Build Up Your Gang Remix

[CarlJohnson24]

My story: The Gang war starts on the streets of Ganton and finishes at the Factory in East Los Santos.

 

 

THE GANG WAR:

 

I was sitting in the Lock-up in Playa de Seville with the sun shining through my window and sipping beer when i got a phone call,"HELLO HELLO,GET DOWN HERE"yelled the voice,"How dis?" then i the voice said "Its me Shady".

I quickly grabbed my AK and opened the garage and started my Greewood with my cell phone in hand,"Shady, i'm comin' now to Ganton"i said to him,i drove down the road in Ganton and saw car blockades.

 

"HEY,Shady what tha hell is happening?" i said wondering what was going on,i saw groups of Grove Street Families members shooting it out with Balla members then Shady yelled "KILL EM' ALL",then i pulled out my AK.Sprays of bullets flew everywhere and capped about 4 Ballas,"damn this sh*t is tight we need to get the heavy crap out" i said to Shady while he was carrying a wounded Grove guy to the house.

 

"Yeah, get the nades out from tha trunk" Shady said so i got them out and hurled one at a Balla car and yelled "BOO YA BITCHES,eat that",bodies where everywhere and there was still shooting going on."Great throw CJ" he praised,"thanks G lets take these c*cksukas" i said happily,myself and Shady ran behind a car then suddenly Shady suddenly said "he's got a Satchel charge in his hand,DUUUCK"

 

Both of us jumped behind a bush as the Ballas surrounded the crazed member and suddenly 4 GSF homies shot at the group with their MP5's and capped them, the Ballas dropped and the bomb blew up in the spray of bullets and blew the 4 Grove Street Families members away."Give me 2 Tec's dawg and i'll take this wave of Ballas" i said,"ok G here ya go CJ" Shady said,I took out a wave of Ballas with 10 guys in it shooting at the Grove boys.

 

I took out the second last wave of attackers and then i yelled "MINIGUN,GET THA MINIGUN","ok CJ here we go" he said,both of us took ou the remaining Ballas with my 2 Tec's and Shady's Minigun.Both of us got everything in order and walked back to Shady's house and we said "that is always hype sh*t".

 

Thanx people,its my first story.and can i buy a Mac-10 for the GSF?

 

 

[Gta Gamer.]

Couldn't change my guide to have my current username could ya?

 

gta_gamer_777 to Gta Gamer.

 

kthnx.

[Arthazzz]

Starfish mansion

The intro

Characters:

Arthazzz

 

Rico Diaz

 

Ricardo Diaz

 

Mick

 

Lopez

 

& others...

 

The begining

I was a thug who lived in Chicago, i worked for one of the local gangs called Vice lords, controled by Rico Diaz. One day he wanted to see me.

ME: - Yeah?

RICO: - Arthazzz! sit down.

ME: - So what was the reason you called me?

RICO: - My lill bro, Ricardo- he has some problems with the business & he needs our help, so Im sending you to find out whats wrong, so head to Vice city, one of his men will meet you at the airport, take Mick with you, here are the tickets & 40$ to get started, the plane will leave tomorrow morning, so get ready.

ME: - Cool, i always wanted to go to Florida...

RICO: - Good, now get your @$$ outa here! my favourite p0rno movie is about to start.

So i left, nothing was happening so i went to my apartament, packed my stuff & waited for tomorrow morning...

Next day

I took my briefcase & headed to the airport with Micky, we made it just in time...

When we arrived, an Admiral was waiting for us outside.

DRIVER: - Hey youre Arthazzz & Mick right?

ME: - Yeah

DRIVER: - Im glad you made it, lets go, im Lopez btw...

So Lopez took us to the mansion, & we went inside. I saw a short guy looking like Rico heading to us, i decited that he is Ricardo.

DIAZ: - Welcome to Vice city, im Ricardo Diaz, and you must be Arthazzz

ME: - Yes & this is my right hand man- Mick, Rico sent us, he said you have some problems.

DIAZ: - Yes, my business is going down, some dickheads are on my way, but with your help, we will run this city again!(throws a vaze at one of his men saying) Where the hell are you going?

ME - ooook...

DIAZ -I meet you tomorrow, i got some work to do. Here are the keys of your apartaments... Hey you! what the f*ck are YOU doing?(Starts shooting at anotherone of his men)

So me and Mick went outside, we stole an infernus from the house next to the mansion, & left...

 

__________

I would like a tec-9 now please

Edited April 29, 2005 by Arthazzz

[SloStenRacing]

Tril - Because I counted that one post as one full story with 5 different parts. If you are going to call that 5 different stories then I am not going to bother grading the one you just posted because you clearly did not read the rules and guidelines on the first page. Get back to me on which you want to do.

 

Arthazzz - Even if it was a setup it was all dialogue, $8.

 

Gta Gamer. - I don't know.........It's done.

 

CarlJohnson24 - $8 and you purchase an AK since it was YOUR gun during the story

 

ALSO MAKE IT KNOWN THAT THE WHOLE GANG MUST AGREE TO PURCHASES FOR SOMETHING BEFORE IT CAN BE BOUGHT!

 

Guys seriously cut the bullsh*t. Read the rules and from here on out I will refuse to grade stories that break the rules.

