La Stidda

[GodDammitKopi]

 

 

 

 

La Stidda

Origin

Following the death of his brother and best friend, Quill Bridge found himself fleeing to the town of Argigento, Italy.  It is here where he befriends an elderly man, Salvatore Florio, Consigliere to La Stidda.  Quill studies Salvatore and La Stidda's ways, a different way of the life than he is used to.  Crime is done with stealth, precision, and with an iron fist.  After several months of personal healing, and shadowing of the La Stidda way.  Quill proposes to Salvatore an expansion of La Stidda into Los Santos as Salvatore's final hurrah prior to retirement.  Salvatore agrees to nothing more than a meeting with the groups Capos.

During their meeting, Quill's offer is declined from the La Stidda brass. However, during further conversation, the group realizes the passion in Quill's eyes of bringing the La Stidda way to the United States. After the several hour meeting, it is agreed upon that Quill with return to Los Santos and start an organization and after some time they will visit and decide if they wish to bless his group with the La Stidda name or not. 

For the first time since Chris's death, Quill can feel the burn of desire in the pit of his stomach.  Some days later, as he's boarding a plane to LSIA, he sends a group text to a few old friends.  "Meet me at [redacted] in exactly 36 hours.  I'm coming home.  We have work to do."

Vision

La Stidda aims to change the city’s criminal underbelly for good.  La Stidda considers crime a form of art which should focus on seamless execution, precision, and intelligence unlike other organizations who thrive on loud displays of power, bloodshed, and chaos. La Stidda’s operation runs on three key components: discipline, discretion, and distance. For each mission, there is meticulous planning. They conduct days or  weeks of surveillance, chart every escape route, and plan for every possible disruption.  Their mission is to earn the right to bear the La Stidda name permanently by building strong allied relationships, building a network of criminals who will honor the La Stidda code, and slowly build a strong a withstanding empire within the streets of Los Santos and beyond.

Goals

Short Term
Build a roster of intelligent, like-minded members who will honor the La Stidda way.
Establish a territory including a location to utilize as HQ.
Develop mutually beneficial business relationships with other organizations.
Establish a legal business operation to help facilitate both legal & illegal activities.

Long Term
Expand within Little Seoul and the western side of the city.
Establish Cartel connections.
Build a treasury to fund various aspects of the business.
Earn the right to bear the name La Stidda permanently.

Hierarchy

Sovereign - Boss & leader of the operation. 
Seraph - The right hand to the Sovereign the most trusted member entrusted to make important decisions in the Sovereign's absence. 
Shroud - Trusted to keep day to day operations running smoothly and members in check 
Sentinel - A trusted and respected member has proven that they are fully capable of representing La Stidda. 
Operator - Has shown dedication to what La Stidda stands for, willing to conduct operation. 
Courier - Has learned the basics on how to La Stidda operates and is being brought closer to the family. 
Initiate - A new potential addition to the gang expected to observe and learn how to conduct themselves.

Requirements

Minimum 25,000 xp.
Clean admin record within the last 30 days.
Maintain high roleplay standards with all parties at all times.
Understanding that you will not always win an outcome and accepts that RP will not always result in positive outcome for your character and/or fellow faction members.
Contributes positively to the community with both IC and OOC attitude & actions.

 

[GodDammitKopi]

 

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The phone next to Quill’s face lights up. “Who the fuck is calling me at 3 am? This shit can fucking wait until the morning,” Quill thinks to himself, grumbling as he turns over.

 

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The phone lights up again. “I swear to fucking god, this call better be fucking important.” Grumbling, Quill picks up his phone, “WHAT? You know what fucking time it is? Fucking calling me at 3 am? This better be fuck-.” HIs words cut short as he drops his phone to the ground, slipping into his Uggies, putting them into Sport Mode, he takes off out of the apartment in his Hot Wheels onesie.

 

“This can’t be true. There’s no way this is true. Someone’s just fucking with me,” Quill says to himself, as he jumped into his car, speeding down San Andreas. The city's street lights are just a blur as he rips his car through the rain soaked streets towards Pillbox. “This has to be a fucking joke.” Driving on autopilot, a trip he’s made hundreds of times, he makes it towards Pillbox, jumping out of the car, forgetting to turn off the engine and running inside.

 

Pushing past the nurses, the patients, the family waiting to hear about their loved ones in the lobby, he makes his way to the front desk. “Where is he? Where is my brother? I was told he was here,” Quill hastily demands from the receptionist. “Mr. Bridge,” a soft, and shaky voice calls out to him from the doors in the back of Pillbox Medical, “We’ve been expecting you. Please, can you follow me?” The doctor, standing there with a clipboard in his hand, adjusts his glasses on his face, swallows hard. He’s a man who has dealt with gang members in this city many times. He knows their reactions can end up violent if not treated gingerly. He knows not approaching this delicately will end up with him having a broken finger, nose, black eye, something along those lines. Anger misdirected.

 

Following the Doctor through the double doors, and down a corridor, Quill is led to the one place in the hospital he doesn’t want to see. “This can’t be true. No, this is just still a bad dream,” Quill thinks to himself as he mindlessly walks through the doors into the morgue. He makes his way  to the steel table, as reality slaps him hard in the face. A body lay still, a white sheet covering it, another doctor in the room standing over it, refusing to make eye contact. “Is this him?” she asks, as she slowly moves the sheet from covering the head.

