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Luis and Tony were back on the highway exiting Los Santos and into Blaine County, on their way to meet Martin.
"T, you really gotta be careful around this guy. Most powerful cartel boss in Mexico," Luis advised.
"Lou, you're worrying too much about this. It's either this or he burns our clubs down," Tony replied.
"Knowing Martin, he'll burn our clubs down anyway. Especially now that he knows we're entangled with an IAA agent,"
"So what? Marina's the one who set us up with him and if he fucks us, he's got the US government to deal with,"
"Tone, down there in Latin America they don't give a single fuck about the IAA, FIB, DEA, or nobody. You see what they do to people who piss 'em off?!" Luis yelled.
"Luis, you really gotta go to the day spa. Will improve your outlook on this thing called life," Tony advised.
"T. I'm only saying this because I don't want us to be shot and tortured before being thrown into acid or a roadside grave. Dios Mio. At least consider my thoughts with still being your bodyguard and business partner after all the shit we've been through," Luis insisted.
"Trust me, Lou. I am. It's just...I'd think you'd be like 'fuck it' at this point. Nothin' gets more terrifying than both the Families and Russians on your ass 24-7-365,"
"Alright, fine, boss. I'm willing to throw myself into the fucking acid. There, you happy?!"
"That's the spirit, Lou. Let's just see what Madrazo has to say for himself,"
Back in Los Santos
Marina was driving from yet another IAA meeting back to Maisonette. "You and Tony are fuck ups! You and Tony will get each other killed! You're ruining our fuckin' business. I'll tell you what I think of you, Luis."
Marina then pulled over next to the park across the street from the nightclub complex to have another snort of cocaine.
Marina took a deep snort before breathing. "Ahhhh....that's the stuff."
She decided to get out early, even if it meant quite a bit of walking in her brown high heel boots.
She slammed the door shut of her pink Deveste and strutted across the street.
Suddenly, a pedestrian in a mini-van slammed the brakes right in front of her. "Get off the road, you slut!"
Marina then walked over to the driver's side and peered into his window. "Excuse me?"
"I said GET OFF THE ROAD, YOU SLUT!" the man spat in her face.
Instantly did Marina's rage kick in as she opened the door and dragged the man out and slammed him onto the ground. "Call me a slut again! I double fucking dare you, you piece of shit!"
Marina began stomping and kicking the man several times, but then she heard a familiar voice. "Marina, what the living hell are you doing?!"
It was Vinnie, who had somehow heard the commotion across the backlot of the nightclub, rushing to get her off the man.
Vinnie hastily dragged Marina away from him as he hastily got up, got in his car, and sped off. "Crazy bitch!"
"You're lucky I didn't kill the asshole," Marina huffed, taking a deep breath.
"Marina Sanchez! Never thought I'd see the day you are back in our lives again," Vinnie laughed.
"Tell me about it, Vinnie. Where the fuck's Tony-"
Marina then glanced across the lot and saw both Keen and Marcus talking to some partygoers waiting outside the club. "What the fuck? Vinnie, you knew about this?"
"Knew about what? Oh....that's the new kid. 'The Shark' as he calls himself. Tony likes him already though," Vinnie explained.
"Thanks for that. Look, here's a thousand just for your trouble," Marina sighed as she gave him a bankroll of cash before storming towards the lot.
"Oh, one last thing, Sanchez," Vinnie replied.
"What's that?"
"Nice ass,"
"Whatever, pervert," she huffed as she continued walking towards Marcus.
Marina then hid next to the wall on the corner, peeking at Marcus and Keen guarding the front gate and chatting with some women.
"So, I'm chatting with this dude in the yard and-"
"Pst...Marcus, get your ass over here this instant before I fucking kill you!" Marina hissed in a whisper as Marcus turned around.
"Mark, who the hell's that?" Keen replied.
Marcus sighed. "Don't worry about it...I'll take care of it. Let these beautifuls in. I'll see y'all in a minute, girls. Takin' care of some business."
Marcus then walked around the corner and to his surprise, Marina was standing right there, tapping her boot and crossing her arms in an angry look.
"Marina, what are you doing here? Aren't you-"
"Shut up! What the hell are you doing here? You got some explaining to do, mister," Marina huffed.
"Uh...maintenance?" Marcus awkwardly smiled, shrugging his shoulders.
