimming in a very disgusting water that resembled and smelled like piss.

David couldn't believe the look of the place as he stared at the fountain. "This is gross."

"Don't inhale...that's all I'm saying." Randy grimaced. He then looked around as he saw no one standing outside at all. "Nobody outside."

"Then we'll just let ourselves in then, won't we?" David smirked as he brought out his shotgun. He glanced out and saw someone in red heading towards the door. Hurriedly, David hid behind a large dumpster, leaving his brother out in the open.

"What the fuck?" Randy said almost shouting.

"I know what I'm doing, trust me." David said poking his head out for a moment. When he saw the entrance door open, David went back to cover.

The Bloodhound thug was smoking on a Redwood cigarette as he stepped outside. He took a drag as he saw Randy standing there like a goof. The thug was armed as he firmly gripped onto a Mac-11 sub machinegun, and a Colt Barracuda revolver that stuck out in his waist. "Hey you!" he called out.

Playing dumb, Randy responded. "Uhh, yeah? What's up?"

"The fuck you want?"

"I was just wondering if umm...Ian was there by any chance?" Randy said with a nervous laugh.

The thug looked at Randy up and down, followed with a dismissal wave. "Nah, he ain't here...get lost."

"I was told he was here though. From a friend of his...he told me to meet him here for his little housewarming party." Randy insisted.

"Nigga, you deaf? I said he ain't here...fuck out of here!" The thug yelled as he blew smoke at Randy's face.

Randy coughed as he blew the smoke away from his face. "Look...bro. I'll pay you, if that's what its all about. Maybe get you and a few of your baby momma's something to snack on?"

I don't believe this, David thought shaking his head at what his brother just said to the gangster. He's going to get himself killed talking like that! Taking a deep breath, David crouched down and slowly sneaked up on the two, while looking around to see if their was anyone noticing.

The Bloodhound glared at Randy hard as he took his lit cigarette and flicked it at Randy's pants. "Look motherfucker, if I want your money I'll take it without asking you. Like I said, this is a private party."

David quickly stood up pressing the Ithaca Mag-10 shotgun against the back of the Bloodhound's head. "Well, today, it's a public execution. Drop the Mac...now," The thug did as he was told, as Randy grabbed the submachine gun and pressed the weapon against the thug's chest. David noticed the revolver and grabbed it as well, putting it in his pocket. "Randy, take this prick to one of those fountains...I think he looks thirsty."

"No problem." Randy grinned, as he pulled him towards the fountain. The Bloodhound didn't even bother to fight back. Then again who would, when you had a ten-gauge shotgun pressed against your head?

"You nigga's fucked up...you fucked up."

"No bitch, you fucked up when you trashed my brother's club this morning." David seethed, as he turned him around and forced him on his knees, while Randy held him down, pressing his foot on his back. "Is Ian in there? You can do this the easy way, or our way."

"Please say our way. I need the excuse to trash you and your whole fuckin' crew." Randy sneered.

"Fuck you," The thug spat. As he felt the back of his head being pushed forward. The thug felt his face being immersed with piss as he thrashed his body, struggling to get up. He then felt himself being lifted up, as he coughed and gagged.

"Scream, and we kill you." David vowed. "Now, is Ian there? I won't ask you again."

The man nodded, along with coughing up a used condom. David kept a straight face, despite the amusement he saw in what he coughed up. Randy however, couldn't as he chuckled.

"How's it taste? Good for your system huh?" Randy said giggling.

The Bloodhound wiped his mouth and glared at David. "You two motherfuckers are in for it when the rest of my boy's come looking for me."

"Well, that's quite alright. They won' t need to look for you after we deal with them. They'll be joining you in the afterlife." David said simply as he pushed his head back in the fountain with the barrel of the shotgun. The thug thrashed his arms around, but Randy kept him still as, the two of them heard the thug's screams in the fountain for several seconds.

The thug's body was jerking around a bit, till he stopped moving. The bubbles coming from him ceased as well, as David released the barrel from the dead thug's head. Randy let go as well as they stared at him.

"Nasty to way to die," Randy muttered.

"One of the too many if you ask me," David admitted. "But he's not our concern. Come on, let's introduce ourselves." David said as the two walked towards the entrance of the place. David heard the huge thumping of rap music going on and smiled. This is just going to go well. With the music going on loudly,they won't be able to hear the gun shots...or the screams.

Randy opened the door as he stared at who was in. There were several of them sporting red tank tops, shirts, sneakers, and even one had a red leather jacket that had a white star on the back of it. Smiling, he brought out the Mac-11 and began spraying the entire lobby with gunfire. Some of them tried to scatter but either were hit somewhere non-vital by a three-eighty slug, or tripped over a wounded person, injuring themselves

His brother followed suit as he walked in brandishing the shotgun, and aimed at the closest Bloodhound gangster close to him. Pulling the trigger, David felt the heavy recoil as a Bloodhound's head was literally blown away from the rest of his body. He then aimed the weapon at another as he reached for his headless friend's Glock, only to feel the skin on his chest be ripped apart as ten-gauge buckshot dug into him, causing the poor bastard to not only die, by fly back several feet.

Already empty, Randy, pulled out his USP, firing into one Bloodhound thug's groin, causing him to shriek as he sank to the floor. He saw a black female thug draw out a Micro-Uzi, and point it at him. "Shit!" Randy yelled as he saw chubby clerk by the desk, screaming for his life. "Come 'ere!" Randy yelled grabbing the clerk, using him as a human shield. The clerk's torso jerked several times as bullets entered into him. I hope this guy is fat enough to stop the bullets from exiting out of him, he thought.

David turned his shotgun towards a thug who threw his gun down and tried to jump out the window, but wasn't even fast enough as David shot him, boring a hole through his side at close range, destroying his entire ribcage, heart, and smearing the white walls red with the thug's blood. He mentally counted how many shells he had in the gun, due to the fact that reloading right now would be a foolish idea. Setting the gun down he quickly drew out the Automag and the Beretta. He didn't bat an eyelash as he stood there, guns akimbo and, unloaded round after round, killing anyone wearing red. "Randy! You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm doing just fucking great!" Randy shouted, raising his pistol up and fire off rounds, not only killing the woman carrying the Uzi, but the four people close by her. He noticed that five more of them were running towards the exit on the other side, and fired off his guns some more. "Shit! We got a few runners!" Randy yelled as one of his bullets, struck a female Bloodhound gangster through the back of her neck. Blood spewed outward from the wound, causing the thug to drop flat on the ground, gurgling for help..

"Damn!" David cursed as he ran towards them and fired quickly. The Automag clicked, while the Beretta dropped three of them. David started to run after the remaining two but were quickly gunned down, as both of their bodies flopped like rag dolls. "The fuck..."

"You get them?" Randy asked as he pushed the bullet riddled, overweight clerk off of him.