 

Chris Bridge lies there, eyes closed, mouth shut, chest steady. “No… t-this can’t be happening,” Quill blurts out, “This is a sick joke, right?” The doctor, holding the sheet in her hands, looks up at him, frowning. “This isn’t a joke, love. I’m sorry, but is this Christopher Bridge?” she asks softly. The room around him begins spinning. Voices can be heard, however Quill can’t make it out. Is it directed towards him? Is it someone else? Everything sounds muffled. “Mr. Bridge?” the doctor asks once more. Quill, looks up, and slowly nods.

 

Standing in front of the glass windows in his apartment, Quill looks out over the city. He doesn’t remember what happened after confirming the body. No memory of how he got home, the phone calls he made, why his clothes were wet from the rain. “He’s gone,” Quill thought to himself as he stared out into the distance. The man who had brought Quill into OTF, the man he looked to for guidance, the man who held a seat next to him during their meetings, now gone.

 

The next week for Quill was nothing short of a blur. The day of the funeral, Quill sat in the chair, listening to the words of the eulogy that were just muted echoes mixed with static. Attention grabs him, as the casket is slowly lowered into the ground. Seeing the first shovel of dirt tossed onto the casket caused something in Quill’s brain to snap. “I have to get out of here,” he thought to himself, “I have to leave now.” 

 

Following the funeral, Quill’s brought back to his apartment. Heading inside, Quill grabs his passport, and rushes out of the apartment. Running down towards Los Santos Airport, he buys a one-way ticket to Italy.

[GodDammitKopi]

 

Several months have passed since he arrived in Italy. Wandering from town to town in this foreign country, Quill eventually settled into an apartment in Agrigento. His attitude towards everything changed. Moving from being bolstered by loudly demanding respect because of who he was, he took a more reserved approach when interacting with other individuals in this town. Not wanting to draw attention to himself, Quill kept quiet, and to himself. Eventually, he developed a routine; he’d wake up, go to the corner cafe to have breakfast, then wander throughout the city. Argigento is a vastly different atmosphere from Los Santos. It’ll take some time to acclimate, but he slowly came to.

 

A criminal's mind is never at rest. You always need to be 2 steps ahead of the game, you need to anticipate anything and everything. This is what Chris taught him. This is how Chris always lived. Quill always kept an eye on people as he wandered through the town, taking in the way they moved, the way they conducted business, and how they carried themselves. However, one man always caught Quill’s attention, an elderly man at the corner cafe where Quill had breakfast. Italians are known to give respect to the elderly, this is something he discovered quickly as he traveled throughout the country, however the respect this man received was different. Whenever he came to this cafe, no matter how busy the cafe was, there was always a table for him. The staff would always greet him with warm smiles, talk to him with gusto, and anyone who sought an audience with him, was always met with an open ear.

 

From afar Quill would watch wondering who this man was and why he seemed to demand such respect. Something about the gentleman felt off. Was it his imagination? Was he just over thinking things? There was something about this man, some sort of aura about him that Quill just couldn't grasp. Doing his best to not draw attention, Quill would continue to watch and ponder on the significance of this man. Quill may have not been as subtle as he once thought as one day while he sat in the Cafe a large man approached his table. “He wishes to speak with you.” Quill, looking up from his breakfast, speaking in a manner in which he knew otherwise not to, “Who? I don’t know anyone here, leave me be.” The large man places his hands on the table, leaning towards Quill, his face only a foot away growls out the words "He wishes to speak with you. Leave your plate, and go take a seat."

 

Quill takes his napkin from his lap, setting it next to his plate, and quickly stands. The large man turns away from Quill, and guides him to the table where the gentleman is seated. As Quill approaches the table, the elderly gentleman's eyes look up towards Quill, his face barely shifting, as he sets the cup down softly back in its saucer. "Please, have a seat," the gentleman says to Quill. The way the gentleman spoke was in a gentle manner, yet the way the words were said didn't imply a suggestion, but instead, a direct order.

 

Quill pulls out the chair, the motion implying that this is the first time he's been spoken to like this, as the elderly gentleman pulls out his cigarette case, removing a cigarette, and lighting it with a beautiful embroidered lighter. The gentleman takes a drag of his cigarette and rests it on the side of his saucer, and looks at Quill. "Young man, I know you've been watching me for a few weeks now. It's apparent that you've been seeking an audience. Now, don't you think it would be impolite to not introduce yourself?" Again, the manner in which the gentleman speaks, his words provoke opportunity, yet instill it as a command.

 

Sitting in the chair, Quill grips the Hot Wheel that's in his pocket, feeling the gaze from the gentleman, soft yet assertive gaze, he looks down and mumbles "Quill." The words escape his mouth, spoken as if he was a 1 year old learning what others call him. The feeling of dread began to build up inside of Quill's mind, thinking that this was the opportunity he was hoping for, and yet his confidence diminished to nothing. "Quill? Tell me, is that how you got here?". The gentleman speaks with a softness in his voice, and continues, "I know you're not a native to this town, Little Bird. I know everyone in this town. Those that need me, see me, and those that don't walk by. As you've been watching me, it seems to fit into the category of needing something from me. So tell me, what is it you need?"

 

Quill, still rolling the plastic wheels of his Hot Wheel in his hand, slowly looks up, and meets the elderly gentleman's soft gaze. There was something about the gentleman's face, his expression, something that for the first time since leaving Los Santos, gave Quill a wave of relief and provided him with the feeling of safety. To Quill, the man appeared as a father figure, a man with purpose, a man of importance, a man that can be trusted and to guide Quill. 

 

Before giving it a second thought, Quill began to speak about his home. Talking about his life with his gang OTF, about his brother Chris, about why he left to come to Italy. As Quill told his story, the elderly gentleman listened intently. Puffing on his cigarette, he never once spoke, he never once drank from his coffee that is now getting cold, he never once attempted to interrupt Quill. Finishing his story, Quill took a deep breath, the sun overhead indicating that an hour had passed since he first sat down, his mouth dry from talking, and closed his mouth to study the gentleman.

