becci Posted May 30, 2025 Report Posted May 30, 2025 The Raid The approach It was a late night at the bank, Will was approached by [REDACTED]. ‘’Is Alistair around, I have something he might like’’ he told Will ‘’Tell him to meet me at Diner, I need to show him something.’’ After many minutes of anxiously waiting for the unknown individual, he arrived. ‘’I have information for you. Information you will love.’’ He told Alistair with a grin on his face. ‘’Such as?’’ Alistair began to question. ‘’For a certain amount of money I will tell you. For a bit more however I will help you out. Massively.’’ [REDACTED] said to Alistair. After a price was agreed and details were exchanged, Alistair and Will were taken to a location. Bo Bank’s house. The beef The beef between Bo and Alistair wasn’t gang related, it was personal. This information brought pure excitement and joy to Alistair. ‘’How do we get in?’’ Will questioned. ‘’Well that's what I help with’’ [REDACTED] stated whilst pulling a key out of his back pocket and with a quick unlock of the door, they were in. The raid Vending machines, safes, work benches all scattered around the kitchen full of items for them to take. A series of fake beard hair, guns and armour were favoured by the individuals. However they ran into a problem, a few of the safes were unlocked. Alistair tried to smash into them like he had done the vending machines. Useless. Not even a dent was made. They had to wait. And waiting is what they did. After a short period of time, Bo eventually walked in, but not alone. He had walked in confidently with an allie to his left and a bag full of guns. It was what they had been waiting for. They ordered them straight onto their knees. Fear and emotion rushed through Bo Banks, all his confident ‘aura’ had slipped between his fingers in such a short period of time. From bigging himself up to the other individual to then begging for them to leave in such a short period of time. Alistair then grabbed Bo and pushed him towards the two unlocked safes. ‘’UNLOCK THEM NOW!’’ Alistair ordered Bo with an AK Mk2 pointed at his skull. ‘’Okay, okay please don't shoot me’’ Bo said hesitantly. The safes swung open revealing many more guns and drugs inside. Alistair pushed Bo back onto the ground. ‘’Please leave, you have taken everything I have’’ Bo whimpered to Will, Alistair and [REDACTED]. After many statements were made to Bo, they left. They left with bags full of guns, drugs etc. Thanks to [REDACTED], the Mob finally got revenge on Bo. Revenge that was much deserved. 2 1 Quote
becci Posted June 12, 2025 Report Posted June 12, 2025 Awards Night The idea Since its formation, The Mob has consistently aimed to do more than just run the criminal underground: They have always aimed to host events that extend beyond internal affairs, bringing the wider community together. The intention was always simple: give the city something to do, regardless of where people stood politically, criminally, or professionally. That vision carried into the latest project, born during one of the mob’s routine command meetings. It was during one of these meetings that Will DaCosta suggested something huge: a city-wide awards night. Not a competition, not a turf war, but a celebration. Something lighthearted, something inclusive. The idea was met with interest across the board, and planning began shortly after. The planning The mob’s first task was to decide on the format. They agreed early on that it had to be about more than just recognizing their own. It needed to include everyone: medics, law enforcement, civilians, even rivals. The goal wasn’t to create more beef but to acknowledge the personalities that make the city what it is, for better or worse. A list of 25 categories was put together. Some were expected, such as Best Criminal, Best SD Officer, and Best Medic. Others leaned into the humor and social complexity of the city: Biggest Snitch, Biggest Gang-Hopper, Biggest Ego, and so on. It was a mix of respect, rivalry, and satire. Once the categories were finalized, the survey was distributed to as many people as possible. Members of the Mob took to the streets and their phones, reaching out to individuals and organizations alike. In total, just over 100 responses were collected, a number that exceeded what anyone had anticipated. The success The awards night itself was held on neutral ground at the Vinewood Bowl. This location was chosen carefully, and attendees were asked to leave personal conflicts at the door. For one evening, people who might normally meet on opposite ends of a barrel sat in the same general area, laughing, clapping, and occasionally groaning when a familiar name was called out for the wrong reasons. The event didn’t solve anything. It didn’t rewrite the politics of the city or end any feuds. But it wasn’t meant to. It was meant to bring people together, regardless of the colors or badge they wear, and this is what it accomplished. 6 Quote
becci Posted July 29, 2025 Report Posted July 29, 2025 Solving Issues The reasoning Since the conception of Eastside Mob one of their core values has been a zero tolerance towards snitches. Upon the recruitment of [REDACTED] the mob had been warned about this individuals past behaviour around cops. The mob are also about giving chances and gave [REDACTED] a chance to prove himself. The issue Another organisation had called [REDACTED] a snitch in passing and Leon decided to do some digging, questioning [REDACTED] on this accusation. He sang like a bird, explaining exactly what happened and why he did snitch. Becci overheard this conversation and knew [REDACTED] needed to be killed out of the mob. The solution Becci called Ozzy and [REDACTED] to the diner. After discussing the situation with Ozzy, he agreed that [REDACTED] needed to die. Becci told [REDACTED] to get into the trunk of her Terminus, to which he complied, and they set off to Cayo. Once arriving there, Becci ordered [REDACTED] out of the trunk and onto his knees, keeping her shotgun aimed at his head. Keeping the shotgun aimed at [REDACTED] carefully, she questioned him on the situation again. [REDACTED] tried to justify his actions and claim this was not an act of snitching. After a bit of back and forth and Becci attempting to educate [REDACTED] that his actions were in fact him being a snitch she finally had enough. After letting out a sigh and rolling her eyes at the stupidity infront of her, she pulled the trigger, her shotgun pellets hitting [REDACTED] in the face and killing him. 6 1 1 2 1 Quote