Marina then pushed onto him, slamming him against the wall. "Listen, Roach, I know you came by Tony's place this morning. Don't lie to me, Marcus. What did Tony offer you?"
"Alright, you got me. Mr. Prince offered me a job with him as a bodyguard. But...but, you said I needed to get on my feet and get a job, and I did, you know?" Marcus explained.
"How long have you been hanging with Luis?" Marina replied.
"Luis? I don't know-"
Marina then gave a harsh slap to Marcus's face. "Tell the goddamn truth, you cocksucker before I forcibly suck it for you!"
"Okay, okay! I first met him a few days ago-"
"This morning, you moron! Where did Tony send you two on this morning?"
"Fine...you really wanna know, huh?" Marcus sighed.
"Uh, huh,"
"So after the whole thing this morning between y'all, I came over to the house lookin' for you. But as usual, you're gone, so I meet Mr-"
"You can cut the 'Mr. Prince' bullshit, Roach,"
"Sorry. Anyway, we meet and he explains the whole deal between you and him-"
"That damn Lopez! Anyway, where the fuck did he send you off to?"
"We...we...may've gone to Martin Madrazo's house this morning-"
"That's it! Come with me. I've heard enough of this bullshit!" Marina insisted as she dragged him by his left wrist and hastily walked past Keen inside. "Hi Keen, bye Keen!"
"Marina? Where you-"
"No questions. Mr. Roach will be back out shortly," Marina said before hastily slamming the door.
Marina was at the pay-gate where a brunette awaited them. "And you are?" she asked.
"Listen, sweetheart. Here's a thousand dollars for your trouble. Let those sluts inside. Trust me, you're better off having this club be free outside the drinks and whatnot. No one pays to get inside a club! It's Twenty Fucking Eighteen, not Nineteen Fifty," Marina explained as she passed the bankroll of cash through the window.
"And what about Mr. Roach?"
"He's just fine. We got business to handle, don't we, Mr. Roach?" Marina winked at him.
Marcus looked at the brunette nervously. "Yeah...yeah, we do, Rachel, hehe."
"Ps, if anyone asks, I'm a guest of Mr. Prince," Marina replied.
"Why didn't you say so? Mr. Prince is-"
"I know, out right now. Tell the people to not bother and we're slipping into his office,"
"You got it,"
Marina and Marcus then walked their way through the somewhat lighter crowd, Marina pushing and slamming people out the way as usual before reaching the stairs.
"Marina, you okay? You seem-"
"I'm fine, Marcus. Let's just get upstairs," Marina hissed.
The couple walked up the DJ booth stairs and into the office, Marcus unlocking it with a key Tony had given him.
Marina looked around before prying the door shut. "So this is Tony's office, huh? First thing...where's Tony's pills?"
"His pills? Babe, what are you talkin' about? Are you coked up again?" Marcus suspected.
Marina walked over to one of Tony's drawers with an alcohol bottle on it. "I knew it. If he's drinking, his pills aren't far!"
"Marina, I don't think you should be searching through-"
"Oh, shut up, you baby! What are you gonna do, snitch on me? Snitches get stitches, Markie," Marina huffed as she ransacked through his drawers.
"Ah hah, I fucking knew it! Hypocritical lying, cheating bastard thinks he can tell me to get off the coke! That's funny! When he's still on these fucking pills!" Marina yelled, throwing one of the pill bottles at Marcus.
"Ow! Careful with that, babe! Ok, so you found out Tony Prince has a prescription drug problem, can we stop ransackin' his office?"
"And an alcohol problem. Asshole almost drank himself to death when he found out Ray Bulgarin was after him for the diamond deal," Marina explained.
"A diamond deal? A Russian?" Marcus asked in confusion.
"Never mind!" Marina replied.
"Marina, what's the real reason why you're here?" Marcus sternly asked, crossing his arms,
Marina then had a sly smile on her face with a flirting chuckle. "Oooohooooo...."
"What?" Marcus replied.
"You know what, Markie? Those arms...the way you cross your arms. It turns me on," Marina smiled, grabbing onto his arms.
"C'mon, Marina, now? This is work," Marcus insisted.
"And your boss, as you now know, is my ex. And you're my man...my big, strong, sexy man," Marina smiled as she pushed Marcus onto one of the couch chairs and climbed on top of him.
"Marina, this really isn't-" Marcus pled before being silenced by Marina's fingers on his lips. "Shush."