 

The gentleman snuffs out his 2nd cigarette in his saucer, and for the first time in what felt like days, says "That is quite the story. The hardships that you've had to endure, and overcome. The events that caused you to shut yourself in. Yet still, you found the courage to emerge, and to escape." Quill, slowly nodding not even realizing he was doing so, slowly stands up from his seat. He looks back at the elderly gentleman's face once more, another wave of relief washes over him, as he loosely shrugs his shoulder. "Thanks for hearing my story. I'll leave you to your day. I'm sorry if I've disturbed your morning plans." Quill in a slow but swift motion turns, and quietly leaves the cafe.

[GodDammitKopi]

As Quill moved about the remainder of the day, a sense of dread loomed overhead. “Why did I talk so much? Why did I tell this man these things?”, Quill thought to himself. Thinking back to the conversation with the elderly gentleman, there was something about him that just made him feel familiar. “He didn’t say much at all, but his words had such power behind them. He just felt trustworthy. The guy probably thinks I’m just some crazy person or someone seeking attention.” Quill continued to dwell on the conversation that took place, making his way back to his apartment, turning in for the night.

The next morning, as Quill stepped out of bed, making way to the bedroom window, he opened the blinds to overlook the quiet Italian town. The same scene that he’s seen every morning when he wakes up takes him in as he scans the horizon, however one thing looks out of place. In front of his apartment was a Black luxury vehicle, polished to a perfection, beautiful silver rims, blacked out windows, and it was sitting there with the engine idling. KNOCK KNOCK A loud pounding on the door echoes through his apartment. Startled, Quill approaches the front door, slowly opening it, as he finds himself face to face with the same large man from the cafe the day before. “He wants to talk to you. You have 5 minutes,” the man grunts, closing the door as if Quill had bothered the man at his own home.

A little shaken up by the man's words, he quickly scrambles to grab a fresh set of clothes, looking in the mirror to address his ruffled up hair, and makes his way out of his apartment. Hesitating a moment, he reaches into his pocket again, gripping at the Hot Wheel within it for comfort, and opens up the door leading out onto the street. Looking up and down the street, he slowly approaches the black car. The large man steps out from the passenger seat, approaches Quill once more, and says, “Get in.” The man opens the back door to the vehicle, and inside, Quill sees the elderly gentleman sitting there, grasping to his cane, as a warm smile builds on his face.

The elderly gentleman, clutching to his cane, looks at Quill with a warm, inviting smile. The kind of smile that a father would give to their child when they get home from school after having a bad day. He speaks first, saying to Quill, “Please step inside, Little Bird. There’s something I want to show you. Your wings were clipped, but I know we can fix that.” The words pierce right through Quill. “Is this it? Is this how it ends for me? Stupid Quill. I never should have spilled my story onto him. Fuck, man,” Quill thinks. However, despite his thoughts protesting, his body instinctively enters the vehicle, the door with a hard, but satisfying thunk closes behind him, and the car lurches off towards the hill side. Watching as they leave the small, quiet town, heading down a country road, the silence in the car begins to fill Quill with a sense of security. The gentleman breaks the silence about an hour in, as they approach a large beautiful gated house in the countryside, “You will learn to fly once more, Little Bird.”

[SquirtleSquad]

 

2 Fries and a Water

After moving to Los Santos from Chicago, Thea decided to see what opportunities the city had to offer. She started off working road-construction, which she found to be tedious, boring, and full of assholes. The biggest annoyance was from other construction workers hitting on her, random people who would drive through zones at high speeds almost killing her, and an instance where a medic thought it would be funny to spray her with a fire extinguisher. "Fuck this shit," she says under her bandana. Thea packs up her Issi, and makes her way to Burgershot. The place appeared to be very busy, with a constant flow of customers placing orders, and leaving. "This job surely can't be as bad as construction work," she thinks as she heads inside and fills out her application.

She was wrong, dead wrong. Her first day working there, she witnessed one of the weirdest moments of her life; a co-worker who was caught talking shit to the wrong people, was taken into the freezer where she heard him being told to beg for his life by barking like a dog on all fours. Listening to this person crying as he begs for his life, she heard two gunshots, and the individuals leaving the freezer without that co-worker. She ignored it, and moved on with the shift knowing it's best to not involve yourself in affairs that are not your own. The last straw for Thea were customers coming in, blood-soaked bandages covering their arms, torso, head, and neck, blood still clotting, and they'd always ask for the same thing, "2 fries and a water."

One night a vehicle outside of BurgerShot caught Thea's eye. She's always had an interest in sports cars, and muscle cars. She decided to take a break from work, and stepped outside to talk with him about his TenF Widebody. As they talked, he appeared to be a rather interesting person who knew how to keep a conversation going. He asked her whether she liked working here or not. "Fuck this place. If I hear an order for 2 fries and a water one more time, I'm going to off myself," she tells him. He informs her that there are way easier ways to make money in this city. "There's money just out there ready for those with the ambition to take it. You're going to have to work for it. I'm working on something; give me your number, and I'll hit you up in a few days," he says. She gave him her number, and he told her, "I'm Q, by the way." She tells him that her name is "T". After a quick nod, he drives off from BurgerShot, leaving her there to continue with her job.