 

 

Rules for the Build Up Your Gang thread

1. If you cannot come up with a complete thought please dont bother posting what you have at all. Just save it in notepad or word or something and come back with a complete story.

2. In addition to rule 1, please don't post half of a story and say you will be back to update it later as this can cause confusion to those that have to grade your stories.

3. To make it easier on The BUYG Staff please check your spelling and grammar carefully as it makes it harder for us to read and grade them with multiple errors.

4. Please refrain from "flaming" other members as this will get this topic one of those neat, but unneeded, locks.

5. Most importantly if you need any help or assitance with writing/brainstorming/developing stories or if you feel the need to comment on the thread then please contact The BUYG Staff members with your opinions/expressions/concerns/problems. In addition to this if you feel that rule 4 had been broken please contact us before taking any action yourself.

These rules have been brought to you by the BUYG Staff.

Some general guidelines to follow when participating in this thread

1. DO NOT use weapons that your gang doesn't own and the same goes for vehicles. However keep in mind that when you purchase something for the gang anyone that is in that gang can use that item now.

2. Any property you wish to purchase will cost the gang you are in or wish to join $200. If you are joining a gang make sure that it is alright with the current members that you use their hard earned cash to buy the land you want.

3. If the entire gang is idle for a week then so become their assets and their assets will look like this (Distillery (Alcohol)(daily Income - $10) a idle asset means that the daily income will not be given until someone in the gang becomes active again. Active being an actual posted story that meets the rules above.

4. You can also take over property but it will cost you triple($600) what it would for a regular property. Also needed is the consent of the person who owns it and if no one owns it then you need the consent of the member of the gang who has been there the longest. Half the money will go to the gang the other half will just be taken away.

These guidelines have been brought to you by the BUYG Staff.

Next person to not follow the rules will have ungraded stories here. They are posted on the first page and you should read them before writing but since people obviously are not I will post them as the last post here for no excuses for the next few pages.

 

[Tril]

ok just grade the first one...

Ignore the 2nd...

[sean "sweet" johnson]

But can we use a car we don't have but have it destroyed?

[GTAFool12]

I'm sorry what I meant to say was that the Purple Nines will purchase an uzi 9mm. Also is their any mod shops or auto shops in shoreside vale that are close to purple nine territory. Tell me ASAP it's important.

[sean "sweet" johnson]

continuing from low-sho side

 

low-sho side

 

I got A tornado in the building and backed up out of the building and continued to chase big gold. A vagos pilot was flying and big gold was using ten's to try and blow me up. "What an idiot," I said as I easily continued the chase, dodging his bullets with ease.

 

I chased his sparrow all of the way to verdant meadows and had an idea. "CJ won't mind if I take his hunter," I said to my self as I got in the hunter. I started it up and resumed the chase. I had trouble flying for a little bit but quickly learned and caught up to him. I started unloading chaingun fire (none of them hit, however) when both his and my helicopter got hit my SAM sites. I was going down...

 

5 hours later...

 

"Man, why don't we just kill him now?"

"Because, dude, we want to know who he works for."

"Oh yeah, I forgot.

 

I tried to get up but I found I was bound in chains. They told me that I was in the easter basin naval base and they would soon destroy me. "sh*t," I said. They went to switch guards so this is my chance to escape. I somehow got my legs out of the chains. When the other guards came in, I kicked the guns out of thier hands and knocked them out. i untied my hands with my feet (how, I dont know). I found my m16, .45 and my tens and got ready to silence army butt.

 

I waited till the next relief guards came in and killed them with my .45 and went outside. I found I was on a boat with no way to get to the main part of the naval base. That's when I saw a couple hydra's, only guarded by 2-3 guards. I used my tens and shot both of them right in the head, thier brains splattered against one of the hydra's. "I ain't using that one," I joked to myself as i climbed up and started the jet.

 

"How do you fly this damn thing!" I yelled in frustration. I found the thruster lever and I pulled it up. The jet just started and it freaked me out. I looked over at my rear view mirror and saw two hydra's following me. "If it's a dogfight they want, it's a dogfight they'll get." I said with a grin.

 

I veered behind them and pressed the missile button, but it did nothing. "Oh, sh*t," I said and tried a new plan. I started flying on the garver bridge, with little caution as possible. I hit my wing ever so slightly, but saw that they had crashed.

 

I landed my hydra over this place called "wang auto's" and found a car. "someone must have been here before," I said as I examined a couple broken windows. Oh well as I found an voodoo and made my way to los santos.

 

All of the sudden big gold came up to me with a MP5.

 

"Hey puto, you can't touch big gold ese."

"Oh yeah? well i'll touch you with my gun you sorry bitch."

"I'd like to see you try."

 

I got out and got behind the car, trying to shoot him. all of the sudden, 5 cars full of vagos pulled up and unloaded on me with thier AK's. I needed to call for help. I ran to a burger shot, went inside and called cesar.

 

"Hey, cesar."

"What's up, holmes?"

"I've got 20 vagos and big gold trying to shoot me and i need back-up."

"Okay I'll be right there. Hold them off until i get there."

"Okay im near a burger shot in doherty, around there anyways."