Marina unbuttoned her blue-tied shirt and lifted it even further than her already exposed belly, revealing her black bra and tattooed breasts. "How do you like these, Markie?"
"I don't know...they're pretty damn great, I guess?" Marcus replied, still unsure of himself.
"You know they're the best tits you've ever seen, get real! Now I'm turning around and I wanna see you react to this," Marina smiled as she turned around, flashing her leather ass in Marcus's face.
Marcus once again got that bulging feeling down in his pants, with Marina glancing at it. "Look at this. You like that, dontcha?"
"Yeah...I kinda do," Marcus smiled.
"There we go," Marina replied as she squatted down, her flag tattoo shining.
"Yeah...give me that ass," Marcus panted as he clasped onto her ass with both his hands.
"Now, unzip your jeans and let me put this booty on your sexy dick, muscles," Marina smiled as Marcus then unzipped his pants.
A house overlooking the North Bay of the Alamo Sea, Blaine County
Tony and Luis came up a remote desert road that bent and twisted over the hills covering the northern Alamo Sea just south of Mount Chiliad.
"Ah...Mount Chiliad, isn't beautiful, Luis?" Tony smiled as he peeked at the mountain.
"Yeah, very. Nothing says relaxing like the terrifying San Andreas wilderness," Luis replied.
"Luis, what did I just tell you?" Tony huffed.
"What? At least we're not arguing about getting killed, T. Maybe this could be your new summer getaway instead of the Caraways," Luis joked.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's just get this over with," Tony replied as they pulled up on a remote house overlooking the sea.
Awaiting them were two other parked cars and one of Madrazo's bodyguards with an AK47 in his hand.
"Hola, amigos!" the bodyguard waved.
"Hola, where's Senor Madrazo?" Luis asked.
"Boss is inside, Lopez. Oh and hello, maricón ," the guard smiled deviously at Tony as he walked away and knocked on the door.
"Luis, what was that?" Tony huffed.
"I don't think he likes you, Tone," Luis replied.
"Of course, he doesn't. Was hoping that I wouldn't be called a fag in Spanish,"
"Don't take it too personal, boss. We've been through worse,"
"I know,"
Luis and Tony then got out and walked to the door.
They waited another minute before seeing a pair of vicious eyes through the slip on the top of the door. "Lopez and Prince, si?"
"Si," Luis said.
Another ten or so seconds followed as the guard unlocked the door.
Standing there was a very muscular man with a scruffy beard and mustache. "Uh...hello? We're here to see Mr. Madrazo?"
Tony was nervous looking at the man. Would he and Luis make it out of here alive? In his head, he knew Luis was right. If this went wrong, they'd be savagely tortured, killed, and either thrown in acid or in a roadside grave .
"Come in," the guard hissed as he looked both directions outside before ushing them inside and locking back the door.
The guard then grabbed Tony by the arm. "Oh... Senor Tony Prince. Nice to meet you, amigo . You're lucky you and your friend here are seeking business with Senor Madrazo. If you weren't, I'd burn this building inside with you by now."
"Look, can we drop the tough guy act and just meet Mr. Madrazo, please, Senor -"
"Miguel. You're lucky I like you, Senor Luis Lopez. Boss is very high on you, the maricon, not so much. Anyway, he's downstairs. I'd get down there quickly before anything happens...oh and Mr. Prince, we don't like the color purple in these parts, so I'd change clothes next time you show up on our doorstep, eh?" Miguel smiled as he flashed his pistol.
Tony gulped. "I'll...keep that in mind. Thanks."
Luis and Tony looked around at the messy and somewhat falling apart interior of the house. They figured likely this was just a temporary hideaway of Madrazo's.
They then were ushed downstairs into a basement filled with bags of cocaine and messy tables. And sitting at the end of the main table was Martin, surrounded by two bodyguards.
"Hey, amigos!" Martin yelled, waving at Tony and Luis before yelling some inaudible commands in Spanish to his two guards.
Instantly did they pull up some chairs to Madrazo's left and right, and with Miguel ushering them behind, Luis and Tony slowly walked over to their seats and sat down.
"So...we meet again, Luis? You like my multi-million dollar estate?" Martin smiled.
"Yeah, it looks really good," Luis replied.
Martin then turned to Tony on his right. "So...Mr. Prince. Liberty's Nightclub Queen. Nice to meet you. Never knew you looked so stylish in person."