Two weeks go by, and there's no word from this man, this was until one day while she's out looking for other jobs, that she receives a text. It's from "Q" asking her if she wants to go out and make some real money. Q tells her to meet him at City Parking where he'll be waiting in a truck. Upon arriving, she sees he's with another man, and she steps inside the truck. They tell her that the plan was to go out and chop vehicles. Thea's never done anything like this. Sure, she's picked her fair share of vehicles back home to sleep in for the night, and she's watched enough videos about hotwiring a car, but never really thought about dismantling them. They drive in search of their first vehicle, and after finding one, they take her into a nearby alleyway, they show her how to position the jack, how to use the wrench to remove the doors, the hood, the trunk, and lug wrench to remove the tires. They also show her where she can speak with someone who is willing to pay cash for these car parts. After all this, they approached the second car, they turned to her and said, "Your turn."

Nervous, she stands in front of a 4-door SUV. She takes out her lockpicks and begins to work at the door's keyhole. Thea takes a few minutes, but she's able to finally rake that last pin and turn the lock, opening the car door. Stepping inside, she pulls out the bottom panel of the dashboard and begins looking for the wires. "Was it the green one that you fused to the white one?" she asks herself. Again, another few minutes, almost setting off the car's alarm, she hears the sweet sounds of victory as the large V8 engine roars to life. Calming her nerves and steadying her hand, she puts the car into gear and follows Q and the mystery man to another alleyway where they begin to chop their next car.

As Thea started working on dismantling vehicles, she noticed that she was entering a flow state. Removing the tires, the hood, the trunk, the doors, it all came easy to her, and she was dismantling them swiftly. This kicked off a high that she's heard others who've done drugs explain to her. The feeling was exhilarating. It wasn't long until Thea started spending every night driving through the city looking for her next victim.

One night, she was so engrossed in dismantling cars that she barely heard her name being called over the radio. Q was looking for her. She informed him that she was in a parking garage, working on a car. Arriving, he steps back a moment, smiling at the sight before him: 2 dismantled cars and Thea working on a 3rd one. "This is good work. You really seem to enjoy pulling these apart," he asks. Thea, wiping some grease off her forehead on her sleeve, looks at him nodding, as she loosens the last bolt on the door, pulling it off. "Yeah, I've lost count, but I think I've taken apart 7 or 8 cars tonight."

She'd found her calling, her passion, her new line of "bidness."

[Odinn]

 

 

Building Blocks

 

La Stidda, calling Little Seoul home, made quick work of building relations with other organizations.

 

Meetings occurred almost daily, ranging from organizations such as the Rooks, all the way to Bratva and Milestone Rogues.

 

La Stidda had one goal in mind - remain as neutral as they can, with as many as they can.

The first group La Stidda established contact with was ENVY. Together, they targeted stores, banks, and other similar establishments. ENVY was the first organization to provide shipment space for a tool chest, which enabled La Stidda to set up their own workshop.

 

As a result, the shop opened quickly, allowing them to acquire parts and supply ENVY, as well as various other gangs, with car parts. This arrangement helped members earn money and fostered better internal relationships.

 

However, being based in Little Seoul, one organization peaked their interest of being higher priority to form an alliance with - The Shadows.

 

The Shadows, being La Stidda's closest neighbor, residing only a block south in Vespucci, are deemed to be one of their most valuable alliances.

 

Nathaniel Luceran, fortunately gained a legal front before his brother Quill approached him with the idea of La Stidda.

 

This allowed him to work closely with [REDACTED] a member of command of The Shadows.

 

This personal connection between [REDACTED] and Nathaniel, proved itself to be quite invaluable, allowing the two organizations to arrange a meeting swiftly.

 

During this meeting, La Stidda and The Shadows laid out the ground rules, namely ensuring that we won't be affecting their turf, and that we would be willing to supply them with resources for their men with feet on the ground.

 

In turn [REDACTED] offered firearms, and other supplies at a discounted rate, allowing La Stidda, and its member's to indulge in the criminal world.     

 

Cash quickly started flowing from La Stidda, to the Shadows, resulting in hundreds of thousands of dollars to move between the two organizations within the first 2 months.

 

Quill and Nathaniel had the opportunity to conduct another transaction with the Shadows, primarily with [REDACTED]. Phone calls were made, prices were negotiated, and finally a deal was struck.

 

Quill, Nathaniel, and [REDACTED] met up, cash was transferred, and so were the firearms. [REDACTED] was also kind enough to give both Quill and Nathaniel a rundown of these firearms, as they both never held these particular illegal devices.

 

“I know you probably think of this of an up close and personal one, but trust me, treat this as a mid to far-range gun” [REDACTED] said “If you're in their face, use a Micro”

 

The deal went down, without a hitch, and set a precedent for the future relations between La Stidda, and their closest neighbors, The Shadows.

[/spoiler]

[Dred]

 

 

“Bzzz” goes the phone, as it knocks itself onto the floor.

 

"Who could be calling me at such an ungodly hour? Anyone who knows me knows better?”, says Jinx.

 

Looking at the called ID, she reads the words “QB”. Quickly remembering the last conversation that they had together, her thoughts begin to race as this can’t mean something good. Last time they spoke, it was about how their brother was pronounced dead.Picking up the phone, the familiar voice welcomed her, asking for a chance to meet up and talk. The conversation itself filled her with promises to utilize her expertise, agreeing to meet with Quill to discuss these prospects.

 

Three days pass since the initial phone call, Jinx climbs out of bed, getting herself ready to meet with her brother. Upon seeing him, their conversations started off being soft hearted, catching up on past times, and where they’ve both been since their last talk. However, the question was still in her head, and so, she just got straight to the point. “What do you actually want me for?” Jinx asked. Quill paused, and began to lay out his plans for his new organization. He explained how he had been in Italy for the last several months, and that he wants her to help him build up this new enterprise. He explains how her abilities to outsource and gain information is useful, in addition to her skills when it comes to stealing cars will really help the organization getting off the ground.