 

So I started trying to shoot but found I had no ammo in my m16 so I had to use my ten's. cesar's help came in 3 voodoo's full. I climbed on top of the burger shot and motioned Spaz to come up to. We held them off and killed 15 of them and big Gold when more reinforcements came." There is too many, retreat!" cesar yelled. The voodoo got destroyed but I got in with Spaz.

 

I kept shooting thier tires as my ten's didn't have much ammo left. They Got pushed by aztecas car into the water. So we kept going when cesar called me.

 

"Yeah cesar, which car you in?"

"I'm in the car in front of you but that isn't important. What is important is that Vagos planned this from the start! They took over my house and your complex!"

"Oh damn those stinking putos. How do you know?"

"Kendl called. She had to hide in CJ's house."

"We can get your house back first."

"Ok thanks dude."

 

So we got there and saw his house was severily locked down and had vagos grafitti all over it. cesar just went loco and started spraying bullets into the guards at the house. I told him to take the remaining aztecas and take back my complex, Me and Spaz would take cesar house, ninja style. We loaded our .45 and got ready to take back cesar's house. we shot the next two guards and hid thier bodies. The stairs were blocked by two upstairs and two downstairs and that would be a problem. W hit the two guards with the blunt of our m16's and shot the upstairs guards with our tens. We cleared out the bedrooms with our guns and called cesar.

 

"Hey, Cesar, doing okay?"

"Yeah were doing fine."

"Well we took back your house and are ready to go back to help you guys."

"Ok."

 

We went back to our apartments and helped clear the rooms. One of the kids went up and talked to me.

 

"Thanks, Azteca those Vagos scared me."

"Your welcome, kid."

"what's your name, Azteca?"

"Low-sho. Yours?"

"Juan. I wanna learn how to be a Azteca."

"How old are you?"

"16."

"Just old enough. we will start our training tomarrow. ok?"

"ok."

 

I then went to my apartment for a nice, long nap.

Edited April 24, 2005 by sean "sweet" johnson

[Arthazzz]

The Diaz's gang will purchase a tec-9, everyone in the gang agreed (im the only one )

so... can i have it now?

[Arthazzz]

A sh*tty story was here

 

Edited April 27, 2005 by Arthazzz

[SloStenRacing]

This idea was great and I loved it while it lasted but there is simply too much noob BULLsh*t in here. People I posted the rules again for you and since NO ONE can follow them and I have said a million times that I WILL NOT grade stories that are sh*t or pure dialogue and you guys go and post no spaced chunks of crap and a play (a "story" that is all dialogue).

 

 

This is SSR signing off.....for good. As well as the BUYG thread on these forums should.

[sean "sweet" johnson]

Well why don't you just dump people that don't post lengthy and not all dialogue stories?

[SloStenRacing]

Because it will just be worse when the X-Box and PC releases are out.

[sean "sweet" johnson]

that's not until 40 days! or you can just lock the joinings until the x-box and PC rush is over.

[adamcs]

Locked at the author's request.

[adamcs]

Re-opened at the author's request.

[SloStenRacing]

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:DUE TO THE RESPONSE I HAD WHEN I SHUT THIS DOWN FROM SPONSERS OF THE THREAD AND A PUBLIC OUTCRY FOR ANOTHER I HAVE DECIDED I WILL GIVE THIS ANOTHER RUN. HOWEVER I WILL ONCE AGAIN POST THE RULES HERE FOR ALL TO SEE AND IF YOUR STORY DOES NOT MEET THE REQUIREMENTS OR RULES GIVEN IT WILL BE DISCARDED AND UNGRADED. :END PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

 

 

Rules for the Build Up Your Gang thread

1. If you cannot come up with a complete thought please dont bother posting what you have at all. Just save it in notepad or word or something and come back with a complete story.

2. In addition to rule 1, please don't post half of a story and say you will be back to update it later as this can cause confusion to those that have to grade your stories.

3. To make it easier on The BUYG Staff please check your spelling and grammar carefully as it makes it harder for us to read and grade them with multiple errors.

4. Please refrain from "flaming" other members as this will get this topic one of those neat, but unneeded, locks.

5. Most importantly if you need any help or assitance with writing/brainstorming/developing stories or if you feel the need to comment on the thread then please contact The BUYG Staff members with your opinions/expressions/concerns/problems. In addition to this if you feel that rule 4 had been broken please contact us before taking any action yourself.

These rules have been brought to you by the BUYG Staff.   You can reach us here... SloStenRacing The Professor 9jkearse3

Some general guidelines to follow when participating in this thread

1. DO NOT use weapons that your gang doesn't own and the same goes for vehicles. However keep in mind that when you purchase something for the gang anyone that is in that gang can use that item now.

2. Any property you wish to purchase will cost the gang you are in or wish to join $200. If you are joining a gang make sure that it is alright with the current members that you use their hard earned cash to buy the land you want.

3. If the entire gang is idle for a week then so become their assets and their assets will look like this (Distillery (Alcohol)(daily Income - $10) a idle asset means that the daily income will not be given until someone in the gang becomes active again. Active being an actual posted story that meets the rules above.

4. You can also take over property but it will cost you triple($600) what it would for a regular property. Also needed is the consent of the person who owns it and if no one owns it then you need the consent of the member of the gang who has been there the longest. Half the money will go to the gang the other half will just be taken away.