Tony then shook Martin's hand. "Thanks."
"So I understand you two got ran out of Liberty by both the Mafia and the Russians, si ?" Martin said.
Tony and Luis looked at each other with awkward smiles. "Not exactly."
"Mr. Lopez, that's not what we heard. I heard a guy by the name of Ray Bulgarin offered five million dollars for your heads in exchange for some stolen diamonds, and that the Ancelotti family was in on the plot," Martin continued.
"Mr. Madrazo, I'll admit that we may've had a bit of a problem with various Ancelotti members shaking our clubs down and that maybe Bulgarin may've had an interest, but Lou here...he scared them off with his usual 'let's shoot 'em up' shtick, yeah. Bang, bang! Hehe," Tony smiled awkwardly, doing a pistol motion with his fingers.
"Did you really scare them off, Mr. Lopez?" Martin looked with suspicion at Luis.
"Si. It was easy, even though they tried various tactics, like blaming us for the kidnapping of Gracie Ancelotti and blackmailing us into extorting a union guy with a golf game. But not even shooting up our clubs could stop us. Bulgarin went down with his private jet in smoke, and as for the Ancelottis, after their heroin deal got busted by some European, they got busted. Whole family either died or got arrested," Luis explained with a chuckle.
"I'm impressed, Mr. Lopez. I'm glad you two are here. Now onto the business. I have a favor to ask for you in return for that funding of our penthouse, when the casino opens up of course," Martin replied.
Tony and Luis again glared at each other worried looks.
"Sure...we'll do anything. Anything you want, Lou here can do," Tony hastily said.
"Very good. I'll get straight to it. You see, in our world of the cartels, it's all about the control, si? Except some...people don't understand loyalty and partnerships to prosper as they should. You're following me?"
"Yeah .Who's pissing you off this time?" Luis asked.
Martin then took out a photo of a blonde Mexican man. "Juan Gonzalez. Current leader of the Aztecas. You may've heard of them."
"Si," Luis replied.
"Luis, it would be wonderful if you explained to your boss here a quick background of these degenerates," Martin insisted as he handed Luis the photo.
"So, T. The little I know of the Aztecas is they're San Andreas' most prominent-"
"Not anymore, Lopez. I'll add something. Twenty years ago, there was a war in the 90s while we were still establishing ourselves back home between the Vagos and Aztecas for San Andreas' drug trade. Unfortunately for them, they lost and were kicked out of Los Santos, retreating up into this wasteland of a desert. Excuse my interruption, Luis," Martin replied.
"Ok...thanks for the info. But before that, they ran the Mexican underworld since roughly the 50s, I think. No wonder they're now leeching this wonderful desert community you have, Mr. Madrazo," Luis explained with a smile.
"And to finish, there was a certain mad-man...who I won't bring up for certain reasons, who drove them out when we moved in,"
"Look, this is a great history lesson and all, but can we get to the point, with all due respect," Tony said.
"Alright, alright. This Gonzalez fellow...let's just say he's wanting a comeback for the Aztecas in this state. Claims he'll wipe both us and the Vagos off the map once and for all. But that's not gonna happen. But we have another betrayer," Martin replied as he then pulled out a photo of a Salvadoran man with a white bandana on his face.
"Who's this?" Luis wondered.
"You see, that's the problem, Luis. We don't know, even with our spies and informants. He's only known as "The Boss" or 'El Jefe' and is from El Salvador. Runs a smaller gang called the Marabunta Grande. They're small-time, but they've made their presence known in the state recently by delivering migrant slave workers to the docks along with arms and coke shipments. Ones we should be controlling," Martin huffed.
"What about the Vagos?" Luis replied.
"I'm not too crazy about them either. They have a link to all of us cartels, not just us. Never know whose side they're on. But San Andreas' Vagos, we maintain a loose relationship via them controlling trafficking in the city. As long as I get my cut, I'm fine with them doing whatever. Anyway, I think you know the deal,"
"Let me guess. You want Gonzalez and this 'Boss' taken out, and in return, we get our penthouse?" Luis thought.
Martin then shook Luis's hand before turning with an angered frown to Tony. "You think smart, Luis. That's why I still like you...and of course, Mr. Prince, you'll have your penthouses, and maybe your second club financed. I'll think about it."