"I wish," David muttered. He walked down the short hallway to see both of them with their brains and blood leaking out. When David turned his head he saw a man in a black suit, wearing shades, and wing-tipped shoes. The man was carrying a HK UMP .45 submachine gun as he smirked at him.

"Alan figured you would need help."

David breathed a sigh of relief as he saw eight, black '08 Sentinels, and one red '92 Sunrise. Alan came out dressed in a black and gray, stripped, crew shirt with black jeans, and a pair of silver rimmed aviator shades. He had a Colt M4A1 carbine with a grenade launcher attachment to the bottom of the weapon. The rest of his crew had on black suits, wielding either pistols, or submachine guns.

"What are you guys doing here?" David said as he shook Alan's hand.

"Paul figured that you would need some help, so, here I am." Alan said cheerfully.

Least he didn't have his son come to this occasion.Lord knows what he would've done, David wondered. "The more the merrier I suppose. Everyone on the bottom floor is cleared out.

Alan nodded as he heard the music going on. "And from the way they're partying, they didn't hear the gunfire or the screaming?"

"Easy kills huh?"

"Hell yeah," Alan laughed for a moment before he got serious. "Alright listen; we'll surround the entire hotel while you two guys go up each floor and take them out. If you leave any, and they try to run down to the lobby, we'll just mow them down. And every now and then I'll have a few of my boys, head up a floor, that you already went through to see if anyone was in hiding."

"Sounds perfect," David answered, agreeing with the plan completely.

"I figured you'd say that. You guys need any guns in the meantime?"

David shook his head. "With whatever these asshole's drop, we'll use them."

"Smart thinking man," Alan smiled at David's idea. "Happy hunting."

"Thanks," David answered. He jogged back inside the lobby, picking up the shotgun and started to reload it, followed by reloading the Automag.

"Who was that?" Randy asked, patting down the dead bodies for money, and ammo. He only came up with thirty-six dollars, and a Micro-Uzi with half a clip of ammunition.

"It's Alan. He's going to provide us with some cover, if any of them try to escape. Come on, we got the second floor to take care of."

The two brothers headed towards the elevator, leaving the stench of death and bullets behind, as David pressed the button tor the second floor.

When the elevator doors closed, Randy looked at his brother. "Why don't we just go towards the fifth floor and handle Ian?"

"Too dangerous. We would have to deal with the entire floor rushing up at us as we tried to go down. Suppose Ian catches a stray bullet?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're right," Randy said as he brought up his Mac-11, along with his USP in the other hand. "Let's just tear through these guys."

"Now, you're talkin'." David said.

The elevator came to a slow stop, followed with the doors opening. Both brothers then felt the heavy bass of the music, as the metal of the elevator vibrated. David shook his head, astounded at the noise it was making, but it didn't stop him from bringing the Mag-10 Roadblocker shotgun up, pulling the trigger.

A Bloodhound gangster was drinking, smiling as the ten-gauge slug tore through the cup, destroying it, including the man's hand. A huge gaping chunk came off as the man cried out, screaming in pain, which was silenced by several three-eighty caliber bullets, entering in his brain, sparking off death.

One woman wearing Bloodhound colors, screeched as, she watched her friend go down fast. She met the same fate, as Randy pumped a couple of bullets from his USP into her stomach, dropping her flat on her face.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out the situation, as some of them began to run like hell, trampling over each other screaming loudly and hysterically towards the stairs, while the music continued to pound throughout the entire floor. Randy raised his submachine gun, pulling the trigger while waving the weapon back and forth, making sure that everyone was going to take a bullet somewhere, somehow.

One Bloodhound, was struggling to pull his pants up as he scurried into a room, grabbing an AK-47 assault rifle from the closet. Slamming a clip, he came out screaming at the two killers. "Motherfucker!" His cockiness, accidentally killed two thugs, as he tried to go after them, pushing people out of the way, as they ran. "You wanna fuck with the Bloodhounds you son of a bitch! Come 'n get it!"

David couldn't really hear exactly the man said but it didn't matter as he, quickly brought the man down with two blasts; ripping the thug's arm off, including three-fourths of his head. David continued shooting, he felt something hit him against his stomach. Twice. He staggered back, grunting at the pain, as he spotted who was the shooter. Before he could pull out his Automag to deal with him, his brother, plugged three bullets, directly into his center mass, causing him to fall back, twitching, and shitting on himself. Looking for cover, David went into a room only to be shocked as a gangster swung his fist into David's chest.

David felt most of the air rushed out of his body, as he struggled to stand on his two feet. Asshole, David mused, as he gave the man a solid kick to the crotch, followed with pulling out the Beretta, and putting a bullet through his eye. Blood, bone and brain matter decorated the sheets, while the body slumped on the floor. David checked to see if the bullets did pierce through the vest. He felt two bullet holes and stuck in to see how deep. He then felt a cool piece of metal and realized that it was metal plating. I thought it was just regular Kevlar, David wondered as he quickly reloaded the shotgun once more.

Back in the hallway, Randy continued pouring the gunfire, killing each of them left and right. His newly acquired Micro-Uzi was running low, soon as he emptied half a clip into a female thug carrying a MP5K. The bullets tore into her stomach, causing her to scream and holler in agony. Randy hushed her by popping her in face with the last bullet. Tossing the Micro-Uzi aside, he quickly snatched out the Colt Barracuda he had earlier. There were less screams and more music continuing, as he saw the deejay, trying to climb out the window. He brought his weapon up, aiming at him, but he witnessed the man getting shot up, followed with falling off the fire escape, screaming for his mother.

David walked around of the room, and saw that everyone on the floor was dead. The music was still going on, as he saw his brother ready to turn the music off. Running up to him, he swatted his hand away and shook his head. He figured that, by having the music play loudly still, the people upstairs wouldn't find out what was going on.

It took the two of them a few minutes to go through the bodies, and police up whatever guns, cash and ammo they can get. David still had his Automag, Beretta and Roadblocker, including the AK-47. Randy still had his USP, the Colt Anaconda, the MP5K, and the Colt Barracuda. The two made it back to the elevator, as stared at the work they caused. Both of them smiled, as Randy pressed the button for the next floor. The doors closed again, while the elevator lifted up slowly.

"Ready for the next wave?" David asked smiling.

"Just try to keep up little brother." Randy grinned, ejecting a clip from his MP5K and inserting a new one.

"You know I will," David challenged as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed up Alan. "Hey, second floor cleared."

"Got it. I'll have a few people up there in a second. And don't worry if some of them try to escape through the stairs. I got all your bases covered."

"Thanks a lot. Call you after we clear up this floor," David said as he hung up the phone, and the doors opened. He quickly rushed out before his brother could look, as he opened fire at the first Bloodhound thug, by blowing a portion of his head off.