These guidelines have been brought to you by the BUYG Staff.   You can reach us here... SloStenRacing The Professor 9jkearse3

Edited April 25, 2005 by SloStenRacing

[jazz.]

Sorry but I'm gonna have to leave, Can't find the intrest in writing.

 

Good Luck Sloten, with running this circus. Be good kids.

[SloStenRacing]

Sorry but I'm gonna have to leave, Can't find the intrest in writing.

 

Good Luck Sloten, with running this circus. Be good kids.

I hate to see you lose interest after requesting for me to get you a casino (making me think you had a good story line planned out) but I hope you will return in the future.

[Tril]

I'll rewrite my story so that you can grade and will try to follow

the RULES at the best of ma ability...

[Oblivionz]

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:DUE TO THE RESPONSE I HAD WHEN I SHUT THIS DOWN FROM SPONSERS OF THE THREAD AND A PUBLIC OUTCRY FOR ANOTHER I HAVE DECIDED I WILL GIVE THIS ANOTHER RUN. HOWEVER I WILL ONCE AGAIN POST THE RULES HERE FOR ALL TO SEE AND IF YOUR STORY DOES NOT MEET THE REQUIREMENTS OR RULES GIVEN IT WILL BE DISCARDED AND UNGRADED. :END PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT

 

 

Rules for the Build Up Your Gang thread

1. If you cannot come up with a complete thought please dont bother posting what you have at all. Just save it in notepad or word or something and come back with a complete story.

2. In addition to rule 1, please don't post half of a story and say you will be back to update it later as this can cause confusion to those that have to grade your stories.

3. To make it easier on The BUYG Staff please check your spelling and grammar carefully as it makes it harder for us to read and grade them with multiple errors.

4. Please refrain from "flaming" other members as this will get this topic one of those neat, but unneeded, locks.

5. Most importantly if you need any help or assitance with writing/brainstorming/developing stories or if you feel the need to comment on the thread then please contact The BUYG Staff members with your opinions/expressions/concerns/problems. In addition to this if you feel that rule 4 had been broken please contact us before taking any action yourself.

These rules have been brought to you by the BUYG Staff.   You can reach us here... SloStenRacing The Professor 9jkearse3

Some general guidelines to follow when participating in this thread

1. DO NOT use weapons that your gang doesn't own and the same goes for vehicles. However keep in mind that when you purchase something for the gang anyone that is in that gang can use that item now.

2. Any property you wish to purchase will cost the gang you are in or wish to join $200. If you are joining a gang make sure that it is alright with the current members that you use their hard earned cash to buy the land you want.

3. If the entire gang is idle for a week then so become their assets and their assets will look like this (Distillery (Alcohol)(daily Income - $10) a idle asset means that the daily income will not be given until someone in the gang becomes active again. Active being an actual posted story that meets the rules above.

4. You can also take over property but it will cost you triple($600) what it would for a regular property. Also needed is the consent of the person who owns it and if no one owns it then you need the consent of the member of the gang who has been there the longest. Half the money will go to the gang the other half will just be taken away.

These guidelines have been brought to you by the BUYG Staff.   You can reach us here... SloStenRacing The Professor 9jkearse3

Hopefully they'll obey them all. I'm gonna start making a story, so. Hopefully i'll have it up in a few days.

[SloStenRacing]

DISCLAIMER: IF I DO NOT UPDATE FOR TONIGHT DO NOT ASSUME I QUIT AGAIN. I AM GOING BACK THROUGH ALL 171 PAGES OF BUYG THREADS TO GET PROPER STORY COUNTS AND THE LIKE :END DISCLAIMER

[9jkearse3]

Glad this is back up...the rules are there for the better of the thread so try to follow them people

[Tril]

Can somebody grade my story now I rewrote it cuz you said it

wasn't fitting the rules...

And if there is still something wrong with it than nevermind...

[Tril]

Sorry for the double post...

[sean "sweet" johnson]

yay it is back up! well i'll have a new story out by at least wendsday because this one will be a doozy.

[The Professor]

"Coming Home"

Chapter III

"A Dark Return/Laying Down The Law"

 

The mansion nuzzled in the middle of Portland was something of both beauty and malevolence, as cited by those who lived within its premises. The manor was three stories tall, covered in part brick layers and the remainder of it in a fine exterior wood. On the back of the house was a giant terrace on a deck – hidden by thousands of conflicting flowers, leading to a newly-built greenhouse toward the shore. On the sides of the house were thirty-seven Victorian-era styled windows, buried from the inside by maroon curtains and plants behind them. Whenever things got loud, the front door would open and three men, in tailored suits would always stroll to the scene of screaming children or an unexpected car-collision. Meanwhile, three of the windows would immediately open to reveal a man standing – as if he were gauging the merit of such an accident. Nobody knew who dwelled there – only that the same couple of people left and returned shortly thereafter. But rumors swirled.

 

It had been a while since the massacre at the Salvatore Leone estate – claiming the lives of several, including, supposedly, Sonny Forelli at the hands of Peter Barbieri. Everyone assumed the death toll had mounted all involved, as well as Barbieri himself. However, the recent revival of the nefarious Sindacco soldier brought doubts.