"Don't sit on it, too long. You know how our world is," Tony smiled awkwardly.
Suddenly, one of their bodyguards came rushing down the stairs. "Senor, senor Madrazo!"
"What, what?" Martin replied.
"I came as soon as I could...but the Aztecas. They're pulling up and they want blood," the guard said hastily, out of breath.
"Maldita sea!" Martin yelled before yelling more inaudible Spanish commands to his men as they got their guns ready and rushed upstairs.
Martin then rushed and gave Luis a golden AK47 with a flamethrower attachment. "Here, Luis. Help us defend! Don't let those bastards through!"
"Alright, you got it, Mr. Madrazo! T, stay here-"
"But Lou?!" Tony replied
"You'll be fine. Trust me! Vamos!" Luis yelled as he raced upstairs and outside.
Awaiting Luis and the guards was three cars with various gangsters pulling up. As they got out, shots fired and Luis got to work...
As usual, Spanish curse words and chants went flying mixed in with Luis's English as they put down the attackers.
Another wave of cars, including a truck with a .50 cal minigun came and as usual, they defeated the wave.
"Is that it, Miguel? Dios Mio," Luis panted as he took a breath next to Miguel.
"You did good, senor Lopez. We could really use someone like you," Miguel replied.
"Thanks, but no thanks," Luis sighed as Tony and Martin rushed out of the building.
"Luis and boys! Once again, you did a great service for Martin Madrazo! I'm gonna let you be on your way, but don't forget about our deal. I'll call you when we have any leads on either of the two traidores," Martin advised with a wave.
"Hehe, it was great talking to you and getting this deal done, Martin. Lou will do for us, guaranteed, yeah, bye-bye...c'mon let's get the hell out of here," Tony waved before whispering to Luis as they backed away and got back on the road.
"Oh my fucking God, Lou. We almost got killed in there!" Tony yelled.
"T, we did, but we're still in one piece for now," Luis replied.
"How the fuck do you know about the Aztecas and Vagos? Oh, that's right, you're Hispanic so of course, you'd know about them," Tony huffed.
"The Vagos? Definitely. They were in Liberty too if you recall. Armando and Henrique did a few deals with them. A few stupid ones," Luis chuckled.
"Yeah, but what about the Aztecas?" Tony worried,
"That's a bit of a problem, boss. I could've sworn they were wiped out when that Trevor Phillips nutjob pushed the guy's trailer into a river. But I guess not. Besides, Martin's the bigger threat, not them,"
"And that's what I'm worried about, Luis! I was lucky to escape that building alive. Did you see the muscles on that Miguel chump?"
"Yeah, but so what? If it comes down to it, we'll get him and Marcus in a cage fight, Marcus wins, right?" Luis laughed.
"I guess, but let's hope they don't kidnap him and Marina too and throw them into the same acid pool or roadside grave. The way they made fun of me for wearing purple in there-"
"T, it's done. For now. Look, Martin said if we help him kill these two fucks from Mexico and Salvador, we're good. Just gotta hope he comes up with his end of the bargain," Luis said with slight worry.
"Let's hope so...anyway, I'm calling Marina. Telling her the deal's done," Tony replied as he got on the phone...
In Tony's office: Maisonette LS
"Mmmmm....." Marina moaned as she blew Marcus down there, Marcus placing his hands on her ass.
For the last 30 minutes, Marina had performed her usual blowjob ritual on Marcus as he relaxed in the chair. "Ah....give it to me, baby. That feels so fuckin' good."
Suddenly, her phone buzzed right next to him on the table. "Babe, you want me to answer it?"
Marina answered with a muffled 'uh-huh' as Marcus picked up the phone, pressing her head down on his crotch.
"Yeah..." he gasped.
"Hello? Who's this on Marina's phone?"
"Yo, boss! How'd the meeting with you know who go?" Marcus asked.
"It went pretty good...anyway, why you have Marina's phone?"
Marcus gulped with worry on his face. "Uh...she left it by accident. Was just gonna take it to her, yeah, hehe...aw yeah...that's the stuff!"
"Kid, what the hell are you doing and where is Marina?" Tony insisted.
"Look, boss...I gotta go. Marina really needs her phone back...yes, give it to me, oh my God!" Marcus said with more gasps in his voice before hanging up.
"That son of a bitch! I know Marina and him are doing it in my office, Luis!" Tony yelled.