Jimmi Jones Posted August 12, 2025 Report Posted August 12, 2025 (edited) 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. 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. 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. Edited August 12, 2025 by Jimmi Jones 4 Quote
Jimmi Jones Posted August 26, 2025 Report Posted August 26, 2025 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. 5 Quote
becci Posted September 21, 2025 Report Posted September 21, 2025 The Funeral The heartbreak Becci awoke to the buzz of her phone on the nightstand. The light of the screen cut through the dark, blinding her tired eyes. She reached for it, expecting nothing more than a late message from one of the mob. But the words on the screen formed a lump in her throat. “Leon’s gone. He crashed his Whippet. He wasn’t wearing his helmet.” She didn't understand. Leon always wore his helmet, even when he wasn't on his bike. How could he forget his helmet? She sat pondering for a while before remembering Leon complaining of a fever and tiredness a couple of days before, he mentioned the Polish Flu going around and his brain had been hazy. The service Becci called the Mob to the Diner, informing them of Leon's tragic passing. The air thick with silence. She started planning what they would do to honour his memory. She pulled out a notepad and pen and began writing Leon's eulogy, asking the Mob for funny anecdotes and memories of Leon they could share. They all took a moment to remember him and the presence he brought to the Mob before beginning preparations. The Mob began at the diner, all wearing their finest suits and climbed into their vehicles, making their way to Del Perro Church where the service would be held. Flowers in hand and tears in their eyes, members of the Mob entered, filling the pews and the service commenced. Becci began by thanking all of the attendees for coming to celebrate the life of Leon Vespucci before Alex, a long time friend of Leon began his speech. Alex spoke about how Leon was willing to teach Alex all he could about the Mob, their values and their way of operation. Alex shared some fond memories of Leon, chuckling at the times they spent together over the years. The memorial After the ceremony and the burial of Leon's casket the Mob made their way back to the Diner to place a memorial down outside. They wanted a place to always be able to remember and pay respects to Leon and decided on his favourite place. 9 Quote
Jimmi Jones Posted September 28, 2025 Report Posted September 28, 2025 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. 6 Quote
SteakHappy Posted November 21, 2025 Report Posted November 21, 2025 Burying the hatchet Conflict has always been part of the Mob’s DNA. From the early days of pushing smaller gangs for recognition to the well-oiled machine that they now command, bloodshed has followed the Eastside Mob like a shadow… an inevitable byproduct of dominance. Among all the battles fought and all the bodies left behind, one rivalry always stood above the rest: ESM vs. The Empire. For as long as both organizations have existed, their feud carved itself into the streets. Territory clashes, drug lab ambushes, ego-driven standoffs… every encounter ignited gunfire. There were no warnings, no negotiations, no “maybe this time.” Peace talks were nothing more than wasted breath. Any attempt at a ceasefire was eventually choked out by the next transgression from either side. Yet in the chaos of their ongoing conflict, an undeniable truth emerged: The Eastside Mob and The Empire became the two most dominant forces in the city, albeit on opposite sides of the fence. But the city changes, and anyone who understands real power knows that you must change with it. New organizations rose from the cracks, strong in their own right, hungry for territory and recognition. The old days of clean ESM vs. Empire shootouts were over. Every time the two titans clashed, a third party showed up, spoiling operations, disrupting business, and threatening the messy balance both sides had fought to create. At some point, the conflict stopped being profitable, and that’s when leaders start thinking instead of shooting. So the mob set the table. A High Command meeting at the Eastside Diner. Empire invited. No guns under the table. No shit-talking. Just food, discussion, and the rare sight of both sides dropping their pride long enough to glimpse the bigger picture. The proverbial hatchet was buried. The Eastside Mob and Empire will remain the city’s dominant forces, not as rivals… but as allies. A new era begins, and the city will remember it. 8 1 2 Quote