Randy followed as he squeezed the trigger to his submachine gun, riddling four thugs with bullets, mortally wounding them. As the four each coughed up blood, he brought out the Colt Anaconda, quickly putting a bullet in each of their heads, ending their lives in a instant. "Make it easy on you and me!" He shouted. "Give up!"

David drew out his Automag, dropping a female Bloodhound by putting two rounds in her breasts, and a few more in another thug trying to take aim at him. Soon as the man's face took the forty-four caliber bullets to the groin, stomach and neck, the heavy caliber pistol was empty as David quickly holstered it, followed by grabbing a wounded thug, and used him for a human shield, while bringing out the shotgun.

"Bastard! Let go of me!" The gangster cried out, struggling to get out of David's grasp.

"Shut it," David seethed as he smacked him against the side of his head with the shotgun. "Randy! You alright?"

"So far, so good!" Randy called out, as he nearly took a bullet. The round sank into the wall, as he saw who it was and, fired off two rounds from his Anaconda revolver. The thug felt his life slipping away as both bullets drilled in his upper torso. The man fell with both wounds looking like the size of a half dollar coin on to the ground, bleeding on the hardwood floor, making burbling sounds. Randy stepped over the dying body, as he spotted another trying to escape.

The thug pushed a dead body off of him as Randy continued pumping rounds into each of them. The Bloodhound recruit looked behind and instantly, took a slug in the shoulder. The adrenaline in his body was pumping at high amounts, while he picked himself up from the ground, and hurried towards the staircase. Breathing heavily, he walked down the stairs, hearing the echoes of screaming, followed with multiple gun blasts. He got towards the first floor, and turned his head only to see several suited guys pointing guns at him.

Alan stepped out and stared at him, grinning. "You look a little lost."

Before the poor guy would do anything, Alan, and his boys brought up their guns, pointing at the Bloodhound thug and opened fire. The thug's body was ripped apart by the heavy impact of gunfire, as he fell, already dead before touching the floor.

Alan stared at the body and looked at two of his subordinates. He didn't even need to tell them what to do. They already knew what exactly what to do as they walked towards stairs.

Back up on the second floor, the two brothers were done. Few minutes ago there was a crowd, now there was a heap of either the dead, or the dying. David ran out of shells for the shotgun as he set it on the ground, and drew out the AK-47. He still had a couple of mags left for both pistols, but zilch for the assault rifle. David squared his shoulders as his older brother, walked up to him.

Randy was out of bullets for the Colt Barracuda and the MP5K. He discarded both guns, and looked around for anything. Nothing good was around as Randy looked at the USP and the Anaconda revolver, and nodded. Better than nothing I guess, he thought as he pocketed both guns. "Come on, let's head to the next floor."

David nodded as they walked towards the elevator, pulling out his cell phone. He dialed Alan's number and waited after two rings. "Third floor is cleared."

"You sure David? You had one run away from you guys." Alan answered back.

"I didn't leave any..." David's eyes shot a glare at Randy as they went inside the elevator. "I think I know who let him run away."

"Don't sweat it, I needed an excuse to fire off this gun." Alan said reaching for a E-Cola in a shot up vending machine. "I'll have someone guard that floor. Keep up the good work."

"You too. I'll be in touch." David said before hanging up. He pushed the button for the next floor, and leaned against the wall closing his eyes, taking deep breaths.

Randy took notice, and nudged him. "You alright?"

"Yeah...just want to finish this shit up."

"What for? Got a date your girl?"

"No, besides, my girl looks a lot more cute than yours," David answered with a chuckle.

"Man, please. My girl is way more attractive than the girl you're with now or the one you lost your virginity to. Cathy can make drinks, cook, and a whole lot of fun in the sack." Randy answered back.

"Oh yeah, cooking? By, sticking a small tray of mozzarella sticks from the freezer and heating them up? Top notch chef you got there Randy. Real exquisite." David retorted. "And let's not even go there when it comes to virginity."

"Oh, and why's that smartass?"

"Because, when I lost mine, at least I didn't have to pay for it." David said, opening his eyes and grinned.

Randy stared at him stunned, followed by stuttering at the words he tried to say in his defense."I told you already goddamnit, she gave me a discount! Shut it!"

David laughed even harder, while Randy, shoved him. He crossed his arms and looked away upset, and embarrassed. The elevator came to a slow stop, as the doors began to open. David's laugh quickly morphed into a serious grim look, as he brought up his AK-47 up and aimed. There was nobody around, causing David to look slightly surprised. It wasn't the first time that this happened to David, but it was different to Randy.

"I smell a set up." Randy whispered.

"Might be right. Stay alert bro." David whispered back. The entire area looked sterile as there was eggshell white carpet, matching the walls. There was a faint breeze from the air conditioner near the window that was shut. It was also odd because the the floor they left was still playing music, but they couldn't hear it on the fourth floor at all. The entire floor must have been custom-made to be soundproof,and sealed shut from anything and/or anyone...clever, David wondered.

"Check the rooms. And try not to make any noise," Randy said as he slowly drew out his USP.

"Got it," David answered, as he approached the door. He slowly turned the knob, and opened. Inside the room was a bit of a surprise as he saw that the entire room contained a large drug lab. There were vials, small clear packets, chemicals, glass bottles, Bunsen burners, and a bunch of cleaning products. The room felt stuffy as he saw that the windows were completely shut, and the air conditioner was on low. He looked at what kind of drugs they had, and stared at several light blue packs, the size of an envelope and a cursive letter 'I' stamped on each one.

"Ice...these guys were distributing meth." David said as he glanced and saw a bottle of painkillers. Grabbing the small plastic bottle of Zaibatsu Pain-Away, he opened it, and saw three pills. Might come in handy, David wondered as he pocketed the bottle. He then walked around and saw more bottles, each with a label. He skimmed through each an, every one of them, and saw that they had mostly Quaalude, Valium, Oxycontin, and Ambien. Only thing that was heavy was the meth. Jeez. Mostly downers...the kind that bored, lonely, housewives take, David thought. He turned around and also swiped a small stack of ten dollar bills of a bottle of Valium, as he exited out of the lab. He saw his brother step out of one room, scratching his head in confusion.

"This doesn't make any fucking sense." Randy said. "Where the hell is everyone?"

"I don't know," David answered, admitting it didn't make sense either, "This is probably one big storage area, for some of their drugs, and stuff. Speaking of stuff what did you find in the room you went in?"

"Nothing but a thirty-six inch TV, a couch, and a couple of DVD's. Nothing special. My question is why would they have their drugs and shit on this floor? It would be better to have it on the lower floor, you know?"

"I wouldn't know, ask Ian when we get a hold of his piddly ass." David replied. He walked away from his brother and headed towards the next room, which contained several stacks of cash, computer equipment, several more couches including a solid oak coffee table containing a Gamecast Box 1080 game console.