 

At midnight, the blood that many said the house was made of seemed visible in the glow of a hard maelstrom. On the wharf, weather splashed over the edge, tipping over small boats. The rain pelted the surrounding grass and sidewalk viciously, almost eating it away. Then, one of the guards pacing the front porch saw a black Sentinel appear from the fog down the street. He removed a .45 from his side-holster and approached the steps. When he saw the big, leathery face of the guest they awaited, he lowered the pistol and grabbed an umbrella from the doorway. The guard watched the Sentinel pull to a stop beside a curb and hustled toward the driver’s side door, where he tried his best to shield the man from the rain.

 

A lone woman stood in the tiled kitchen – going through her usual routine of preparing a Gin for the owner of the house, along with a countless amount of pain-medication. In fact, the dosage of sleeping pills and painkillers was highly unstable. Illegal, actually. The side effects caused a loss of appetite, possible ulcers and irrational behavior. Still, the woman crushed a bowl of pasta to slush, so it could be drank rather than chewed. She also got a syringe of Novocain ready.

 

The girl had been in the houses’ employ for only three months. Hired at first because she was a registered nurse, then kept for the fact that she was extremely attractive. So she would, once a week or so, head upstairs and pretend to have sex with the owner of the house – to make him feel like a man. She’d spank him with a paddle, and do the most degrading, perverted things to herself for his pleasure. When all was said and done, he paid for her medical-school education and even bought her several connections that she valued. But she grew disgusted by the man who claimed to “love” her. Licking a lollypop in the nude and pretending to be aroused by an old man wasn’t something a twenty-year old girl should have been doing for financial-security. She wanted a future – and waiting for the man of the house to finally succeed at killing himself wasn’t one of them.

 

A chubby Italian man stepped off the landing of the stairwell and shuffled through the kitchen. He looked the girl’s long legs and tight butt up and down. He had to admit that she looked nice in that white nurse uniform and short skirt.

 

‘Lookin’ good Vanessa,’ he said with a smile on his face.

 

‘Thank you, Paul,’ she replied.

 

At the front door, there was a loud buzzing. Paul Rondelli, the father of the boy a Michael Carterinni had killed several months ago, removed a .45 from his shoulder-holster.

 

‘That must be him,’ Paul said wearily. There was a true nervousness in his voice. ‘Hey, Vanessa. Say you get some Scotch for all the guys and bring it out in a minute or two.’

 

‘Sure thing. All Scotch?’

 

‘No. This guy likes Bourbon. And make sure it’s the old stuff.’

 

‘Like he’ll know,’ she mocked.

 

‘This guy… he will.’

 

Vanessa winced as he strolled out of the kitchen and toward the hallway. She had been hearing of a man all week – an assassin, someone so feared that he was only called “The Skull.” Though she wasn’t sure of a name, it had been mentioned that he was a former employee of the Leone family and was a true Italian. All the way from Sicily and working freelance now. She poured Bourbon in a large glass and put six individual shots of Scotch on a long tray. Vanessa heard the front door open wide and a bulky, wide series of footsteps head in. She tried hard not to turn around and look at this person. Part of it was fear of her boss, the rest a terror of him.

 

She lit a cigarette and smoked it in a hurry. When it was half-gone, she ran its tip under the draining water-spicket – killing the flame and tossed it in a garbage container. Smoking was forbidden in the house – and, as was the case last time she was caught, punishable by a beating from Paulie Rondelli. Vanessa ran her hands through her long strawberry-blonde hair and looked in a mirror in the kitchen.

 

‘Vanessa, honey,’ Paulie’s haggard voice hollered from the kitchen.

 

She picked up the tray and moved out of the kitchen with it. The hallway was void of any happiness. It was dimly lighted from candle on every wall, accompanied by a painting beside each one. Vanessa swallowed hard, nearing the doorway of the living room. She walked into the glow of a fireplace, crackling ember from inside. The room was covered by an array of white chairs and couches, only separated from each other by a single maroon chair – facing a wall. All of the guard’s took their drinks and began sipping them gingerly. However, the mysterious man sat, chair turned away from her, and smoked a cigar.

 

Vanessa had only one glass remaining on the tray. She lowered it to her side and gripped the glass in her hand instead. Approaching the chair from behind, she felt a terror crawl up her body and almost croak her. The top of the man’s greasy black hair was visible from the top of the chair. She continued to the side, extending it outward as her mouth dried up to sand. The side of the man’s leathery, weather-beaten face was visible. He had a large, half broken nose on extremely tanned and oily skin. His lips were large and chapped, unlike everything else about him. The man wore a dark-green cotton suit, complete with a red tie and a white undershirt. Something from the old-days of crime, she thought. He turned in the chair, revealing a massive head on thick shoulders and a strikingly stocky build. It was almost impossible, in that suit, to tell if all of it was fat or muscle. The man had beady eyes, like a rat’s and they locked with her innocent dove eyes in a heartbeat. It was almost like an attraction – she felt her fingers tingle, heart-race and head throb. But he was physically repulsive, probably emotionally, too.