 

Jinx, pondering and processing this information, agrees to assist, however they both work out a set of terms between the two of them.

 

Over the next few weeks, Jinx set out to do what they agreed upon. She worked alongside her longtime friend, Chrissy, to ensure the new operations were running smoothly. She helped to ensure everyone knows their role, and their part within the new organization. She sought out to teach the recruited members how to properly jack cars, how to dismantle them without raising eyebrows. She helped to set up and run internal meetings, helped to ensure that everyone was operating on maximum efficiency.

 

Another two weeks pass, while driving around looking for new labs with Marty, they both encounter a group of people in a Kamacho. Introducing themselves, they learned that this group calls themselves “Milestone Rogues.” They also learned that two of the individuals they met are high command members of the organization, and exchanged phone numbers. Milestone wanted to set up a meeting to help them get La Stidda’s name on the map. 

 

The day of the meeting, everything seemed to be going rather well. Milestone’s members were very nice, and yet something about their kindness proved to be a bit discomforting. It’s as if they are expecting some sort of catch, either now or later. Milestone, during the discussion, began offering imports for La Stidda, and providing them with assistance for any criminal activity that they needed help with. Breathing a breath of fresh air, it was nice to see that there was a gang in the city that wasn’t about causing problems, but instead providing aid to those who seek it.

 

They seemed to share two things in common however, keeping a low profile, and planning every step of their operation, making sure there’s no faults. Like La Stidda, they aren’t about screaming their names from the rooftops, bringing attention to themselves. They act on a need to know basis. With Milestones operating with a legal front, being a media company, this can open a lot of doors for La Stidda. Seeing where this organization's friendship can go, only time will be able to tell.

Edited January 27, 2025 by Dred
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[RocketInAPocket]

With Thanksgiving right around the corner, Chrissy wanted to spend the holiday with her new family. She was scrolling on her phone, trying to come up with ideas on what sort of family gathering they can all do together. She came across an ad for Al Dentes, which advertised: “For Sale: Fully working kitchen”. Seeing this, a lightbulb went off in her head. She swiped out of the app, pulling up her contact list and called Quill immediately to tell him about her idea. Meeting up with Quill, she quickly tells him about her idea; “Let’s have a Thanksgiving Dinner at Al Dentes! You and I can use their kitchen to cook a nice Italian meal. They have it up for sale, but everything works. We can just sneak in.” Quill had a hesitant look on his face, but Chrissy sealed the deal by adding “We can even bring a TV and plug it in to watch the parade.”

 

Thanksgiving Day comes around, and Quill and Chrissy have all of La Stidda meet them at the Mini Mall for the family dinner. As Chrissy is looking around the room eating her pasta, seeing everyone with full bellies and big smiles as they are watching the parade, she gets another idea. “Why don’t we do this every Sunday, before any of our meetings?”, she thinks to herself. “This will be a great way to bond, and help ease tensions and reduce our stress.” As she continues to look around the room, noticing Quill eating his spaghetti with sauce all over his beard, she remembers back to when her mother used to make big meals for her and Quill. Now, with a family of her own, it’s her turn to continue the tradition. Doing this had brought joy to her, seeing Quilly as happy as he was, and seeing how much the others were enjoying the activity.

 

Even if the others were putting up a charade, seeing Quill happy was more than enough to keep this tradition up, and so she made it a plan to have these family meals every week. Everyone would meet at the mall, they’d bring food from home, and prepare a dish to share with everyone. Their last Sunday Dinner even ended with an unexpected surprise. Nate, Marty, and Claire all worked together in one kitchen, making garlic bread, and pizza, Quill took Thea to another kitchen to show her how to make his pasta sauce. Knowing she was a vegetarian, he took care to show her how to properly cut the onions, smash the garlic, when to add the tomato paste, and how to properly make the meatballs, even if they were veggie patties to start with. 

 

However, once everyone had brought their meal together, and were sitting around, watching YouTube clips on the TV, an unexpected guest barged in. This man, unknown to any of them, bursts into the cafeteria, and just plops a seat right next to them after dropping off his bag in a nearby store, in one of the empty chairs. Keeping an eye on him, but not really saying anything, Law Enforcement eventually swarm in, weapons deployed and surround the man. Confused, everyone kept eating their meal, and just watching the new entertainment unfold in front of them. The Officers who stayed behind were offered a plate of the meals that they all prepared. Who could turn up a free Italian meal?

[Hector2Fingers]

Proving Grounds

It had been a few weeks since Marty had joined La Stidda, his first crew after years of running solo. Though he was no stranger to the streets, gang life was a whole different beast. Marty knew how to navigate the city like the back of his hand. Every alley, every shortcut, every place to disappear when the heat was on, but working within a crew meant structure, loyalty, and proving his worth to those who had been doing this long before he ever considered it. He was eager to show them he was more than just another street hustler.

 

Marty had a vision, one that could put La Stidda on the map in a whole new way. A fully functional chop shop could be a goldmine. Determined, Marty scoured the city for the perfect location. He spent days looking at different spots, looking for somewhere discreet yet accessible. Eventually, he came across an old house for sale. Off the radar, easy to secure, and just far enough from prying eyes. Wasting no time, Marty pulled some strings and made the purchase, keeping his plans to himself for now.

 

The next few days were a blur of preparation. Marty spent long hours alone in the building, clearing out space, gathering tools, and setting up the foundation of what would soon be their secret operation. A few days after the setup, Marty showed Q what he had set up. Not a day later, his phone buzzed.