Underneath the the table were more computer equipment, as David looked through all of it, and exited. They got enough stolen electronics to run a business here...might make some money selling this stuff or give it to Paul, David thought as he exited out of the room, and saw his brother head to the elevator. He ran up to his brother while pulling out his cell phone, dialing up Alan's number.

Back on the bottom floor, Alan felt his phone vibrate as he was reaching for a Sprunk from a shot up vending machine. He ignored the phone as he reached for it and grabbed a strawberry Sprunk. He then pulled out the phone and answer. "How is it on floor number four?"

"Emptier than a Bobby Brown comeback concert," David said, while Randy heard and laughed for a bit. "Only thing we found in here was drugs, computer stuff, and cash."

"Storage area?" Alan asked while taking a sip of his drink.

"Probably, but we're going to the last floor. I'll let you know when I get him."

"Got it." Alan said, followed with hanging up.

David pressed the button for the last floor, and leaned against the wall. Randy did the same thing as the elevator went up slowly. The two of them didn't know what was going to happen in the next few seconds, but as long as they didn't kill Ian, and took care of everyone up there, then everything was going to be alright.

As the elevator slowed down, the two brothers both looked at each other, and quickly nodded. They didn't need to say what needed to be done. The doors opened, as the two ran out, guns at the ready, and aiming at the surprised crowd. Randy was the first as he pulled the trigger hard on his USP, pimping several bullets into a Bloodhound's gut. He then saw a female thug draw out a switchblade, lunging at him, but was instantly cut down by a loud burst of automatic gunfire, from David's AK.

A knife in a gunfight...bitch, please, David thought. Going down on one knee, he brought his gun up and pulled the trigger more, killing off several of them. He continued holding the trigger, letting more lead fly, One killing a thug instantly as his brain was turned into mush; entering and exiting through his head, splattering matter all over another guy, who screamed like he was a woman.

Randy heard the noise, and dropped him with his revolver. The powerful bullet, penetrated the screaming man's mouth, burning a hole through his lips, chopping several teeth off, severing a chunk of his tongue, and exiting out the back of his neck. The man fell to the floor, face first, twitching for a brief moment, and then stayed still.

Switching the fire selector to single fire, David got up from one knee, as he pointed the weapon, pulling the trigger several times. Making each shot count, sending each round into their heads, killing each and every one of them. He saw several of them laying on the ground dead, as he heard his brother yell out.

"I'm going to look for him!"

Before David could say anything, he felt a heavy blow against his chest, as he flew back hard against the ground. The wind was rushed right out of him, as he struggled to get up, finding the air that was forced out of his lungs. The second he could open his eyes, he was gazing at the barrel of a SPAS-12 shotgun, belonging to a Bloodhound who had an evil grin.

"Got your bitch ass." The thug said gravely, as he started to pump the shotgun.

The air was suddenly back in David's body, as his eyes stared at the weapon, followed by looking at the man holding it, as he mentally pictured at the options he was given. I can pull out my Beretta and put a few rounds in him...no, he's already got his finger on the trigger. Maybe I can kick him,and cause him to trip...no, the shock will probably cause him to pull the trigger and half my head goes missing...wait...I might have an idea...risky as fuck, but its better than losing a head!

Time slowed down as David inhaled sharply. He lashed out his right hand, grabbing the shotgun, by the barrel and jerking it to the side. Just as he predicted, the moment the thug pulled the trigger, blowing a a hole in the wall, several inches away from David. David screamed as the loud blast rang loudly in his ear. Gritting his teeth from the sound, and nearly going deaf, he send a swift, yet hard kick directly into the thug's groin. The man shrieked loudly as he dropped the shotgun, and felt something metallic shoved in his mouth.

David's Beretta.

"Now, I got your ass, bitch." David proclaimed with a grin, as he pulled the trigger once, and ending his days of being a Bloodhound gang member. Once he was on the ground, David grabbed the shotgun, and checked the vest. "God, this is gonna show a bruise," he said aloud.

The plating was bent heavily, and the Kevlar was shredded pretty bad. He was fucking lucky to even survive. "Did you find him yet!" David yelled out, taking off the vest, and throwing it to the ground. He continued looking for his brother, peeking through every room till he saw one, that almost took his face out from a bullet.

"No one invited you bastards!" One woman cried out, taking potshots from a Colt Ladysmith revolver. "Get the fuck out!"

David stayed in cover till he heard several clicks on the gun, and appeared from cover. Bringing his Beretta, he put three bullets in her chest, sending her naked body twirling to the ground, dead with her eyes open. He then notice an obese black guy who's pants were around his ankles, waddling to the fire escape. He panicked as he tried to pull up his pants, along with pulling out a gun from one of the pockets.

"Goddamnit, where I put the damn thing?" The chubby thug cried out as he saw David look at him, only to be more scared.

Holstering his Beretta, David looked at him and, didn't know either to laugh now or later, but it didn't stop him from pointing the shotgun at him. He aimed right at him and watched the guy, take a step back, tripping over a glass bottle, and falling off the rail to his death. He heard a short scream followed with a crunch and a thud, as David ran out to see the man laying on his back, dead with his eyes open.

"Thanks for saving me a shell," David muttered, running back inside, and continued to the task at hand.

Randy was out of bullets for his revolver, and was down to his last clip for his USP, as he laid waste to a thug trying to run away from him. The hollow tipped bullets dug deep into the gangster's back, exiting out of his chest. The thug staggered against the wall, smearing it with his own blood and turned around, revealing an Uzi as he tried to point it at Randy.

"Too slow," Randy quipped as he pulled the trigger several times to his pistol. The round tore a small chunk of his head, while the rest did it's worst against the poorly armored thug's chest, ripping into meat, and ruining his lungs, and heart. He noticed another, running to the elevator, and shot him in the ass.

The Bloodhound cried out as he yelled obscenities, and was quickly silenced by a bullet to his head, spilling his brains against the elevator door. He was out of bullets for the pistol, as he leaned down, picking up the Uzi, and heading to one room that wasn't opened. He wasn't able to kill the few that escaped down the stairs, but hearing them scream in horror as gunfire consumed them, was good enough for him.

Turning on the doorknob, the door wouldn't open. Randy then decide to take a step back and shoot at the doorknob several times, and kick the door down. Stepping inside, his eyes looked around for Ian, as he noticed a man and a woman, hiding behind a baby grand piano, peeking out to see if the coast is clear. The room smelled of french vanilla as there was a large desk, complete with a computer, leather chair, printer, and telephone on it. There was a large window, showing a decent sized view of the red light district, as well as a small potted plant standing on top of a small air conditioning unit.

Randy stepped inside pointing the Uzi at them. As he got closer, he recognized that it was Ian, and smirked. "You are so in for it."

Ian had on a red leather jacket, with a white t-shirt, and black jeans. The woman next to him wore a nothing but a red bra showing off the rose tattoo on her arm. She had on a skirt as well as panty hose, and a pair of black stilettos. The two of them had a terrified look on their faces; mostly Ian as he looked like he was ready to piss on himself.