 

The man took his glass in a hand, covered in a white surgical glove, and sipped it. He scowled at her and said, in a burly, deep voice, ‘You going to operate on anyone?’ A puff of smoke billowed from his swollen lips.

 

She smiled half-heartedly. ‘No, sir. I’m a home-nurse.’

 

‘I see,’ he said, empty of any emotion. ‘So, Vanessa – do you get your limey sweat on all of Sonny Forelli’s necessities, too?’

 

She lowered her head. ‘No.’

 

‘Well, you certainly got my f***ing glass wet with you nasty hand. Now, delivering a glass of Bourbon is probably the easiest job in the world… and, yet, you screwed it up. A medical-license must mean you have a brain in your head?’

 

‘Yes.’

 

‘Well,’ he said unemotionally. ‘You’re smart enough to be frightened of me – I like that. But you offend me with this. So, do you know what I think of you right now?’

 

Vanessa looked away from him to Paulie, who cleared his throat, looking away. The gloved hand touched her chin and brought it back to his slimy face.

 

‘I think that you are a stupid, stupid girl,’ he paused, staring at her for a moment. ‘Now, go get his things and we’ll go meet him. You’ve already ruined my drink, so we might as well get this over with. Unless you want to wrap those pretty lips around my d**k, that is.’

 

Vanessa took the Bourbon that he handed her and walked back to the kitchen. The room was laughing behind her at the last comment. She reached the first tile of the floor, when tears started streaming from her eyes. She poured the Bourbon down the sink and covered her face in her hands. Quietly, she tried to talk herself down from the hurt. Vanessa reminded herself that if she didn’t get back out there, smiling, Paulie would break her nose like last time. She gathered the tray of her boss’s things and wiped the tears from her eyes. Vanessa left the kitchen again. Only this time, the man was standing in the hall, hands linked in front of him.

 

‘Right this way, sir,’ she said weakly.

 

Vanessa began slowly up the staircase for the second floor, sensing “The Skull” right behind her. Although she fought to keep focused on catching the staircase for the third floor, the feeling of his eyes lofting downward on her behind made the girl almost break down and collapse. They caught the third staircase, giving to the final floor – where there were only three rooms. Two held the money that three or more men counted at a time, being shuffled by twenties and hundreds to a briefcase for their weekly bribes. The final room contained a ghost, as many thought he was, and it was a place that little Vanessa feared every time she entered it. The tray in hands, Vanessa led the heavy-footed Italian man to the doorway and stopped, pulling a key from her uniform. The man stood a matter of an inch behind her. His heavy breathing snapped down her neck. Vanessa opened the door and pressed it against the wall, so he could enter before her.

 

The man clenched both hands and strolled on in toward a single desk in the middle of the room. Vanessa closed the door behind her, turning to catch the eye of the owner of the house. Sonny Forelli sat rigidly in his wheelchair – his head straightened by a metal collar, hands placed on the arms on the chair by steel restraints. All that was visible above the desk was his torso, in a fancy brown blazer and turtleneck shirt. Sonny barely toggled a joystick on the arm of the wheelchair and moved an inch closer to the table.

 

Vanessa brought the tray over, hooking his feeding-tube up to the liquefied pasta. Filling the room was the classical ballads of all Sonny’s favorite Italian musicians. Vanessa unbuttoned his blazer slightly, seeing a bit of sweat on his face and gathered the tray. Opening and closing the door behind her, she departed toward the kitchen again.

 

Sonny Forelli watched the man seat himself in front of the desk and make himself comfortable.

 

‘Londo Campanili,’ Sonny mentioned calmly. ‘You used to work for the Leone’s, before they betrayed you. One of them put a bomb in your car, almost ending your life?’

 

‘Yes.’ Londo nodded.

 

‘Ah!’ Sonny groaned. ‘Ouch. God, all mighty, Londo. Damn doctors have me hooked up to this machine, you see. There is a steel cord inside the back of my neck, tied to what they call my vertebrae and spinal column. It hurts… every single hour of the day. I wake up and it almost breaks my neck for Christ’s sake – but, they keep tellin’ me that it’s the only thing keeping me alive, now.’

 

Londo’s face didn’t change expression. He nodded once, fluttering his eyes in concentration.

 

Sonny continued, ‘I’ve lost everything due to the Sindacco family. You know, by now, that Guancarlo Priest – one of the men I had working for me behind Grove Street’s back, is dead now. I have dozens of bodies, seeping all the way South of Las Venturas and now, I have the man who killed my son and made me lose %96 of my body living in my own back yard. It’s overwhelming! Here I am, a businessman, a guy who’s survived Tommy Vercetti and now I almost die by opening my goddamn eyes in the morning! They’ve taken my p***k, they took my boy, and now they want to take me. This makes me a very unhappy man, Londo.’

 

Londo cleared his throat. ‘I’m in the business of “problem-solving.” So, whatever you want is gonna have a price.’

 

Sonny smiled beneath the paralyzed frown on his face. ‘Like I said – I need someone who doesn’t work for me to do this job. You seem like the guy to do it. I want someone dead – actually, a group of people dead.’

 

‘I’m listening.’