 

"Marty. I got us a full chop setup. Let’s get to work."

 

That Sunday, the crew gathered for dinner as they always did, an old-school tradition La Stidda upheld without fail. Between bites of pasta and sips of wine, they laid out their strategy. Every detail was covered. Timing, locations, rotations for lookouts, the safest routes to move stolen cars. They anticipated problems before they happened. This was business, and like everything they did, it had to be executed with precision.

 

As the night set in, the crew rolled out, each member in position. Marty felt the rush of adrenaline as they worked seamlessly. Drivers bringing in stolen vehicles, lookouts keeping watch, and skilled hands stripping the cars down with efficiency.

 

With eyes on from all sides and protection inside, the crew quickly found their groove. One car after another, they worked without interruption, breaking down vehicles and moving the parts as planned. When the night ended, they counted their earnings, and for the first time, Marty realized just how big this could be.

 

This was only the beginning.

[SquirtleSquad]

 

Family Matters

It was just another night, or so she thought, robbing stores, selling stacks, cleaning money. She's done it enough times with her family that it all felt routine. However, this would be a night that changed T forever.

Everyone had their roles, and everyone knew their routes. It all went according to plan. There'd be little to no confrontation, there'd be minimal risk, and and it was all just well calculated. Throughout the night, everything did go according to plan. There weren't any incidents, even when they took an uncalculated risk of doing just one more store. It paid off, a distraction was made, thought inadvertently, and they were able to get that one last bit of cash. Now, it was time for the boring part, cleaning the ink off the remaining cash.

They arrived at [REDACTED], and began loading the machines up with the ink-died cash. Following Q's lead, she held a gun in one hand, and unloaded the cash from the bag into the machine. Starting it up, she noted down the time set, and when to check back. As she was noting that down, Q steps out towards the front. It was getting quiet, the sound of the machines tumbling around, when she looked back towards the front and saw 2 guys backing Q into a corner. Something didn't seem right... and that's when they began lighting Q up. T froze for a moment; the sounds of gunshots being all-too familiar to her, snapped back, and took aim at the man who had his back towards her. She fired five quick shots, injuring him, as the second guy rounds the corner and shoots at her. His aim was good, but hers was much better. Another five shots, and he's down.

There was stillness to the air, her heart racing as she was bleeding heavily from her gunshot wounds, she pushed up to the men who decided that it would be wise to hurt her family. She aims at their heads, and fires off two more shots, killing them fully. The stillness settles in again, only briefly, as Q says "There's still one more." Right on cue, a third man pushes into the main room, with T taking cover at a corner, she peeks out and again repeats the same song and dance. Only this time, it appeared that there was some sort of divine intervention. The smoke cleared the room, lying before her are three bodies. Jumping straight on her radio, she calls for Jinx to get to the area immediately.

T's hurt, and hurt badly. It was luck that she was able to get this far ahead, but had there been a fourth, well things would have gone south very quickly. She wanted to help Q, she wanted to give him BLS, but he kept pushing her away. It was smarter for her to hold her ground than to get him to safety. It was only 2 minutes before Jinx arrived, but to T, it felt like days. Applying pressure to her own gunshot wounds with her hands, she just couldn't believe what happened before. Q called out to her to dig through the clothing on the bodies, looking for any weed. She hates that shit, it goes against everything she stands for, but she did as she was told. She turned up empty other than some basic items, and 3 Ceramic Pistols. While she was digging through their pockets, another person showed up, and high on adrenaline, T instantly aimed at them; it was Jinx.

Quick on her feet, Jinx rushes over to Q, only after a brief moment of seeing the aftermath of what happened, and begins tending to Q's wounds to slow the bleeding down. "Okay shooter. I see you", Jinx says to T as she's carrying him out of the building, leaving T behind.

Later on, Q, Jinx, Chrissy, and T were at their hangout spot, when the three of them broke off to talk, leaving T still recovering from her wounds. She never got medical attention, but that's alright, it wasn't the first time she's been shot, and from tonight's events it won't be the last. After their discussion, Jinx, Chrissy and Q call T over. She thought she fucked something up, as she slowly walked over to them. Jinx had T hold out her arms, a request that confused her, but she complied. Her hands were shaking of course, the effects of the adrenaline wearing off finally. Jinx commented on the fact that the feeling she's experiencing is normal, but it'd be concerning if she was still. That's when Q steps in. "Look at me T. You slid for me. You saved my life. We are bonded now. You are truly my family.", he says to her, tapping his heart, moving her hands to her heart, and gently tapping it. "Any and all doubt about you at this moment is gone."

"You did well."
 

[Eliza]

 

A Night To Unwind

After a long week of hard work, Jinx was handed keys to a mansion at an undisclosed location. It was a chance for the gang to relax, a break from the grind and stress. They changed into their swimwear, settling into the pool as conversations flowed. Some talked about their recent successes, while others discussed plans for the week ahead.

The night took a turn when gunshots were heard from a neighboring house. A civilian bystander wasted no time calling the police, and soon flashing lights were seen racing to the mansion. Jinx then found herself in the back of a cruiser, caught up in a situation La Stidda had nothing to do with. From the rooftops, Claire, Quill, Thea, and Marty watched as an SD deputy questioned Jinx. The tension was high, while the group quietly wondered if Jinx would be let go. Their night of fun nearly shut down over someone else’s mess. But after a few words were exchanged, the deputy let Jinx go, and just like that, the storm passed.

