I was on my way to LA from Vallejo, like any other day. Made some cash of the dope I sold, and needed to bring my earnings to my bosses. Tonight however, was much different. I had heard of there was a new family that shot down mobsters and stole their drugs, and money, but I didn't believe it, and figured it was all rumors.

The highway was packed, so I decided to get off, and take the side streets to get to the HQ. While driving down the street, near the local strip club, I saw a familiar face. It was my good friend DavieG, next to a strip club as usual. I rolled down the window, and offered him a ride.

"Hey bro, need a ride?" I said.

"Shit, I was going to take the bus, but yea, thanks man!"

Davie got into the car, and we drove down a narrow street. Cars were blocking the way to the road I needed to drive down.

"What the hell? This shit looks suspicious man." Davie said.

"Yea, I know, but that's the only street that'll get us to the HQ." I responded.

A few minutes later, a group of about ten men came from surrounding buildings, and approached the car. Three of them took out weapons, and told us to exit the vehicle. Davie and I complied, seeing as it was only the two of us, against ten men. They went into my car, and took our drugs, money, and alcohol. They put it into their vehicles, and kept their guns aimed at us.

As they loaded their cars with our stuff, I noticed that their cars were filled with more cash and drugs, meaning we weren't the first ones that they hit. One of the men, I assume had to be the leader, allowed for his men to get into the cars, and he approached me, with two other men, and smiled.

"You pathetic mobsters should know by now that the we run these streets!"

One of his men pistol whipped Davie, knocking him to the ground, and the other shot me in the leg, leaving me on the ground as well. The leader seemed so familiar to me, but I blacked out, before I could think of who he was.

Later on, I woke up in my car, staring at some sorta safehouse. I looked to the driver's seat, and saw Davie looking angrily straight ahead.

"Where we at bro?" I asked,

"I followed them assholes to their safehouse." Davie answered then loaded his gun. "Let's get our shit back!"

I loaded my gun as well, opened the door, then stopped. I finally remembered who the guy was. He was the major boss of the Centrelli mob, a mob from Cuba.

"Wait bro, we're going to need some help, if we gonna get our shit, and whoever elses shit dat they took. Lets head to the HQ, and talk to the boss about this."

I got into the driver's seat, and drove to the HQ. If Don Centrelli was really trying to take over the mobs here in the US, then we're definitely going to help if anyone plans on surviving this upcoming war.

Dante stood from the car, we don't need any back up. Pulling a chicago typewritter from the back of the car, he said.

Lets just check some stuff out for now, and if anything gets dirty I think this baby here will solve the matters.

Tapping his gun with his free hand emplying it was his baby, he headed up to the side window of the house, trying not to be noticed as he gather himself a view of the inside scean. He seen about 11 guys, all armed to the T, flashing there guns, new toys, and drugs they had ocumulated.

Waving E over so he could see what was up, Dante took the look out making sure shit was clear.

40 reluctantly walked over to where Dante was. He wished Dante would've let him just drive off, they were nearly to the street, before he was told to turn back around. 40 loaded is Street Sweeper, and looked in, and saw what Dante saw. He looked down towards the docks,  and saw more men down there as well.

"Shit man, this place has to be loaded wit men. We need to.."

Something caught 40's eyes, that made him stop what he was saying. He saw a door open, and saw a room full of gold and diamonds.

"Yo bro, check it out!"

40 pointed towards the door, so Dante can see.

Dante, glanced over seeing the room full of jewlery. All he could think, was how nice it was this other mob gathered all this stuff together, for him, and how easy it was gona be to take it all. Hearing the storm door on the front of the house swing wide open Dante grabed E's shoulder and ducked for the bushes.

whispering Dante looked at E
We are gona get this stuff, and not just whats ours, we are taking all of it.
Lets head back to the HQ, we need a little planing and mapping out to do.
Besides we can't do this while they'er here.

Heading back to the car Dante was spoted by two men from inside the safe house.
Both E, and Dante, ran back to the car hoping in as bullets wizzed past there heads.
Putting the peddal to the metal, Dante drove away as fast as he could.

Looking at E, Dante whiped sweat from his brow,
Wooo! that was a close one there!

"Hell yea that shit was close!"

As Dante drove to the HQ, 40 thought about that room full of stuff.