"In your office? Oh for fuck sake's, T. Please tell me she didn't find your pills or booze!" Luis replied in anger.
"That's the least of my problems! I can't believe this! I hired the kid who's fucking my ex. The one girl who I actually really cared about when I wasn't spooning with drag queens at Hercules! Luis, just drive!"
Twenty minutes followed as Luis and Tony raced back to the city and back to the nightclub.
They finally pulled up to the front of the club and hastily ran out of their car. "Luis, they better not be doing it in my office!"
"T, calm down! Don't be stupid!" Luis yelled, running after Tony.
They stopped and noticed that both Keen and Vinnie were gone along with likely all their customers, especially worrisome during this evening. "Dammit, Lou! They scared away the customers!"
"Maybe they're just running late. Maybe Keen and Vinnie got hammered drunk or in Vinnie's case, went to go snort some fuckin' coke? Get a grip, Tone!" Luis yelled as he shoved Tony to the wall.
"Okay, okay, Luis, I'm sorry! I'm just worried, that's all!" Tony cried.
Luis held his hands in Tony's face. "Look, we'll go inside, and if they wrecked the place, we'll kick em out of the joint and fire the kid, is that cool?"
"That's a great idea, Luis. Let's go," Tony replied as Luis let him go and opened the door for him.
They walked inside, noticing that even the club entry girl was gone. "Dammit, Lou! Rachel's gone...and there's a note. 'Tony, nothing personal, but for once, your ex is right. Maybe you oughta start charging more for drinks instead of entry into the club. By the way, hope you get your second club going soon. Love, Rachel."
Tony crumpled up the note and slammed it to the floor. "That bitch! She better not be...Marina?!"
"Boss, think about this! You sure you want to go through with it?!" Luis huffed as he stopped Tony before the dance floor.
"Look at this place, Lou-"
"Shush, T. Do you hear that?" Luis whispered as they looked around and listened.
As they crept up the DJ booth stairs, they could hear whispers and moans through the wall. "That's it! Marina! Kid! You better not be!"
Tony raced up the stairs and kicked the door open as he flashed his pistol at them.
Awaiting them was Marcus halfway asleep with Marina bobbing her head up and down on his exposed cock. "Ummmm...."
But to their shock and horror, Marina was half asleep as she blew him also.
Luis grabbed Tony's gun and snuck up to her, tapping on her shoulder.
"Why hello-" Marina smiled drunkenly as Luis delivered a harsh punch to her face, sending her flying down to the floor with hacking and coughing on her cum-filled face, also covering her nose in blood.
"Wake the fuck up, you crazy bitch!" Luis yelled as he laid his foot on her stomach. "Luis...why you gotta be so square..."
Tony then delivered a punch to Marcus's face as he came to, sending over onto the floor off the couch "OWWWWW....what happened?! Owww....my dick, my dick, my dick, hurts so much!!!!!"
"That's what happens when you cooperate with crazy broads who suck you the fuck off, kid!" Tony yelled, seeing his drawers wide open and his bottle of alcohol empty.
Marina then crawled up to Tony's feet and began weeping uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry, Tony! I wish we worked out! Please, sleep with me!"
Tony struggled to kick him off her before Luis pulled her away and gave another punch to her face. "C'mon, you crazy bitch!"
"Luis, I'm so sorry for everything! I'm fired aren't I?" Marcus sighed as he crawled up to grab his pants and underwear.
"I'm afraid so, kid. Now, get the hell dressed and get the hell out of here before I make you a dancer working for free at Hercules. NOW!" Tony yelled.
"Okay, okay, I'm going, Mr. Prince!" Marcus yelled as he ran out of the office, chucking tears.
"Lou, you mind dropping Marina home by her apartment? Obviously, she can't handle herself right now! Crazy bitch ruined my fucking place, Lou!" Tony asked in frustration.
"Let me guess. Give her the good ole 'damsel in distress' treatment?" Luis chuckled.
"No, Lou, not this time," Tony insisted.
"Tone, I'm doing it anyway. She's caused nothing but trouble for us since we got the fuck down here," Luis huffed as he carried the mumbling Marina over his shoulders and pressed the elevator button.
"Have it your way, sailor! I can't believe this! My pills are gone and everything!" Tony sighed before frantically looking through the looted drawers.
(Grand Theft Auto: The Ballad of Marina Sanchez-To be continued)