Ian stared at him, as one hand inched towards the gun his pocket, only for Randy to fire off a few bullets a the ground near him, causing the man to scream. "Don't hurt me!"

"Shut it. Now, stand up, and hands where I can see them." Randy ordered as he pointed the Uzi at the two. "Where is it?"

David jogged inside and saw his brother handling things inside the room, and walked inside, pointing the shotgun at them.

"Where is it?" Randy shouted, repeating himself.

"Where's what?"

"The deed to this place. You took something from me, and on top of that you trashed my club up, after I had treated you people well the other day!"

"Well, I bought it fair and square!" Ian yelled back.

"Let's not forget, one of your girls was shot and is in the hospital." David butted in.

"Oh yeah, your right. Where was she shot again?"

"Her behind and stomach."

"Thanks," Randy grinned as he aimed the weapon at the woman, and pulled the trigger, letting off a burst of gunfire into her torso. She let out a short scream, as she was shot, followed by dropping onto the carpet, laying completely still, while Ian was screaming like a little girl. "I guess that makes us even."

"Why did you do that for?" Ian cried out only to have the butt of the shotgun struck against his stomach, causing him to double over in pain. "She didn't do anything!"

"She looked at me funny," Randy quipped. "Now, where is it?"

"Why should I tell you?" Ian complained.

Losing his nerve, Randy grabbed Ian by the throat, and threw him against a wall. The sound of the wall made a crack, as Ian broke his nose upon impact. "Cause if you don't give me what I want, you're going to joining that dead bitch on the ground! Now give me the goddamn deed. Now!"

David was stunned as to seeing this side of Randy as he waked up to him. "Hey, man come on. We can look for it ourselves. Besides, he ain't going anywhere. He's scared."

Randy continued glaring at Ian. "Fuck that, I say he fetches us the deed, and then we take him out for a ride. Matter of fact, I oughta give this sum-bitch a third nostril! How about that Ian. You want to see what happens when I don't get what I fucking want! Don't fuck with me!"

"Randy, chil the fu..."

Before the younger brother could even finish, Randy took the Anaconda revolver and pointed it at David. He still kept the Uzi pointed at Ian as he squealed. "Don't fuck with me either! You want this? Cause I'll bust your ass too!"

David stared shocked and damn near horrified. His big brother was actually going to blast him away! His eyes were wide as he stared at the intensity, and anger in Randy's face, until he saw Randy turn his head, and wink at him twice. It was a sign of 'I'm only scaring him. So play along'. Staying in character, David shook his head at Randy. "So sad, nice meeting you Ian." He then walked away standing outside in the hallway and yelled back. "But I'll tell you this, you splatter his ass, he's no good to us!"

Randy turned his head, looking at Ian. "Now unless, I have you hang you upside from the height we're at, and threaten to drop you, I suggest you tell me where that deed is. I'm not going to ask you again."

Breaking down, Ian gave in. "Alright, alright! It's in the desk, night by the bottle of painkillers. Its a yellow sheet of paper. It's all yours, just don't hurt me!"

"It better be there, and you had better not have signed it;" Randy warned as he went into the desk, and noticed the paper first. Pulling it out, he skimmed it through, and didn't see one signature of Ian's. "Good. Come on, let's go." Randy said folding the piece of paper, and grabbing Ian up from the ground.

"You got what you wanted, just let me live and go away!" Ian shouted.

"Yeah, I got what I wanted, but a certain fellow thinks otherwise. Now move it." Randy said pushing him in front. "Don't do anything stupid, understand me?"

The two stepped outside, and Ian stared at the mess in the hallway. Ian's mouth was open as he slowly walked past David, who was leaning against the wall, that didn't have blood or somebody's brain smudged on it. David stepped over a dead body, as the three headed towards the elevator. Ian looked at the dead body that was near it. Before he could ask, Randy answered.

"He was slow close to making it."

"So close, yet so far." David added in.

"Tell me about it!"

The brothers laughed, as they walked inside. Ian on the other hand, looked like he was going to drop his fudge, as he stared straight into his own reflection through the steel door as it closed. Ian leaned to press the button for them to head to the lobby, only for Randy to backhand him hard, causing Ian to fall at David, who in turn, slapped him as well.

"Who the fuck said you could!" Randy yelled.

Ian stumbled through his words as he looked at the two. "I-I-I just th-t-thought that..."

"Who told you to think jackass? Keep your fucking hands where we can see them, and move when we tell you to!" David interjected, as he went and pressed the button for the lobby. The elevator stared to sink down slowly, towards it's destined floor. David wanted to smile at the way his brother handled it back up there. It was good seeing the way Randy would handle people back in the day; granted there wasn't wrong with showing some diplomacy, but in his brother's case, Randy did it during the wrong moment at the wrong time. Hopefully, he would get to see it again when it came to taking on Luis.

The elevator came to a slow stop, followed with the doors opening. Alan's crew pointed their weapons out of reaction, but didn't fire. They nodded at David and Randy, as they lowered their weapons, while Ian was pushed by David to move forward. Doing so, he walked, and looked at each of the suited thugs, and then at the two brothers.

"Who the hell do two work for? FIB?"

Alan walked from the vending machine, drinking a soda. He stared at the rat bastard and smiled. "You wish." He stared at Ian's dumbfounded stare as he walked up to him, and slowly sipped on his soda. "Remember me Ian? Sure you do. You left me to die back out in Las Venturas during that heist! I had the Leone family on my ass, cause you told them what exactly was going on, and they got the drop on us! You want to know how many of my boys I lost?"

Ian stared, unable to answer.

"Twelve. I lost good people out there. Each of them couldn't even have a fucking funeral, and why? Cause from what I was told, their heads were decapitated, along with bodies are buried in the motherfucking desert, so who knows where they are! On top of that, you acted like nothing happened, lied to the boss, saying I died, walked away, and went to work for the Bloodhounds, thinking everything was all safe. You fucking traitor!"

Alan shouted and, threw the half empty soda at Ian's face, followed with socking him several times, in the face. Ian cried out in pain, falling down on the ground, as Alan grabbed his collar, keeping him still, and continued his barrage against Ian's face, knocking out one of his teeth loose, followed with giving him a black eye. Some of Alan's crew had to pull him away, telling him to calm down, and to take it easy.

The two brothers stared at Ian, and at Alan's rage. They both knew Ian was a traitor, but after what Alan said, it made Ian look like a low down dirty snitch. A soon to be dead one. Ian laid on the ground, whimpering, and close to crying, as he slowly got up.

"Alright guys, I'm fine. Pick this sack of shit up." Alan ordered. A few of the guys nodded without hesitation, and helped Ian up to his feet. Getting right in his face, he spoke laconically to Ian. "We're going for a little trip."