[SquirtleSquad]

 

Moving On Up

While inside his apartment, Quill smiles wide as he opens up his oven, and slowly slides out a large glass tray containing his favorite dish, his Ma’s lasagna. He had spent hours meticulously preparing each part of the dish, just as his Ma’ had shown him dozens of times as a child. Setting out  a plate, and with a fresh knife, he cut into the homemade dinner; his stomach growling in anticipation. As he was just about to cut the first slice, his phone on the counter began vibrating. Slamming the knife down, Quill mutters to himself “I fucking told people I was off limits tonight. I needed some time alone to relax. I swear to God, I can’t ever get a moment alone.” With a slight huff, Quill answers his phone, stating bluntly, “What?”

Anticipating the call being one of his family members, looking for a favor or something, Quill was shocked by the caller’s response. It was a strange, calm voice on the other end, “Is this Quill?” Unknown numbers calling Quill wasn’t something out of the ordinary. He got calls from people he didn’t know, sometimes it was Detectives asking him about some crime that he may have committed, but this person’s voice was different. With hesitation in his voice, Quill responds with “Who’s asking?” A slight chuckle comes through the receiver, “We’ve been watching you. We know who you are, and what you do. I must say, you haven’t been the easiest to track down. Do you have time to meet?” Despite being phrased as a question, that was more of a statement. “Give me 10 minutes. Do you know the empty parking lot on Decker Street? We can meet there, if that works for you”, Quill responds. “We’ll be there.”

The other side of the line hangs up, Quill frantically begins calling Nate, and Jinx, explaining to both of them to wear their business clothes and to meet him at his apartment. Leaving his apartment, waiting by the elevator, the world seemed so much quieter, his mind coming back to the meeting he had with the gentleman back in Italy. This silence was quickly broken by the -ding- as the elevator reached his floor, followed by the soft sound of clacking that his shoes made as he entered it. Heading to the Ground Floor, Nate and Jinx were both there waiting for him. Once he stepped into the car, he was immediately asked by them both what was going on. “I don’t know, but be ready to be sharp, and on point. I have a feeling that this is what we’ve been working towards.” Both having been in past situations to this, understood the gravity of the situation, as they drove to the Decker Street parking lot. 

As they pulled into the parking lot, a lone Jugular sat parked in the corner. A man was standing near the rear of the car, his arms folded in place, and just started them down as they drove in and parked a few spots over. Taking a deep breath in and out, Jinx pats him on the shoulder, “You got this hun. Go speak with him.” Quill, mustering up his confidence, steps out of the vehicle, adjusts his jacket, and makes his way over to the mysterious man. Before he can even introduce himself, the man with a boisterous voice explains, “Mr. Bridge, it's good to finally meet you. As I said earlier, your group hasn’t been an easy one to track down.”

Exchanging brief pleasantries, a new voice rang out from inside the Jugular, “Those two, are they going to introduce themselves as well?” Peering back over his shoulder, Quill gives a soft nod to his two command members. Taking hint, they both exit the vehicle, and begin to slowly approach. Standing straight, they nod to show signs of respect, and introduce themselves. The man reiterated that he knew of La Stidda, and how they operated. The man stated that if they wished to grow, they were going to need people who would work with them, and they would need to be bringing them supplies.

The man within the vehicle spoke again, “I assume Little Seoul is where your family is operating from? Well, if that’s the case, then you’ll need someone to work with. Give me a bit of time, and I’ll have my associate give you a call when everything is set up.” Quill, Nate, and Jinx nodded towards the man, showcasing that they understood, and were grateful that their hard work was finally paying off. The man stepped back into the Jugular, and drove away, leaving the three of them behind, unsure of when they’ll be contacted next.

However, not 15 minutes later, Quill’s phone rang once again. “It’s done, he understands he’s to work with you. You keep him happy, keep me happy, and you’ll reap great benefits.” The phone then cut off. The three of them know that this wasn’t the end, but merely the start. It was time to really begin to make a name for themselves.
 

Posted on behalf of Kopi

[Odinn]

Edited March 10, 2025 by Nathaniel Shenheizer

[RocketInAPocket]

 

Silver Tongue

Quill called Chrissy up, asking her to come over, following a very long day. Making her way over, she began to wonder what he wanted to talk with her about. Pulling into the apartment complex, she takes a deep breath as she enters the unit. Quill was sitting in a chair in the living room, with the Christmas present that Chrissy gave him, but hadn’t opened yet. They both had a small discussion, and Quill was prompted to open up his gift. As he looked at the unwrapped gift, he was all smiles, with a small bit of tears running down his cheek. It was a new tablet with a race-car shell, and on the back his name was engraved on it. She felt horrible after breaking his old tablet a few months back, and wanted to find a way to make it up to him. 

From behind him, Quill pulls out a big box, and holds it out to her. Tilting her head, a bit surprised and confused, she takes the box. She didn’t expect this at all from Quill, and slowly began opening it up. Inside there was a beautifully framed photo of the two of them when they were children. Tearing up, she thanks Quill for the beautiful present, and gets lost in her memories of them as children together. Still looking at the photo, Quill says, “You know it’s been a long time since we were this close.” Nodding softly, he continues, “And we have been in a few families, but now this is our own. You’re my Right Hand, and you have to make sure you can take care of our family if something happens to me, or if I have to go away for a while.” Nodding again, she starts wondering how she can help out. They continue their talk, and realize the hardships that they’ve been giving to each other over the past several weeks, they both end up apologizing. 

The next morning, as Chrissy is leaving, she begins to ponder the next steps to better fit into her position as Right Hand. Over the next few days, she began to start putting her own plan into place by setting up meetings with other crews that others in the family were having difficulties setting up. She had successfully set up a meeting with OTF, and one with Rooks in only 2 days. She felt proud of herself, and of her talking skills, and hoped that this was the right steps to proving herself as a useful Right Hand that Quill needs.

