The Race of Honour Men
Slacker
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Chapter Summary:
a dealer return to work.
Disclaimer:
or any of the characters, expect for my own, and I am not making any profit
from this story. If you do steal anything I have written or any of my
characters, prepare to suffer.
Chapter Warnings:
Auto: Liberty City Stories, do not read this story. This chapter also includes
swearing.
All characters and events in this story are
fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events
that resemble or are in the same way in any stories or fanfictions, are purely
coincidental.
Notes:
I’m happy. I know this chapter is on the short side but I am posting chapters
according to missions and such.
Extra notes:
is kinda a sequel to Liberty City Stories so I will probably write it up as a
sequel called Sweet Revenge of Betrayal and I will write up a story of
Carah’s life before this called The Mafiosi Girl.
Many thanks to YouTube, Grand Theft Wiki and, of
course, Grand Theft Auto:
helping me with the actions and script and such.
The
Race of Honour Men
Chapter 2 –
Slacker
A few hours later,
after Toni had ridden around town to remember his bearings, he returned to
Vincenzo’s warehouse as he had inculcated earlier.
“We got a dealer,
working our Chinatown patch,” Vincenzo started as soon as Tony walked in,” The
lazy bastard ain’t brought any cash in, in days. Maybe needs some encouragement
to get off his ass and do some work. Acting like a bitch…he kinda reminds me of
you,”
Toni felt his
irritation nerve twitch again,” What are you trying to say?”
you to get over there and make sure this asshole starts bringing in some
goddamn money!” Vincenzo stated back angrily and sat back down in his chair as
Toni turned sharply on his heel and headed out the door and when back to work.
Toni climbed in
the Kuruma parked in the lane beside Vincenzo’s warehouse and pulled out into
the road. He steered the car around the bend and followed the road through
He dodged through the free spaces in the traffic and drove pass Punk Noodles
and through the lane into Saint Marks. He right into the road and followed it
all the way up the hill and turned into the car park opposite Salvatore’s
mansion. He spotted the dealer right away, a teenage black kid dressed in
hip-hop clothes, and advanced on him.
“So, Vincenzo
tells me you’re too chicken-shit to work your patch?”
“Hey man! I ain’t
no chicken-shit!” the dealer retorted back, then remembered his excuse,” I…er…been
ill is all!” He faked a cough to prove his point,” I’ll go back to work
tomorrow…or, maybe the day after,”
Toni wasn’t too
please with the results,” Oh, I think you’re going to work today…like it nor
not!”
Toni and the
dealer headed back inside the car and guided it back into the road down the
hill.
“Oh, man…I don’t
feel too good…I think I might have a fever or something…,” the dealer commented
as they rolled down the hill and into
Toni remained
silent and kept his eyes on the road. He headed into the Red Light District
when the dealer spoke up again.
“Listen man! I
told Vinnie already…Chinatown’s no go for the
moving in! If I go there, I’m a dead man!”
“Sure…sure…,” Toni
untruly reassured him as retraced his journey from the hidden lane into
“I’m telling you,
man! The Sindaccos are dealing!”
He turned right
and sped on up to the main road beside the bridge and pulled up to a gap
between the row of buildings. The dealer got out and approached his customer
and exchanged his drugs with the money. Toni watched them until the junkie left
and headed back for Vincenzo’s next assignment.