"Dam bro, you know how much cash all dat shit would be worth?"

The two pulled into the HQ parking lot, and they got out the car. 40 yawned, and looked at Dante.

"Iight bro, you go discuss the shit with the boss, and some other members, and ill go get some supplies, like guns and shit. Meet back here in a few hours."

40 walked down the street to a gun store.

Hey, get a moving truck to, the biggest one you can find, And make sure those fier arms are silenced, we'er doing this in stealth.

Dante walked into the HQ, grabing a seat he looked around. He needed quick, strong muscle for this job.
Dante thought about the lay out of the house.

Speaking up, Dante got a couple mafiosos attention,
Alright, guys,
Im going to need a look out, and three or four guys to move stuff, you each will get 10% of the profit, and this is going to be big.

I'll explain everything later just come with me.

40 got to the gun store, and purchased a bunch of silenced weapons, some dynamite, and more stuff. After loading his car with the supplies, 40 spotted a big truck across the street. He found the driver, and "persuaded" the man to give the truck to him, by shooting him in the leg a few times.

40 drove back into the HQ parking lot, this time with the truck, and a bunch of weapons. He got out of the truck, and smiled at Dante, while pointing to the truck.

"How's all this?"

Looks good, it's almost night fall, and by the time we get there it will be good enoughf coverage to do what we need. Do you remember the rout we tooke home? I need you to drive, the boys and I will ride in the back.

As soon as we gett there back the truck up to the house.

Dante watched his guys load into the back of the old bread truck, then he hoped in and closed the doors.

40 loaded himself a gun, and hopped in the drivers seat. After getting the signal, he began to drive towards the hideout again. Finally, 40 rounded the corner, and stopped the car.

"Alright guys, we're here, are you sure you guys are ready?"

Dante walked up to 40 with a silenced snub nose .38 in hand.

Wheres the confidence? come on 40, lets go get this shit done.
Boys, you know how it gose, get all the Coke, and Heroin first, snag a handfull of guns.
and one room in particular, I need you to go in with trash bags, and bag all the money a cash you can.

Lets get this loaded up!! you have 15 minutes.

Dante had his gun ready as he busted through the front door, just for sucurity measures although he knew they left the house abandon, he was also worried it was a trap.
Dante keep one eye over his shoulder, as he grabed kilos of coke wrapped in sulifane.
These were drugs the cubans had sold at low cost, and went and retrived them to sell again. They were shady people, but had no clue whos toes they had steped on.

40 went a different route, and shot a few men down. He walked into the side door, and found his way to the Jewel Room. Upon entering, his eyes gleamed in the shine of the jewels.

"holy shit!"

After loading some jewels up, 40 was stopped the sound of a gun loading. He turned around and there stood a bunch of heavily armed men aiming right at 40.

Dante knew this shit was a trap, but he wasn't gona stop now. It was gona get real ugly real quick. Dante grabed a Kilo of heroin wrapped in surran wrap and smash it in one big dudes face. It broke open everywhere, maceing everyone who stood around. As the cubans hacked and chocked, Dante took the now broken surran wrap and tightend it around the biggest guys throught. While strangleing the guy he pull his .38 out and pressed the cold steal to his head.

You guys wana do this? I'll shoot, I have no fucking problem blowing his brains to each side of this room, back up now!!

C'mon bro
He said to E-40
grabe what you can and go get the truck started.

Another Cuban went for Dante, trying to grabe the gun, Dante shot the man he was strangeling then pointed the gun on the others.

You let us go free, or I'lll blow the rest of you away.

Dante back out of the house keeping his gun and eyes on the rest of the men.
After exiting the door he made a run for the truck and hoped in. He was supprised how much his guys had acctuly rounded up in such short time. They got away good, but he Dante knew this wasn't over, these Cubans play dirty, and he was gona have to watch his back for awhile.

"Thanks for your help back their Dante" - I said

We drove back to the HQ, and unloaded the truck. After unloading everything, Dante approached me.

"You look tired man, come crash at my crib, and head home tomorrow."

I got into Dante's car, and he drove home. As we approached his house, I smelt smoke, and saw fire.

"Oh shit!"

Dante's yell made me realize his house was on fire. I knew it was the Cubans.

