Hey guys… Please don't hate me. Lol. I'm back AND I got a new apartment, so I have space to myself. There is no excuse for me being away besides me just being lazy and slightly busy. Haha. Anyway, here's the next chapter.

P.S. Please don't bust down my door and SODIMIZE me with a chainsaw… You know who you are.

Lamar laid on the ground face first with his arms covering his head after he dove to avoid the bullet hitting his back. The three loud shots he heard all whizzed right by his head and also didn't sound like it came from a pistol, which is what the mobsters were wielding. Nonetheless, the young thug covered his ears in a panic and shut his eyes.

"…The bag…" He heard a muffled voice. "… Bag… Money!" That's all he could make out until a familiar hand grabbed his to uncover his ears. "Grab the bag of money and lets get the fuck outta here, nigga!" Franklin yelled while firing at the remaining two mobsters who were taking cover behind their vehicles. Lamar shook his head as if shaking his fear away and sprung to his feet.

"The fuck am I doing?" Lamar asked no one in particular as he picked up the bag of money that he was supposed to trade for the drugs. "I ain't no fuckin' bitch, homie!" Lamar revealed own fully automatic pistol from his inside jacket pocket and emptied a clip in the directions of the Italians, taking out one in the process. "Yeah, Bitch!" He yelled finally getting his confidence back along with his normal antics.

"Lamar!" Niko yelled over the earpiece. "Get back to the cars! The last guy is calling for back up!" Niko made it clear that he wasn't a rookie when it came to dealing with these guys. "We probably have about 2 minutes until more show up, so lets get the hell out of here! Now!" Niko took control of the situation while he laid down covered fire the two Los Santos natives who where sprinting back to the cars with all the drugs and money.

"Oi, Niko. Mi cyan't get a shot pon deh las one." The Jamaican said while looking through the scope.

"Forget about him!" Niko jumped from his cover and got into the driver's seat of the Buffalo and fired up the lively v8. "Get to the bottom floor of the apartment. We're about to head over there!"

"Aye." Jacob began packing away the high-powered sniper rifle.

"Yo, Niko!" Franklin yelled as he was running. "Take these bags, homie!" Niko rolled his back windows down and the young driver threw two of the bags into his back seat. "Once we get Jacob from the building, I'mma take lead!" He yelled while he and Lamar jumped into the Coquette.

"Got it." Niko threw the car in reversed and sped through the alleyway until he made it to the street where he perfectly executed a J-Turn to head in the right direction.

"Look like this mothafucka can drive." Franklin said under his breath with a slight smirk performing the same maneuver to keep up.

A block away, Jacob was already heading toward the bottom of the building. "Say deh word when you pull up." He said over the earpiece.

"Okay, should be coming around the corner now." Niko hit the brake as he prepared for the next right-hander on the street where Jacob should be waiting. He heel-toe downshifted to second gear and turned the big sedan toward the apex of the corner. "Ugh. Heavy." He complained. Niko applied a bit of the throttle, the overwhelming torque from the v8 threw the rear end of the car out into a bit of oversteer. With a little counter steer and throttle control, he was able to keep the Buffalo going in the right direction. Niko looked up and saw the dread jogging toward the street from the building. He brought the muscle car to a stop and Jacob was about to quickly get into the passenger seat without losing too much time. "Nice timing."

"Yo, Niko!" Franklin said over the earpiece. Niko looked into his rearview mirror to see the silver Coquette going around the same corner he came from a lot less flashy. It's to be expected since that sports car is better tuned. "Lets move!"

"Alright." Niko planted his foot on the throttle and fell behind Franklin's car. "You've got lead."

"Keep up." Franklin put his foot down and his v8 roared as it propelled his faster down the street. The idea was to get from downtown where the deal was made to the dam of Tataviam Mountain where Lamar had a lock up for cars.

"Aye, homie." Lamar tapped Franklin and motioned behind them. The driver looked into his rearview and saw a dark green Sentinel pull behind Niko's Buffalo.

"Y'all got company, man." Franklin said over the earpiece while making another left, dodging traffic in the process with Niko right on him.