"Where?"

"Don't worry about where. Just worry about what's going to happen." Alan said as he snapped his fingers twice, and pointed to the trunk of the car that Randy and David drove in.

Ian turned his head and looked at the brothers, pleading for help. "Don't put me in there! I'm claustrophobic! I get sick easily!"

"Not our problem." David spat. As they walked outside, David headed towards the car, and pressed the button for the trunk to open. Soon as the trunk opened, Randy opened it up more, as they tossed Ian inside.

"No! Please! You can't do this!"

"We just did. Now watch your head." Randy quipped, as he shut the trunk shut. He then saw Alan walk up to them smiling. "Paul is going to love this. He might give you guys a bonus for what you guys did. Saved us the trouble."

"Anything to put a smile on the man's face is good for us." David said, stretching his arms, followed with putting the shotgun in the backseat. "We'll drive our little cargo, to the compound."

"What about the bodies we left there? Not to mention the drugs and the cash we found?" Randy wondered as he opened the passenger side door, ready to get in.

"I'll have my guys take a look and take some for Paul. Put it as a tribute in you and David's name." Alan smiled. "Just make sure, the prick in the trunk is alive on the way there. If any Bloodhound crone even tries to come down here, we'll put them in their place."

"Thanks for the assist Alan. Call you if anything comes up." David said getting inside, and starting the car. The two closed the door, as David threw the car into drive and stepped on the pedal. "Well, now you got your deed to the place. How do you feel?"

"Great! I can upgrade the place up, and turn that in to a little gold mine." Randy said grinning with self-assurance. "Of course after we clean the blood, brains, and dead bodies around."

"Of course," David chuckled. "But what about the other place you had? You still going to keep that as a strip club?"

Well, while we were taking care of those guys back at the hotel, I was thinking," Randy said getting serious.

"Oh Lord," David said shaking his head. "I think I know where this is going."

"Let me finish," Randy said getting defensive. "I was going to say maybe I could knock out one of the walls to a large room, or turn the lobby, into the strip club, and the other four floors, that could be for other 'services'."

Seeing that it was an ok idea, David nodded. "Alright, and as for the other place to which you own?"

"Well, as it saddens me to let it go, I was going to say, that you can have it." Randy looked at his brother with a smile.

David couldn't believe it, his older brother, was handing him the the place. He was so stunned that he was veering towards the wrong side of the road.

"Umm bro? Eyes up front?"

"Ah, shit!" David yelled as he jerked the steering wheel. The tires screeched on the afternoon street, as several cars blared their horns. David got back on track as he drove back on the right side of the road. "Look, I'm totally honored that you would give me the place, But I wouldn't know what to do. I took classes to be a accountant!"

"So just put it into something legit, do the accounting, and there you go," Randy said. Putting his mind to work, he started to think for a bit, but couldn't cause of the screaming, and crying Ian was making in the trunk. "I am so close to shutting that fucker up!"

"You wanna pull to the side and gag him?"

"Just what I was thinking. Park over there across the restaurant," Randy said pointing to a parking spot across from a Cuban restaurant called, Border Hoppers. "I'll handle it." he said as the Idaho made it. He then unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out. Soon as he got behind the trunk, David popped it open.

Ian kicked it open, screeching like a banshee out of hell. "HELP ME! THIS GUY IS TRYING TO KILL ME! SOMEBODY PLEASE! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME YOU..."

Randy punched him hard in his mouth. He then ripped a large portion of Ian's shirt and tied it around Ian's mouth. Mocking his pleas, along with pointing and laughing at him, he slammed the trunk down. Several people looked at what took place for a moment til Randy gave them a icy stare. This caused them to go back to their business in a hurry.

David saw his older brother get inside the car, and close the door. "Everything is alright?"

"So far, yup." Randy answered rolling the windows down.

David started the car, while Randy shifted his eyes at the restaurant and smiled. The car started driving off. Randy was already started to doze off as David turned on the radio, wanting to listen to something other than Ian crying. Fumbling with the radio to get a good reception, he found one as the song 'Ghetto Vet' by Ice Cube was halfway over. He remembered looking at the restaurant and, thought about it. Hmm...maybe I can have the entire place freshened up...throw in some nice leather chairs, some mood music...nice service...

"That's it!"

David's breakthrough, woke Randy from his three minute nap, as he eyes flung open. "What? What's going on? What's 'it'"

"I know what I can do to make that place you gave me look a bit better!" David said smiling.

"Turn it into a nightclub?" Randy suggested.

"No. I turn it into an authentic Italian restaurant!" David grinned, making a turn.

"David, there's already Al Dente here. On top of that, you're going to have a restaurant in an area with sluts, pimps, stick up kids, and many of the other sort." Randy said, showing David the disturbances to the plan. "I say nightclub."

"Why not turn part of your hotel a nightclub? Knock out all the walls on one floor, and boom, there you go; plenty of room for people to shake their asses. Just like you said before." David suggested.

"Fine. Turn it to a nice little restaurant. How are you going to hire cooks, busboys, and waitresses? And don't even say from me, cause none of the girls I got in my stable know how to cook. Except Cathy, and I'm still having her serve drinks at my place." Randy crossed his arms.

"Well I'll just hire some help. I'll have it it top shape before you know it." David smirked.

"And just how are you going to get the money to do all of this?"

Rolling his eyes, David answered, "Job here, job there. I still got those little small jobs, or race over at the Speedway, and collecting my cash from Tommy." David showing that his plans were underway. "And think about it, we can secure some of our ill gotten cash at my place cause it would be a legitimate place of business. Only thing is, what do I even name the place?"

"DePalma's?"

"Nope. What about naming it after mom?" Randy shrugged.

The name alone sounded good to David as he smiled. "You know, you can be a genius sometimes! That sounds perfect! We can call it 'Rosa's'."

"So does that mean I get a get a discount on the food?" Randy asked jokingly.

"Hmm...sure, why not." David laughed.

The two shared a laugh, while Ian continued crying in the trunk, demanding to be free. The drive was a short one as David pulled up towards the gates of Paul's estate. Driving inside, and parking the car out in front of the lot. Randy got out, heading to the trunk once again, while David popped the trunk. The moment, the trunk opened, Randy fell back, landing on the ground, as Ian got up shouting and screaming.

"For fucks sake,help me!" Ian shouted as he got out of the trunk. "Someone's bout to kill me!" He made a beeline towards the gate only to hear a loud boom, followed with feeling a heavy thug against his leg, then lightness, as he sprawled towards the ground.

Paul stood from the garage, holding tightly onto the walnut colored grip of a Taurus Raging Bull .454 Casull revolver. Holstering the heavy, powerful weapon, he walked towards Ian who had a smoking hole in the back of his leg, which destroyed most of Ian's kneecap. He raised his hand, signaling everyone not to do anything.