"Fuckin' Cubans! We gotta get em bro!" - I yelled

Dante with fury in his eyes loaded his gun

Dante steped from the car, running to the door of the house, he held his gun ready in one hand, and pulled a hankerchife out with his other hand. Covering his mouth and nose, Dante kicked down the front door of his house, flames spewed from the door way, barging in he made his way through the house, the flicker of the fier light, barly lit the rooms enoughf to see through the thick smoke. He caughfed and hacked as he made his way into the bathroom, removing the back of the toilet top, he pulled 7 gold bars from inside the tank. He had always kept them there, incase of fier. Dante then grabe few other items, just an old family photo he stuffed into his breast pocket, and some other memorabilia from his child hood. Making his way back out the front of the house, Dante leaped from the front porch as the house colapsed, he didn't look back, he didn't even worrie what was gone. Hopping back into the awaiting car that still had E-40 sitting in the passanger seat. Dante heard sirens, cops cars, and fier trucks, he had no time for their bunch of questions, and nonesense bullshit. Dante was deffinatly not planing to get authoritys involved. He speed off into the night, looking in his rear view mirror for any short of fallowing lights, he glanced up at the large ball of smoke fourming about what he used to call home. Shaking his head he looked at E, as he put the car into fifth gear.

They wana play games, we will play some games. So what if they burnt down that old shack I called home. Pshhh, I got everything important out I needed, and we still have all thier stuff back at the HQ.

Dante thought to himself as he aimlessly drove around town, he thought good, long, and hard before he made his decision. Dante drove the car into the HQ parking lot, to check it out, make sure the head quaters hadn't been tampored with. Dante got out of the car, fixing his blazzer, and rolling his neck from side to side, he was stressed, but not angrey. "This was the way he chosse to live life, and these are consiquences you risk" he told himself. While sitting up against the hood of the car, Dante held up his hands.

Any ideas 40? I know what I wana do, but what about you?
They'er thinking they've got use.
Dante shooke his head.
Oh they are wrong, they are dead wrong. These guys are out to get what little they can off from as many people as possible. Going into hiding isn't gona push them outa town, they will find more victims, and it's not really my style anyway.
STanding up off the car, Dante started to nodd his head in confidence.
I've got it; What we'er going to do, the Cubans, when in town mostly stay in one area of the city. One specific hottle in that area, takes trade in's of anything with street value for a couple nights stay. We'er gona go scoop out the joint,
Pulling his .45 caliber from his left conceled holster he slid the hammer back till it clicked and was ready to fier.
We'er are gona scoop out the joint, and gona kid nap there main leader, use him as ransome to get what we want, and everything we want! The fun and games are over E, lets go do this.
Dante noded his head a quickly peeled out of the HQ parking lot.

40 loaded his gun as well, and peeled out of the parking lot, following Dante to his destination.

"I have no clue what he is doing." 40 thought, "but im going to have his back, at whatever he does."

Ariving at the M.L hottle, Dante slowly rolled by, looking for any signs of these guys. He looked for cars, faces, and any suspisiouse activity. The car rolled past the hottle lot, and Dante coasted threw a red light. Making a turn into a small grocery store parking lot, he parked in a space where no others were. Watching 40 roll up next to him, Dante rolled down his window.

Ok 40, Pointing to an area down the street that was dark and shawdowy. You see that down there, you go park there and turn off your lights. When you see thier Don walk accrosse the street, I want you to slowly roll up on him, and shine your brights.
While you distract and blind him, my Bodygaurds, and I will cuff him and throw him in the back off your car. Hey Donny Looking at one of his body gaurds You ride passanger with 40, keeps your eyes peeled for thsi guy.

Dante watched 40 roll down the block and park where he was instructed. He then parked his own vehicle down there block where it could go un-noticed. Standing from his car, Dante put his gun in the glve box, and removed a led pipe from his back seat. acompany with his body gaurds Dante walked up the block, he keep small distance from the hottle, and found a nice dark place hidden by trees to sit and wait.

40 nodded his head in agreement, and parked his car in the dark place. A few hours went by, and he finally saw the Don's car. Quickly he shined the lights on the Don, and blinded him temporarily.

Dante, and his bodyguards loaded the man in the back of 40's car. They all quickly drove away as the Don's men were trying to follow them into the dark night streets.