Jimmi Jones

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Not sure I completely agree with the phone needing to be on for the GPS system in a vehicle to work. My phone can be off irl and my nav system still works in my irl car. This just makes sense in all honesty, add separate individual slots for GPS and Car Speaker in the same ui as the glovebox, still keeping the 10 vol and 6 slots within the glovebox itself.

Loyalty’s Burden The low hum of the vending machines ringing in Jimmi’s ears as he entered the Eastside Diner, raindrops falling as a cold drizzle slicked the cracked pavement. Inside, the back room smelled of stale smoke, leather, and cheap whiskey; the kind of place where whispers carried more weight than shouts. A single lamp threw long shadows across the table where Jimmi Jones sat, shoulders hunched, phone buzzing. The city outside moved fast, but in this room time felt heavy, as was the weight he felt thinking and reminiscing about his service within the Mob. Jimmi Jones sat alone in the dim back room of the Eastside Social Club, smoke curling from the tip of his cigarette. His phone buzzed again on the table. Another message. Another offer. Another gang promising him riches, power, or freedom from the old ways. [REDACTED]. [REDACTED]. [REDACTED]. The names blurred together into one, like a bad dream he couldn’t wake up from. He ran a hand over his face, feeling the weight of every whisper, every conversation behind closed doors. They all saw him as a prize to be poached, the one who’d built his name brick by brick with the Eastside Mob. But to Jimmi, it wasn’t just about reputation. It was about blood. About vows. About the family that had taken him in when no one else cared. Jimmi slumped into the chair’s worn leather, eyes fixed on nothing, his breath shallow as the words he’d lived by rattled in his skull. “I swear to be faithful to the Mob. If I were to betray, I will meet my death” He whispered it under his breath, almost like a prayer. They didn’t understand. These other gangs thought loyalty was a bargaining chip. They thought throwing him an offer would make him turn his back on grey. But to Jimmi Jones, leaving Eastside wasn’t just “switching gangs.” It was betraying a family. It was spitting on everything he’d bled for. He felt overwhelmed. Tired. Depressed even, at the constant tests of loyalty. But when he looked at the photographs on the wall, the old faces, the fallen soldiers, the ones who built the Mob long before him… he remembered who he was. Jimmi stood, crushing the cigarette in the ashtray, and turning off his phone. Even though he was alone, he could feel the weight of the command team’s eyes on him. Not just watching, but measuring. Word of the offers had spread like wildfire throughout the mob, and now every glance from the upper ranks felt like a silent question, every nod a quiet test. Even as a fully fledged member who held power within the Mob, he felt the old pressure rising in his chest, the need to prove, once again, that his loyalty wasn’t for sale and his blood still ran grey.

Huge +1, would love to see this implemented. Maybe even allow us to rotate and zoom in on the individual catalog items via holding right click and panning etc

goes crazy on mute

huge +1, this would be pretty useful in many situations

Makes a lot of sense for this to be a thing +1

The Calm Before the Storm The city was eerily still, the kind of silence that feels heavy, like the air itself was holding its breath. Los Santos, usually alive with the chaos of traffic and chatter, seemed frozen in time as the sun bled into the horizon, painting the sky in shades of deep orange and fading purple. At Mirror Park, the heart of the Eastside Mob, the crew stood gathered in the cooling evening air. With faces hardened and weapons ready, yet every heartbeat carried the weight of what was about to unfold. It was a moment suspended between peace and war, the calm before the storm, where every shadow seemed sharper and every sound carried meaning. As the light dimmed and night began to creep in, the Mob was ready to move, ready to strike first, knowing the city would not stay silent for long. The Execution Phase Callum Goat sat low in his Jugular, the engine rumbling quietly beneath him as his eyes flicked to the glowing clock on the dashboard. Each minute felt like an eternity, the weight of each mobster's lives pressing down on his shoulders heavier than ever before. When the moment finally came, he pressed the radio to his lips, his voice steady but carrying the raw edge of emotion. “Tonight, we show them who we are. No fear, no hesitation. We fight for each other, and we don’t stop until it’s done.” His words echoed through the airwaves, and for the Mob, it was all they needed, a spark that lit the fire in every heart waiting to follow him into the storm. Engines roared to life and the silence shattered, replaced by the thunder of wheels rolling out from Mirror Park. The crew moved as one, a convoy of steel and determination cutting through the streets, each man and woman knowing there was no turning back. The first strike had to be clean, decisive, and to send a message that Eastside Mob wasn’t here to bend or break. Callum’s Jugular led the pack, its headlights slicing through the night, guiding the Mob straight to their first move. The rooftop of the La Mesa building became their fortress. Every entry point was covered, rifles poised, the city skyline stretching behind them while the road to Bratva’s headquarters lay in plain sight below. From up there, ESM wasn’t just striking first, they were sending a message: the Mob was watching, waiting, and ready to choke Bratva’s movements before the real war had even truly begun. A Long War: Fought the Grey Way Since the beginning of the war, the difference in approach was clear. East Side Mob was hitting fast, hard, and making our presence known. We weren’t hiding in alleyways waiting for opportunities, we took the fight straight to their doorstep. While Bratva played a more lowkey and passive role. Rarely showing their faces when we were deep, they waited until the streets were quiet instead of standing their ground. Their strategy was to hide in the shadows and take cheap shots, hoping to avoid the heat of a real head on clash. ESM stayed aggressive, running coordinated plans, holding down the turf, and keeping the pressure. Our mob split into two, some ran offense, striking fast, while others played defense. Defense didn’t mean hiding. It meant chopping cars in broad daylight, robbing your favorite corner stores, spraying our name on your block, and locking down POIs like they belonged to us. We didn’t sit in alleys waiting for the numbers to line up, we brought the fight straight to their doorstep and dared them to push back. In the end, the history books will remember it like this, Bratva hid while the East Side Mob hunted. We moved with coordinated pushes, calculated risks, and a hunger to dominate every block. The war played out like a slow burn but it was clear who was writing the story and who was just trying not to be forgotten.

LOYALTY ABOVE ALL That’s the foundation the East Side Mob was built on. When one of our own steps out of line, it doesn’t just reflect on them, it reflects on the entire Mob. Recently, tensions flared between ESM and the Rooks after one of our members went off colors and robbed an ally. That kind of disrespect goes against everything we stand for. Because of that, an emergency meeting with the Rooks was called. Tensions ran hot, but both sides came to the table with the same goal, which was to preserve the alliance and squash the tension before it turned bloody. Relationship Turmoil The Rooks made their position clear, trust had been broken, and they stood firm on it. ESM leadership responded with accountability and respect. The member responsible was immediately demoted which was a hard but necessary lesson. Which also sends out the message that loyalty isn’t optional here. We’re not just a mob, we’re a family. And when someone disrespects another family, we make it right. Let it be known: we don’t protect snakes, and we don’t fold under pressure. We handle ours with respect, discipline, and integrity. The result? Alliance preserved. Standards raised. Preventative measures locked in. East Side Mob. Loyalty above all.

huge +1

Dropped to 195k

Dropped to 205k ono

215k or nearest offer. 5183727 for offers.

5183727 cuh

Texted.

+1 Love the ideas. The UI is technically already there with the "frisk" UI, which if taken into consideration and some tweaks it could work.

bump - open to offers or trades.

starting at 1.1m, open to offers though

Bump

big +1

Love this idea John, definitely think it could bring a lot of great opportunities to the city.

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text me.

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