Ian screamed at the top of his lungs. The pain was on a different level of pain, as he tried to crawl. Panting heavily, he turned over, and looked at a man standing above him, as if he was God himself, ready to pass judgment.

"Did you really think you could get away from me?"

Ian's cries died down, as he stared in sheer horror of who's voice that was. "Paul? That can't be you...it can't be!"

"Were you expecting somebody else?" Paul said as he turned and pointed to three people to come over. "You betrayed my crew, put a good friend of mine in danger for days, and lied to me. Directly to my face."

"Look, please, we can make a deal here! Ahhh, God!" Ian grimaced in agony from the bullet wound. "I'll-I'll do anything you want! It was an accident! I swear it was! I won't do it again! Please!"

"Oh, I know you won't," Paul expressed with a modest smile. "I know you won't do it again. At all." He turned to the three people he called for, as they waited patiently for orders. "Take him over to the shed, treat the wound as best as you can...then kick the living dog shit out of him. And once your done, treat him again, till I come in and deal with him," Paul then turned and stared straight at Ian with a grim, pissed off glare. "I want this fucker to know the price for destroying my trust. And betraying a Forelli."

Ian's eyes were going wide and wild, as he struggled to get away from the three suited thugs. "Get away! No! NO! LET ME GO! GAHHHHH! Please! Don't do this to me! Paul..no! No! Nooooooo!" Ian was picked up as he cried out in long sobs, begging for his life. As they carried him to the shed, he turned his head staring at David and Randy. "You! YOU! Help me. I'll make it worth your while! Tell these guys to let me go! I-I-I'm begging you here! Please? PLEASE!"

"No thanks, I got what I wanted from you already!" Randy shouted as he waved goodbye to him.

Ian struggled and screamed as the shed door was closed. His cries were then cut short by a series of punches and kicks. Paul sighed as he walked over towards the brothers, handing each of them a envelope containing ten-thousand dollars each.

"I actually thought we would never get that guy...and as luck would have it...there he was, hiding like a rat." Paul said shaking David's hand.

"It was a pleasure to help you bring that guy in," Randy said, having his hand shaken by Paul.

"Whatever he had at the place, it's yours. And whatever crew that he was with, I'll see to it they get theirs as well."

"Actually, Paul, we did find a small cache of cash, drugs, and computer equipment. We figured we could give it to you as a tribute." David said smiling generously.

Paul smiled. "Very nice. I really it appreciate it boys. Listen, Randy I'm going to need you to handle Ian once everything is done."

"How so?"

"Dispose the car, with him along in it."

David nodded. "Consider it done sir."

"Good. Between me you two, I wish my son can learn a thing or two, from you boys. Always fucking everything up, and acting like it's not his fault. I mean yeah, he's my son. My only son on top of that, but with his little Triad situation, it's getting a little out of hand."

"Sorry that you're going through it Paul." Randy apologized.

"It's alright. Get yourself something to ear in the meantime. This will take a while." Paul headed towards the shed, grabbing a baseball bat, and a small hammer from a small bench.

Randy stared at Paul as he opened the shed, and closing it behind him. "What was he talking about, when he said Johnny can learn a thing or two from us?"

David looked around making sure nobody heard from earshot. "Johnny can't follow orders. Simple ones at that. Makes me wonder why even have the guy in the crime family."

"Cause that's his son, if you didn't hear him the first time. I mean the shit I've been doing for him, and how he acts, is getting to me. Frankly I'm surprised I haven't shot him."

"You wouldn't be able to anyway. Made man remember?" Randy said reminding him.

"Yeah, yeah. Still, keep your eye on that guy. Shady as all hell. You know he ditched me during one job?"

This surprised Randy as he stared at his little brother pissed. "WHAT?"

"Keep your voice down." David hissed. "I made it out alright as you can see. Cops, N.O.O.S.E., FIB agents...I can handle it."

Raising an eyebrow, Randy said, "What kind of shit were you pulling with Johnny?"

"The kind I'll tell you all about later...or when you learn not to make yourself noticeable when you yell." David rolled his eyes as he heard his cell phone ring. Pulling it out from his pocket, he saw the name of who was calling and scoffed. "Speak of the fucking devil." Pressing the button to start his call, David answered. "Yeah?"

"It's Lilly. How are you?"

Surprised that he would hear from her, David answered. "I'm doing alright. Just finished up on something. How are you? Matter of fact, how are you calling me from Johnny's phone?"

"He's in the bathroom. Taking a long damn time. But don't worry, I'll delete it, and make it look like I didn't call you. I'm at the Starlight Lounge though, and I was wondering if you wanted to see me perform."

"With Johnny there?" David wondered, warning her.

"Jesus, David, I'm only going to sing on stage, not straddle you and dry-hump you in front of Johnny." Lilly laughed. "Then again with what, I'm wearing, I could cum pretty quick..."

"Stop that!" David said as his face was turning red, causing his brother to wonder who was on the other line.

"Who's that? And why is your face red?"

"Shut it Randy," David asked as he pushed Randy away. "Alright, I'll come over there, I'm going to bring my brother a long, and someone else, that you should meet."

"Oh? Well, great. I perform in two hours, so get here soon. Hope to see you here hon. Bye." Lilly blew a kiss on the phone, followed by hanging up. She then messed around with the phone, deleting the call log, and placing the phone back on the table. She then went to drink her Mimosa, happy that David was coming over, and giggled.

"What's so funny?" Johnny asked standing behind her.

Startled, Lilly turned around and saw Johnny drinking. "Oh, just a funny little joke I heard someone say." She lied.

Johnny rolled his eyes, not wanting to argue about it, as he went to sit down at the table. "When are you going to start? I got shit to do."

"Would it kill you just to spend a little bit of time and watch me perform like you used to?" Lilly asked, shaking her head at how Johnny was acting.

"Like I said; I got shit to do. Shit, tell the guy that you're ready to perform." Johnny said without hesitation.

Exhaling a disappointed sigh, Lilly got up. "Such a fuckin' brat." she mumbled as she started walking, only to feel something grab a hold of her arm. Being pulled back, she turned and saw it Johnny, who gave her a quick slap against her face. The mark didn't show, but it stung on her face as he gripped her arm tightly. No one really paid any attention to them, and even if they bothered, they would've been fucking with a man, who didn't have the time for anyone's bullshit.

"The fuck did you just call me?" Johnny hissed.

"Let go of my arm Johnny." Lilly said in a firm, demanding tone, not wanting to bring any attention to around her. "Don't you ever put your hands on me."

Johnny didn't even listen to her, as he stared her down, continuing to grip her arm even tighter. "I asked you a goddamn question."

"And I told you to never put your hands on me like. So let go of me...right now."

Johnny released her, as she took a few steps back. A small portion of Lilly's arm had a visible red mark. It would go away in a little while but with the dress she had on, not to mention her skin complexion, it would would stick out like a sore thumb. He looked at her huffily, as he stormed out of her sight and headed towards the bar.