 

‘Head to Las Venturas and keep watch on a Michael Carterinni – he’s an enforcer of The High Roller Casino. I have a few guys working on his ass right now. I need you to use him to discover where Johnny Sindacco is – since he’d vanished off the map after what happened to him a month ago. Keep me posted on everything you see, hear and feel. I want you to be a thorn in his side. Then, when the time comes, you and my men will kidnap Johnny Sindacco from wherever his chicken-ass is hiding. I’ll get my revenge on him, personally. But head to Las Venturas and keep a close eye on everything until then.’

 

‘What about Peter Barbieri?’

 

‘He’ll be taken care of when the time is right. This is my farewell, Londo. I’ve spent three months trying to kill myself – no success. Last week, I decided that I’ll suffer this pain as long as it takes to see Johnny Sindacco’s empire fall. You worry about finding out where he is.’

 

Londo gathered his trench coat off the arm of his chair and stood up. He turned toward the door, then stopped and looked back.

 

‘One question,’ he said. ‘When I find out where Sindacco is, what do I do with Carterinni?’

 

Sonny’s eyes narrowed from his stiffened position. All the hate in the world burning in them. ‘Kill him. Kill them all.’

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

Las Venturas

11:57am (Local Time)

 

I watched the golden numbers on the console wind upward toward twenty-five. The elevator was a narrow tube that screeched up the Carrington-Price law-firm building toward the top. Beside me stood Terrence Gaines, dressed in the same suit, but adorned further in a pair of black sunglasses he had picked up, with a stiletto-blade he insisted upon tucked down his sock.

 

As the doors snapped wide open, I caught the two glimpses from a pair of secretaries heading for lunch. Terrence looked at me, moving out of the elevator, me in tow. The ladies got inside the capsule and began to whisper concerns before they’d even begun their descent. Looking at it, I couldn’t blame them. Two men, dressed in business suits, no real pleasant expression on them come walking into a highly volatile work situation – the possibility of violence or some altering effect was inevitable. The truth was that neither I, nor Terrence were looking for destruction (per se). Instead, our intent was to rid Las Venturas of the Carrington name for good. This was his last investment in the city that had neither been seized nor ruined. It was a liability in the hands of anyone other than us.

 

Even as the Super GT pulled up to the blistering sidewalk outside of the massive, thirty-story building, complete with mirrored-windows and limestone siding, I knew this was going to be delicate. Hell, neither of us brought so much as a pistol for the occasion of this little hostile-takeover. I hoped that everything would be reasonable and under control. Terrence led me past the two guards I had Stansfield slip a G-note to the day before. We wound down the hall, barely missing the four men and one woman who ran it in light of their former boss’s death. The elevator took them upstairs, us tracking it the entire way to the twenty-fifth floor, then proceeded up it in the same fashion. Something about having the old crew of Terrence and me back together again spoke chapters of our mutual understanding. If Sean Cassavette would have been here, we’d be able to call the gang back together for good.

 

The oak-wood door marked with a hard sign “PRIVATE – MEETING IN PROGRESS” sign was a foot ahead of us. Terrence rolled a kink from his neck. I shoved both doors open and walked into the room blindly. He stood behind, closing them gently and crossing his hands in front of him.

 

Five, equally shocked faces gawked up at me. Their faces covered in the half-light of the barely-opened blinds. One of the men stood up rigidly and began to open his mouth to scream at me for intruding. I raised an index finger at him, forcing him to wait a moment as I lit a cigarette. I walked toward a chair, pulled it out from the table and seated myself at the long, rectangular conference-table. The woman got up from her chair and walked toward the doors hurriedly, where Terrence grabbed her by the hair and shoved her back in a seat. After a moment, the silent abjections ended when I cleared my throat.

 

‘I know this meeting is unscheduled and, hopefully, it will be brief enough,’ I said to them all in a matter-of-factly tone. ‘As most of you know, by judging your expressions, I’m Michael Carterinni. Mr. Carterinni. So, beside all of you in this room – I know of all the illegal dealings and work you’ve done in the past with Delaney Carrington. I know that you had the now-deceased Jill Masters suited here, working her way in. I also know that you all let several members of the Guancarlo Priest gang out onto the street – putting my life in danger. In fact, this is the reason I am here. Today is the day for me to announce that all of this is now over. You will no longer assist anyone in this city but me and those I deem appropriate. As of this moment, any loyalty to the Carrington estate is banished from this room.’

 

An elderly man raised his hand and began to speak weakly. ‘Excuse me… I have to ask something.’

 

‘Go ahead… Mister?’

 

‘Neill. Kenneth Neill,’ he responded politely. ‘You come in here – a man blocking the door and insist we help you? That’s the plan for this?’

 

I nodded slightly at him. ‘Actually… yeah, it is.’

 

‘Oh, okay.’ Kenneth Neill leaned back in his chair and put his hands in his lap.

 

I noticed the senior attorney sitting opposite me, to the left. He was a short man – standing at five-foot-five and slightly stocky in build. He had a neatly trimmed beard and auburn eyes on an olive-complexion. Someone who looked Italian, if he weren’t so obviously Jewish by his surname. Phil T. Roebuck raised his hand from the black cotton suit and red tie to ask, ‘Mr. Carter, I hate to impose, but it seems kind of unfitting for you to blackmail us like this. Especially with the rumors floating around concerning your participation in that incident.’

