MoneyTrees tapping in, I couldn't wait to push out the new chapters so here's the first six. Next weekend I'll replace the rest of the chapters. Let me know what you guys think of it so far, I appreciate the views, reviews, follows, and favorites. Until next time!

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Chapter 1: Sin City: Rock POV

Growing up in the east side of New York wasn't an easy venture. It seemed like the Grim Reaper himself always stayed within close proximity. Speaking of that my mother just died from cardiac arrest. Dad and my brother are the only ones left, Dad doesn't pay enough attention to know we're killers. My brother Mien Okajima, is a drug dealer with neighborhood Vice Lords. He sells heroin and coke to anybody who has the money. I'm worried about him though, since mom passed, he's been shaken up. I believe he's doing his first shot of heroin today. I saw him earlier today with a certain look in his eye. Said he wouldn't be coming out today, which for one wasn't like him. Dad works for the police force, I used to think it was ironic but the police force here is more crooked than what the actual thugs do. However, he's never home, he wasn't bringing in enough money. So, my brother introduced me to the game as well. Easy money and everybody had a hand in it. As long as we don't spend too much at one time our parents would find out we were good.

I'm in all black standing on this corner on a cold November day. I'm with a couple of Vice Lords my brother deals with. His typical crew, I never got down with them all the way but given as though my brother was well respected. Our situation was the same as most of them, so we all got along fine. We were talking amongst each other about the usual, money, drugs, and parties. Truthfully, I stuck out like a sore thumb, but it was the only thing that paid me, so I had no choice but to entertain it.

"Nah I have to give what I have left to a fiend later on tonight," I spoke, Jermaine nodded and handed off some coke to a customer discreetly. He put the money in his pocket and the customer kept walking like nothing happened.

"Well if you want part of the share you can get it," Jermaine said, I've been with these guys since I started to deal. They're older men of African American decent. They've been on the block longer than I have. They even gave me my first gun a Smith&Wesson stainless steel. I insisted I didn't need it, I'm not one for violence. Although it didn't take long for me to figure out that in the underworld it's cutthroat. I've seen some crazy things during my years here, the Vices weren't a favorite among the other gangs around the city. So I had to put myself aside and pick it up, ever since then I've been in a firefight or two. Thank God I haven't had to kill a man yet, but it's a killed or be killed world. Early on I didn't have the resolve to do it, though with me losing Mom I find myself slowly slipping to the wayside.

"How's Hotshot doing?" Jermaine asked, I shook my head his question snapping me out of my thoughts. He was asking about my brother, that's the nickname they had given him. I watched him as he shook hands with a customer passing off a vial and then stuffing the cash in his coat pocket. Jermaine was a good man, too many times has he looked out for me and my brother. He's the reason we even got the opportunity to be able to make the money we do.

"He's been better..." I said quietly, Jermaine took out a box of cigarettes. He pulled two out and handed one to me. I took it and received a light from him. I took a long drag and watched as I blew the smoke from my mouth.

"I heard about your mom Rock, sorry to hear that," Jermaine said as he took a drag, he sighed. "Shit is rough man, I know you feel like you have no one now..." I shrugged and took another drag.

"It's the hand I was dealt, yea it hurts. But I know she wouldn't want me moping about it." I said, Jermaine grinned and stuck his hand out. I gave him a handshake and a hug.

"Glad to see you still truckin' Rock," Jermaine said as he let go, I nodded to him and continued to smoke. We heard tires screech a couple of streets back. A few gunshots and some more tire screeching. It was like this at least twice a week, in the city everything is so close together. Territory constantly being fought over and people dying, it always got the most hectic in our neck of the woods.

"Somebody just emptied the clip on some unlucky bastards." The young guy Ox, just joined in on things. He's a year younger than me and just got in the gang, being under Jermaine.

"That sounded like it came from Vance Grove..." Jermaine spoke, he then shook his head. "None of our boys deal on that block," Jermaine said, a car then rounded the corner fast on our street. Jermaine and his guys took out their weapons. They hid them behind their coats or backs as the car sped up to us. I took out my Smith & Wesson from the back of my belt. A shot went off from our side and I looked beside me. I saw Ox with his Springfield pointed at the car. My eyes widened as the car came to a halt. "OX WHAT THE FUCK!" Jermaine yelled out, I saw three Uzis point at us. I immediately ducked and ran. Ox was filled with bullet holes as he hit the brick building. Jermaine didn't make it out unscathed either I looked behind me to see a bullet in his head lying on the sidewalk. The rest of his gang were scattering and returning fire. I ran down an alleyway and jumped a fence. I heard police sirens from Southeast Avenue where we were. I run to a street I know this girl from. If you thought my life was utter shit, you would think I was living like a king. She's from New York too, a Chinese American. She stays in Chinatown but has a street she stays on while on the run. She's fifteen, and has long plum-colored hair she wears down.