Humiliated, Lilly walked away slowly as she went backstage, holding onto her drink. She noticed her hands slightly trembling, as she slipped slowly. She couldn't finished her drink as she sat down on a wooden chair backstage sulking. She couldn't wait till David was heading over. At least her night would be a little better.

David paid off a worker at a landfill near the docks to have the car crushed, and scrapped. The worker didn't even bother to ask what was in it, as he counted his two hundred dollars in tens. No one would miss Ian, let alone where he was as his battered and broken body was in the trunk, which was now being crushed and cubed.

"Who was that on the phone man?" Randy pestered.

"I told you, none of your business, loudmouth!" David said getting annoyed. "All I'm asking is if you come with me alright?"

"Not if you tell me."

"Lilly, alright?" David said rolling his eyes as the cabbie stopped at the apartment. "Pay the man."

"Why do I have to?"

Cause I paid the worker to do his job and not ask questions."

"Whatever," Randy grumbled paying the cabbie and exiting out of the cab. "Why do you want me to come with you anyway? And who's the person that you said is coming with us?"

The two got towards the elevator as Randy pressed the button for David's floor. David looked at him and smiled. "When was the last time we took mom out?"

Randy's eyes flashed wide when he heard who else was coming along. "Why are you taking mom out on the town for?"

"Why not? You afraid she's going to beat your ass for throwing her in that place?" David laughed soon as the doors opened.

"No! Well, maybe, but still why don't we hang out with each other. Just us two brothers!" Randy said laughing out of fear of his mother.

"We'll hang out as a family. It's the right thing to do. Put yourself in mom's shoes. How would you feel if I didn't take you out at all and left you someplace, that made you feel miserable as shit?"

"I'd be fuckin' ecstatic!" Randy shouted, not giving much thought in David's question to him.

"Whatever, we're picking her up, and that's that."

"Please don't invite mom...she's going to embarrass us!"

"Shut up! She won't I promise." David said smiling. "And if she does, well...it could be worse. Like the time, she showed up on your date with that French girl, and yelled at you for not doing your chores. And paddled your ass for talking back to her in the store." David smile grew bigger as he broke into laughter, opening the door to his place.

"Fine, go ahead and invite her. I don't have to enjoy it." Randy huffed, crossing his arms as he stepped in and sat down.

David took off his clothes soon as he stepped in the bathroom. He cringed as he felt and noticed the large welt across his stomach, due to the heavy impact of the shotgun, and the bending of the metal plating. He set the phone on speaker, while turning on the water, and taking his clothes off. He heard the phone ring for a few moments, and heard a male voice come on the line.

"Heavenly Meadows, how can I help you?"

"Rosa DePalma please," David asked as he stepped inside the shower. The placed him on hold for a minute while David washed the dirt and grime from what happened today.. The warm water was beating against the bruise, causing him to grit his teeth at how painful it was. He then remember he had the painkillers that he had in a bottle in his pocket.

"Hello?" Rosa answered.

"Hey mom, how are you doing?" David answered cheerfully.

"David! So good to hear from you. How is everything?" Rosa asked, happy to hear her youngest son's voice.

"So far, so good. Just finished with work." David answered. Applying shampoo in his hair, he popped the question. "Hey, mom, Randy and I would be happy if you could come spend time with us."

Hearing David's request, made her smile brightly. "David, I would love that a lot. But you do realize that visiting hours are almost over. By the time you get here, I'll only be there to see you for a few minutes."

"Who says we'll gonna hang out there? We're taking you out on the town tonight mom." David declared as he rinsed the soap, and shampoo off of him.

"Oh? And where exactly are you two boys treating me out to?" Rosa wondered, as she sipped on a cup of water slowly.

"Well, we're going to the Starlight Lounge. There's somebody I'd like for you to meet."

"A performance, or a woman?" Rosa asked.

"Little bit of both," David said, turning the shower off, and grabbing a towel from off the rack. "Her name is Lilly. She's a singer."

"Well, that's nice David. I take it that you two are dating?" Rosa smirked.

"Technically...sorta. It's hard to say ma."

"The hell do you mean 'hard to say'? It's a yes or no question." Rosa said, drinking her water again.

"That's the thing. It's yes and no. I'll explain it once we get there mom. We should be there in a few minutes. Just have to get dressed." David explained, drying himself off and wrapping the towel around him. He then went into his pockets for the painkillers, opening the bottle for two and crunched on them.

"Alright, I'll see you boys soon. Talk to you then hon. Bye-bye."

"Bye mom." David said as he hung up the phone, and stepped out of the bathroom while holding onto the clothes he wore. He saw his older brother staring at him, with a grumpy look, that David couldn't help but laugh. "Get ready bro. We're taking mom out."

"I can't believe you man...damnit!" Randy said as he got up and headed to the bathroom, slamming the door.

"Aw, come on you big crybaby! It'll be fun! Have a drink or two, couple of laughs, you'll be ok." David yelled as Randy uttered out a frustrated groan. He opened his closet, and stared at the several outfits he had and smirked at his choices. "Well now. What to wear?".

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And there you have it folks, another chapter done. The bit where Randy draws his gun out on David and yells at him during the scuffle with Ian, was taken from a scene in Bad Boys. I felt like it was necessary to give Alan somewhat an insight to his past. Yeah Ian wasn't a big character in this, I felt like killing off a traitor like him and have an immense shootout with the Bloodhounds against David and Randy.

To Afro Spirit. Yes, the Bloodhounds are a take of the gang the Bloods, only much more reckless and no sense of direction or gain, other than being pests. Which is why they are small time.

Also it felt great that I made Randy start to man up a bit instead of being the opposite of the DePalma coin between him and his brother. For the moment. Granted, I might have it where he goes into it from time to time, but for now it was good having Randy interrogate Ian, and handle a bunch of thugs the way his younger brother wanted to. "Just like the old days" David said. :)

Yup, David is going to turn the old strip club into a restaurant, while Randy, turns the hotel into a nightclub/strip club/whorehouse. Figured David deserved the place, and have it rebuilt. Nice legit place. A safehouse if you ask me. The Gamecast Box 1080 game console, is a take on a number of consoles; Gamecube, Dreamcast, Xbox 360. Just saying that name alone was a tongue twister. Say it three times fast. Haha ;)

Yes Zaibatsu, is going to have a part in David's life. The only question is when and what will happen. Well I can't say, but I'll give you a hint. It involves with his past. That's all. :P

And yes, the brothers are taking their mom out (aww aren't they sweet haha), the question is, will it turn out well, or will it just end up as one of those crazy gun toting, bullet filled nights in Daytona City? Well you're gonna have to tune in to find out. Hope you guys enjoyed it! Read and reply, and have a great day! ^_^