becci Posted December 15, 2025 Report Posted December 15, 2025 Collecting Debts Alistair Vespucci awoke in his apartment expecting nothing more than another routine day in his role as Underboss of the mob. Almost immediately, something felt off. Still, he went about his morning as usual.... until he opened his gun safe. It was empty. A quick scan of the apartment revealed more items missing, all of them illegal in nature. Concerned, Alistair drove to the Eastside Diner, where the situation quickly became clearer. Other members of the mob had experienced the same thing: stashes emptied, weapons gone, contraband missing. Before long, it was discovered that ESM’s close ally, The Empire, had suffered identical losses. As members of both collectives gathered, confused and searching for answers, a note was discovered, clearly authored by [REDACTED]. The message identified the perpetrators as a known enemy of the author and confirmed their intentions for the day: the Eastside Mob and The Empire were the primary targets. The note also included a crucial detail: where they could be found. With little hesitation, members of both organizations mobilized and converged on the location: a cave, heavily fortified with complex booby traps, armed guards, and individuals equipped with heavy weaponry and body armor. Gunfire erupted. Several members were wounded in the assault, including the Mob’s leader, Callum Goat. Thanks to quick reactions and coordination, the injured were treated and survived. Deep within the cave, the objective was finally uncovered - a massive stockpile of weapons and ammunition, most of it belonging to members of The Eastside Mob and The Empire. Waiting there was [REDACTED], who oversaw the return of the stolen arms, bringing the operation to its conclusion. 7 Quote
becci Posted January 4 Report Posted January 4 Reaffirming the Alliance Ever since ESM and Empire became allied, there’s been a number of ways in which both gangs have helped each other out. One of those ways is by holding labs together. Although, not too often, when it does happen there are usually a lot of members from both gangs. ESM and Empire decided to hold Quarry lab together. After a while, OTF started scouting the lab, more and more OTF showed up which eventually led to cops scouting the lab. ESM and Empire decided to leave the lab to get away with the cooked drugs. As both gangs leave the area, the original OTF members who scouted the lab find 2 Empire members leaving and rob them. ESM and Empire decided to set up, as OTF were in the area and closeby. As time went on, the comms over freq were that cops were all coming into the place where ESM and Empire were set up. Both ESM and Empire decided to leave the area and set up at Humane. There were around 25 members holding the inside of Humane with many cops outside. As time went on, cops decided to push in, cops were going down and dying as well as ESM and Empire members. Eventually GOV and DOC were called to assist this situation. ESM and Empire had scouts on the outside of Humane to give those comms, this by definition was a "Code 1" situation. As both members of ESM and Empire were going down, as well as cops, the situation wasn’t looking pretty. Then, a radio call out from an Empire members on the outside said "OTF are here and want to help, can I give them freq?". Both gangs were initially apprehensive, OTF had got them into this situation to begin with. OTF were then given freq, OTF were tasked with dealing with anyone on the outside of Humane whilst ESM and Empire dealt with PD, SD, MD and DOC on the inside. The tactics used from all 3 gangs were flawless. All gangs thought there was a good chance of getting out of there. More and more cops were dying, and it looked like ESM and Empire could get out of Humane alive with the help of OTF. But as time went on, the manpower and weaponry seemed too much for all gangs. 8 1 Quote
Benjamin Berg Posted March 9 Report Posted March 9 (edited) New Ventures It was a dim and rainy evening in Los Santos, the perfect opportunity for the mob to hit its target. Ozzy isolated a target in the local mirror park area, a high volume store and gas station, two businesses for the price of one. He scouted the area in the cover of the darkness and downpour, analysing carefully for any out of the ordinary movements or transactions. Once he was sure that the store was safe to hit he called in the [REDACTED] brothers. They ran into the store armed with baseball bats and Pistol.50's and demanded the shopkeeper to put his hands up. Once Ozzy calmed the owner down and explained that he would be safe as long as he listened to the instructions, and they started to talk business The Eastside Mob are starting a new business venture, through racketeering. Ozzy warned the clerk that if he didn't hand over a sum of 15% of all profits every week, the shop would find itself in a perilous position. The shopkeeper hesitantly agreed and scheduled the time for the first hand over of the cash. Ozzy and [REDACTED] calmly fled from the shop, avoiding the police presence that was certain to arise from the situation, waiting to reap the rewards of their new found cash flow. Edited May 1 by Benjamin Berg 6 Quote
Benjamin Berg Posted May 2 Report Posted May 2 (edited) The Drivers Route *Bleep* *Bleep* *Bleep* Ozzy's phone ran. It was meridian. They dropped a location for a meeting and told him to bring the mob. The mob and its most trusted members showed up in the underground drift arena, for a secret meeting, ensuring that they were not followed. They handed over a map with a route planned out with simple instructions, intercept the security truck and take the rewards inside. The route made perfect sense and Ozzy set a plan in motion. They would attack the van by ramming and taking its tyres at a strategic point, a series of harsh turns in upper vinewood. Once the plan had been created, the mob waited patiently for the truck to pass by, effortlessly taking out its tyres and holding the two security drivers hostage. The truck was robbed to find a small quantity of top quality cocaine and some complex, top of the line encryption devices. The mob confiscated the drivers weapons, phones and recording devices, leaving only the bullet holes in the vehicle as evidence of any robbery taking place. Edited May 2 by Benjamin Berg 5 Quote