I broke into a walk and saw her in an alley on top of a dumpster. She was wrapping some bandages around her leg. She had her favorite Beretta by her side and held a bullet with her teeth. She saw me and didn't recognize me at first. She gave me a death glare and held up her Beretta and pointed it at me. I didn't even flinch and continued to walk toward her.

"Don't give me the wrong idea Revy," I said my expression blank, she smirked and lowered her weapon. I handed her the cigarette that was in my mouth. She took a long drag and jumped off the dumpster.

"Rock I haven't seen you in a while..." Revy said she wore a black muscle shirt and daisy dukes. She took another drag and handed the cigarette back to me.

"You still running from Foster care?" I asked, she scoffed and reloaded her weapon.

"Shit I lost those bastards a long time ago." She replied looking around the alley. I noticed a few bruises on her neck and face. "I just had to beat some fuckers who thought they were about to have a good time with me. They didn't know what kind of bitch they were dealing with." Revy said putting her mag back into her Beretta, she eyed me and grinned. "So dipshit what brings you to the west end of the city?" I took a drag and handed it back to her.

"My main crew just got shot down today over some bullshit," I informed her, I dug through my pockets and took out a wad of cash. I counted 2,500, I handed her 1,000. She looked at me dumbfounded.

"What you want me to blow you or something?" she asked, after everything that happened today I couldn't help but chuckle and shake my head. "I'll do it for free Rock, you know that." she gave me a light delicate kiss. You wouldn't think a girl like her would be able to give.

"No, it's just a gift and you deserve way better of a guy than me. Somebody that'll treat you right, give you a better life than me." I reminded her, she smirked and put the cash in her bra.

"Aw, Rocky baby is looking out for his little misfit. And please, I'm not for the faint-hearted I need something that can handle me the right way." Revy spoke playfully looking at me with seductive eyes causing me to roll my own. "You must still be dealing huh?"

"I do what I have to do," I said simply, Revy took another drag and handed it to me.

"I hear that, I just saw a guy OD on some heroin. Looked like one of your regulars." Revy said, I took a puff of the cigarette while looking at her. She knew how I felt about my occupation, and she kept trying to tip me over to her side of life. I knew I couldn't preserve my innocence, I saw it as a temporary fix until I could get myself out of this situation. However, that didn't stop her from trying to sway me towards the depths of the underworld way of life.

"It isn't my fault, it's his addiction." Trying to justify my reasoning though it didn't work, Revy rolled her eyes.

"In a way you killed him," Revy spoke, I knew where she was going with this. Trying to pull me down, she wants me to help her get back at the police. They raped her and beat her, part of the reason she is what she is today. I steeled my expression and gave her a look.

"I've always been by your side and I still am. I helped you get back at your Dad last I checked, I didn't even want to do that. I've seen the missing posters around the city, don't act like I'm afraid." I put it out there, and Revy took a step toward me. Looking up at me with a mischievous grin.

"It's not like you were the one that killed 'em and I dunno if you got it in you Rock." Revy spoke teasingly, "Maybe I should take your life now to make sure you don't say anything."

"I don't like what you're trying to insist Revy." I barked back, Revy backed off always letting me win little confrontations like these.

"Alright tough shit, don't get your panties in a bundle," Revy said as I gave her the cigarette. She smoked the last of it and flicked it away. "Hey, you up for a little breaking and entering?" I shrugged and put my hands in my pocket.

"I got time," I said simply, she walked past me and led the way. I followed her to the northern part of New York City. We ended up in front of an apartment building. I looked at the street, 'Woodridge Road' I said in my mind as I followed her in. We took the stairs up to the third floor. We stopped at a door, room 325 it read. Revy took out a card and put it through the door. With a little maneuvering, the door creaked open. Revy took out her Beretta and wore a devilish grin. Her eyes were crazed which made me take out my Smith&Wesson. This wasn't my first lick, but shit goes down when Revy's around. I tiptoed behind her as we neared a bedroom. I heard snoring and stopped dead in my tracks. "Revy this is supposed to be a lick what are you planning on doing?" I whispered to her, Revy looked back at me with that crazed expression.

"Lick? You've been hanging with those Vice Lords for too long. This is a hit-and-run Rock didn't you get the memo?" Revy said playfully as she opened the door. A middle-aged man lay asleep in his bed with the TV on. Revy then walked toward him; she pointed her gun to the man's head. "Good morning pussy" She said the man woke up and his eyes widened at the sight of Revy.