Michael was driving through the downtown area trying to figure out where to take his recently bearable wife for their anniversary dinner. He stopped at a red light so he took this opportunity to pull out his cell phone to make a phone call. "Why am I racking my brain when she'll just turn down my idea so she can go where she wants?" As he turned the music down, a very different sound filled his ears. "What the-" Michael heard the sound of at least two high powered cars before he saw, what looked to be Franklin's Coquette followed by an all black Buffalo jump the intersection he was stopped at. "Shit…" Michael said under his breath as the dark green Sentinel sped through the intersection next before he followed after them. "Hold on, bro. I'm coming."

Niko glanced behind him and noticed the red Obey 9F jump in line behind the Sentinel who had recently started hanging a gun out the passenger window shooting at the two cars. "Looks like someone else joined the party, Frank." Niko said as he turned down another one of Los Santos' busy streets. "I thought Liberty city's traffic sucked."

"Damn…" Franklin cursed under his breath after receiving the new information. "Alright, light these mothafuckas up, y'all."

"Aight." Lamar cocked his gun and leaned out the window only to see the Jamaican already returning fire on the Mob's car. "Shit, nigga wasted no time."

"Yo, get back in." Franklin warned after seeing something a little worrying. "We got a road block up ahead." Lamar and Jacob ducked back into their respective cars. There was a very small gap that Franklin was able to see. Lamar didn't like seeing his best friend when he gets in his trance like state where he almost becomes superhuman with is reaction time with cars.

"Y'all gonna wanna follow Frank very precise if you wanna make it out of this…" Lamar warned them over the earpiece. He once asked Franklin what happens when he gets like that and all he said was 'It feels like everything is in slo mo.' which Lamar quickly dismissed as the weed talking so he ignored it. He knew something was up though, cause it wasn't normal. The car jerked to the right, so Lamar assumed his friend just found the opening in tight roadblock. "Shit." He said realizing he couldn't see what Franklin was seeing. Not at that break neck speed, anyway. And just like that, they were on the other side of the roadblock without a single scratch of the car. Lamar sighed a breath of relief before looking behind to see the Buffalo slightly scratch one of the cars but make it through unharmed otherwise.

"Now's my chance." Michael put his foot down easily getting over 100mph to catch the Mob's Sentinel's quarter panel who was trying to imitate what just happened with the two cars in front of them. The middle aged man jerked the wheel left and sent the red 9F into the Mob's car performing a pit maneuver sending the green car spinning toward the roadblock before hitting an SUV and another mobster on foot using it as cover before bursting into a fiery explosion which took out the other two cars all after the red sports car made it through the small gap. "Holy shit!" He yelled out.

"What the fuck was that?" Franklin asked Lamar who was gawking at the entire thing.

"I think we got a friend, homie…" Lamar responded wide-eyed. As he said that, the Bluetooth screen in Franklin's car lit up from a phone call, which he answered immediately after seeing the caller id.

"Whatever happened to lying low?" Michael asked.

"Wasn't supposed to happen like this, dawg." Franklin gave Lamar a look, which just responded with a shrug. "The Buffalo behind us is friendly, aight?"

"Roger."

"Yo, Niko. Jacob. The red sports car behind y'all is friendly." Franklin said over the earpiece.

"Yeah, mon. We figure dat." Jacob responded.

"Aight. Well, we almost home free so just stay on me." Franklin exited off the expressway onto a dirt road. With no mobster's in sight, they sped down the unpaved road and eventually arrived at Lamar's lock-up. "Man, you have been busy, L."

"I told you, homie."

Franklin parked his car in the lock and the Buffalo and 9F pulled up next to his car. "I'll call my shop to get us new plates." He informed Niko and Jacob who were getting out of the car. "Until then, we should lay low, cool?"

"Sound good to me." Niko said.

"I'll wire y'all money in a bit." Lamar spoke up which earned him a nod from Niko. The 4 turned toward the red sports car, which had a well dressed, middle-aged man climbing out of it.

"I was actually expecting this from Trevor, bro." He said with a smirk. "Man… Amanda is gonna kill me." Michael said rubbing the back of his head with a sigh.

"Yeah. My bad." Franklin motioned toward the newcomer. "Jacob, this is my homie, Mike."

"Big up, big up."

"Nice to meet you?" Michael wasn't sure if that was a greeting or not.

"And this dude," Franklin motioned toward the European man. "This is Niko."

I haven't written anything in so long that I actually had to re read my entire store to remember what the hell I was talking about. Haha. If you're still reading this or following me, you have my thanks. If you're new to reading my bullshit, welcome! You know the deal. R&R!