 

‘Well, that’s why I need people like you. See, in this town, I’ve been getting a lot of hell for what I’m accused of. Personally – I could care less about that fat f**k, and hope they needed a dentist to identify his ass. That’s my personal opinion, though,’ I had to talk over the laughter of most of the table. ‘Apparently shared by a good bit of ya.’

 

Roebuck smiled at his associates. ‘You’ve got us there, Mr. Carter. Mr. Carrington was a pretty bad man. Still, I don’t know if we’re willing to put our company in the hands of another syndicate.’

 

I grinned at him with a kind wince. ‘Well, its not really a matter of choice. You don’t work with me, by next week this building will be leveled and all of you will be in some serious s**t. That’s a promise. If you aren’t with me, you’re against me. And that… is the last place that you wanna be. Take my word for it.’

 

Sitting directly at the other end of the table, I watched a portly old man rock in his chair. His gray-blue eyes glared at me in a storm. I recognized him as one of the men present at the hearing to get Priest’s brother from prison the day we killed him. His name was Mark Gladstone, a staunch Republican and out-spoken Southerner from down South. He had shed his black suit-jacket and wore a white cotton shirt with blue stripes down it. He slapped his meaty hand on the table and huffed out at me, ‘Scumbag Ital-ion! People like you think you can come down here to Las Venturas and own it. You’ll never understand a goddamn thing about this town, friend,’ he pivoted in his chair, face red. ‘And all of you – laughing at the death of a great man like Delaney Carrington! This man paid for your wife’s hospital bills, Phil! Marcia, he took care of your daughter when she got kicked out of school. How can you turn you back on that?’

 

‘Easily,’ I shouted from the chair. ‘Now, Michael Carter and Johnny Sindacco will be taking care of you all. The era of Carrington is over now. Are you in or out, Gladstone?’

 

Gladstone spat a quantity of snot across the table. It made it halfway toward my direction before landing on the desk, then he opened his massive mouth to yell, ‘I don’t take orders from a Guinea piece of shi – AGHHH!’

 

Before I even had time to figure out what Gladstone was saying, he was smacked in the side of the head with a telephone receiver. The hard plastic cracked his face wide open, to a puss of blood. Terrence Gaines grabbed him by the hair and smacked his face off the table once, lifted his bloody face from a stack of papers beneath him and slammed his greasy face on it once more. He held the overweight lawyer from down South by the back of his head on the table, shoving his skin deeper and deeper in the wood. A river of red oozed down the table.

 

I got up from the table at about the same time Terrence whipped the stiletto from his sock. He put the blade against the cartilage of Gladstone’s left ear and pressed it in his skin. The scene was horrific. The arrogant, proud lawyer had been reduced to a sobbing mass of agony in a matter of seconds.

 

Terrence applied pressure on the knife. ‘I think you should apologize to Mr. Carterinni right now, fat man.’

 

Sobbing wildly, I listened to the voice crackle out from under there, ‘I’m sorry Mr. Carterinni. I swear on my kids’ lives that I meant no offense.’

 

I scoffed. ‘Bulls**t.’

 

‘You’re a bad liar,’ Terrence mocked him, the blade hard on the side of the ear. ‘That makes you the worst candidate for an attorney that I’ve ever seen in my life. You’re pathetic,’ his stone cold eyes looked up at me. ‘Are we gonna use this guy?’

 

I shook my head. If I’d have known what would have followed, I’d have given the man a goddamn intern-position. ‘No. Not now.’

 

I heard the twisting-sound of the knife severing flesh from bone. The stiletto sliced up and down the ear, ripping it off of Gladstone’s head and then Terrence released his prisoner. The lawyer dropped back on the floor, bawling from the suffering he’d been subject to. Terrence pulled him up by his tie and stuffed the ear into Gladstone’s shirt-pocket, saying, ‘Get some thread and ice on that. Now, run fat man!’

 

Gladstone staggered from the desk, following a kick to his rear-end from Terrence. In a moment, he was gone from the room and I turned my attention to Roebuck at the table.

 

As if none of this had happened, I said to them, ‘Who’s in?’

 

Four hands flew up in the air and I knew I’d just taken over the law-firm. Roebuck crossed his arms and nodded at me, ‘You’ve got yourself a deal.’

 

‘Good,’ I announced to them. ‘From here on out – this will be known as the Stansfield-Roebuck law firm. Have a good lunch everyone, and be sure to have that mess cleaned up.’

 

I began walking for the double doors, passing Terrence, who was snapping the bloody stiletto shut. I buttoned my suit jacket together and slipped out of the room. I had just made Johnny a richer man.

[Lochie_old]

Purple Nines should have Transfender while the Red Jacks should have like a Pay 'n Spray or something, maybe Import/Export if that isn't occupied by another gang.

[SloStenRacing]

Tril - Use spacing and spell check in the future. $21

 

Professor - $163, $157, $123 respectively ... 3 story total of $443

 

I will get around to do an update later as I have JUST finished reading all the previous BUYG threads and getting accurate story counts for future reference.

[CarlJohnson24]

SloSten can you give me 1 more chance in BUYG because you said in the Gang section that you said i was i bit of a spammer on BUYG.I'll do more the gang.