"You bitc-" He was cut off by the gun going into his mouth. Revy put her finger on the trigger.

"Sorry, but I don't do a lot of talking." She said before she pulled the trigger. She shot him multiple times his brains splattering against the headboard. I took a step back at the horrifying display. Getting even more scarred than I already was, I just take it. Adding to the many scars I have received in my life. After Revy emptied her clip, she walked out of the bedroom. "You see anything you want Rock?" She snapped me from my thoughts, I kept my cool and looked around.

"No nothing interests me," I said as we walked out, I take out a rag and wipe the door knob. I then follow her down the stairs out of the apartment building. I wanted to ask her who he was. But sticking your nose in other people's shit could get you killed. So I keep my mouth shut, and we walk to my apartment complex.

"Well, Rock I enjoyed your company today." Revy thanked me, and I gave a small smile.

"I appreciate your company as well Revy see you around," I said, Revy gave me a genuine smile. That's rare coming from her, or anybody in this forsaken city. There was nothing to smile about here. Revy then walked off, I went into the apartment. I walk in and on the couch is my brother. Barely blinking I look at the table he must've done it. I walk up to him and lightly slap him a couple of times. He turned his head slowly to me. "What the hell Mien, how much of this shit have you done?!" He just stared at me; I shook my head. I grabbed the two needles and threw them in the trash. I took out the trash bag and went back to him and picked him up. I took him outside and went to the alleyway by our apartment. I placed him beside a dumpster and threw the bag inside. "Dad could be here any minute, so be stupid outside," I said as I kept it moving, I decided to go back to the block. I wanted to know the status of the guys. I knew Clark, the Caucasian guy who messes with the Vice Lords ought to know by now. I walk up to the block, police tape around the scene. I see Clark on the other side of the street. I watch for traffic and make my way over there. Clark lit one for him and me. We both take a couple of puffs before we start talking.

"Nice to see you alive Rock, Warren told me you escaped," Clark said as we watched the police investigate.

"Yeah, I was there what's the damage?" I asked as I took another drag, Clark blew out smoke.

"Jermaine, Ox, Frank G, Rico, and Slam are in body bags. Warren, Deuce, and Gordy are still alive. Major blow to the Vice's losing a big head in their organization. I believe they are thinking about relocating from York and going to Jersey. I told them I'd stay here and keep an eye on you and your brother, Warren said he'd stay too." Clark informed me, and I nodded for him to continue. "The gang that shot at you guys is still unknown I'm doing some more digging to find that out. They shot up some underground bloods a few blocks down from you guys. I also just heard that there was a breaking and entering on Wood Ridge. A guy got his brains blown out. The west end bloods got busted yesterday with drugs. Their whole empire is crashing down on them. Shits hitting the fan Rock, my suggestion to you is to sell the rest of your shit and high tail it out of here. Cause they're handing out 20 years or more to drug dealers nowadays."

"That's fucking great, I guess I just might be going to the army anyway," I said, I told myself I was going when I turned 18. I knew that this drug business wasn't going to last too long anyway.

"Yeah we had a good run, but nothing lasts forever," Clark said as more police cars pulled up. "Block's getting hot, you got anything on you?"

"Two and a baby, it's my brother's, let's go," I said as we both walked away. The fiend who I was supposed to meet later on tonight walked up to me. "Hey you want it now?" the fiend nodded his head. I looked to Clark who was hesitant at first. He went in his pockets and took out some cash and handed it to the fiend. Who was just as confused as me. I was about to say something, but Clark pulled me along.

"Rock you've been selling for three years, and you can't tell who the police are and who isn't?" Clark said as we kept walking, I looked back at the fiend and shook his head, and walked off. I saw a badge on the back of his belt.

"Good save back there." I thanked Clark as I wiped the sweat from my forehead. 'That was too close for comfort.' I thought we kept walking heading for my house. "Matter of fact Clark, I'm done with this man. I have enough money now to last for a good four years. So if you and Warren want to split the dish you guys can." I said to my friend, Clark nodded and smiled.

"Of course, you two were too young to sell this shit anyway," Clark said, I roll my eyes and then look at him.

"Says the 19-year-old who started at 13." We both laughed.

"Hey, those were the old days anybody could have dealt then," Clark said, I pointed at myself.

"I was eleven when you were 13," I said, Clark raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

"Forgot math class already you were ten little guys," Clark said I made a face.

"My birthday is next week Clark you started in December." I clarified, Clark thought about it then it hit him. "Yeah and guess I'm the one who needs to brush up on math."