[Odinn]

 

Lost Soul

Rebecca was lost. She could no longer hear The Sirens call. Michelle had vanished. She wandered the streets, but it was as if the world she knew had disappeared around her. It had been ages since she had worked at BurgerShot. In fact, she had promised herself she would never return to that life. She had seen the height of the drug trade while serving faithfully alongside Michelle. But, here she found herself. Lying to the police about what she had seen, turning a blind eye to all the crime she found herself immersed in at BurgerShot.

It was here she met T. The mysterious blue haired woman, who, when Becca asked who she was, spoke only the letter “T”, and this intrigued Becca. She found herself looking for her. Sure, BurgerShot was terrible, but she had a reason to be there. Like, who the hell was T? Who only refers to themselves as a single letter of the alphabet?

What seemed like prearranged rendezvous after rendezvous later, Rebecca found herself racing in her Neon with T in the passenger seat. She only told Becca her family needed help, and where she needed to drive. Arriving to the location, without hesitation, Becca jumped from the vehicle, asking what she could do to help, only to be hit with two bullets.

A trip to MD later, Becca met with T, where T informed her the family had been impressed by her willingness to drive into an active situation to assist in any way she could. T told her the family wanted to talk to her, and with a clear nervousness displaying itself in the involuntary physical movements, T and Becca pulled up to a discrete parking lot. Stepping out of the vehicle, Becca looked up and locked eyes with Nate with whom she had a shared past, a history known only to them.

[Odinn]

 

 

 

La Famiglia

 

La Stidda now has its fundamentals in place.

Core members, its headquarters and its alliances.

Now, it's time to focus on bringing in new members of the family.

There were discussions amongst Command on how they can officially welcome their recruits into the family.

 

The idea that they collectively agreed upon was a gifting a suppressed Pistol .50

 

Command had first put this plan into action with Becca. At their weekly dinner, after discussing all their business affairs, discussing situations that occurred during the week, and raising any concerns that they had, it was time for them to welcome Becca into the family officially.

 

With everyone seated around, as Command stood front and center, Nate called Becca forward, with a smile on his face, and looked her in the eyes. “Becca, you’ve shown your passion for the family. You’ve shown dedication to those around you. With this, we welcome you as part of La Famigila.” With his statement, he hands her a suppressed Pistol .50

 

Closing out the meeting, Nate looks over his family seated around, “One thing we got to focus on is recruitment. If you run into someone out there, and you think they have what it takes to be a member of this beautiful family we have, talk to Jinx or Chrissy. Give them their info, and they’ll reach out. Let’s continue to grow.”

Edited March 31, 2025 by Nathaniel Shenheizer

[Hector2Fingers]

 

La Stidda was posted up at Legion Square. Killing time, socializng, and people watching. Jinx pulls a few of them together.

“Quill and I figured it’s time for a little challenge,” she says.  “House robbery competition. Get in, clear it, get out. Fastest time wins $25k and a heavy. Highest value haul? Same prize.”

Marty barely lets her finish.

“Double it,” he cuts in, standing up. “I’ll toss in 50k of my own.”

Jinx nodded. “Game’s on. You’ve got a week. Let’s see who’s built for it.”

A few nights later, Marty rolls through Vinewood Hills in his Terminus. No music. No lights. Just crates in the back and bad intentions up front.

He finds a suitable house, parks a few doors down. Marty slipped out of his truck, and picks the front door with ease. In and gone in 31 minutes flat.  No hesitation, no alarms, no heat.

A few days later, Quill shows up at Marty’s place, dropping a duffel bag on the floor.

“Fastest time. It’s yours,” Quill says with a smirk.

Inside the bag, a shiny pump shotgun and stacks of cash. Marty, without a word, nods to Quill, stashes the gun in his safe, slings the bag of money over his shoulder, and rolled out towards the bank.

[SquirtleSquad]

 

Common Tongue

Growing up in Chicago, T's been around a lot of different cultures. Greeks, Polish, German, Italians, Chinese, Chicago is like a giant mixing pot of cultures. With her leaving home at the age of 16, knowing just Greek, Spanish and English wasn't going to be enough to survive and live on her own. No, most of her employers spoke Italian. In order to ensure her own safety when she took on a job, she had to learn some of the basics, some of the common words. Some of the guys that she'd go on jobs with would teach her some funny words, or those words that everyone who speaks another language teaches you, curse words.

However, that was all that she had time for, learning a few words here and there in Italian. She couldn't take courses to be more fluent, even if Italian has a lot of similarities with Spanish, which she learned thanks to the area she grew up in. The thought of this was pushed back into her mind, as after a long chain of events occurred, she never got to learn anymore as she fled Chicago, making her way west.

Since meeting Q, and being welcomed and accepted into the family he is working on growing, she found herself needing to be less defensive all the time. This is a new town, she's still establishing herself in San Andreas, so she really doesn't have to keep looking over her shoulder. This, coupled with making more than enough money to sustain herself, she found herself with more free time. She wanted to continue to impress her family, and so, T enrolled into a college course to finally learn Italian.

Over the course of the next 4 months, she would hide away in her apartment for hours on end, studying and attending online classes. As a hard-working focused girl, she was determined to succeed at passing this course, for her, failure wasn't an option. Then the day finally came, her final exam. It was a combination exam in which had a written portion all in Italian, and was finalized by having a normal conversation with a native. The conversation had a bunch of topics that she could choose from to cover; fashion, cooking, entertainment, hobbies, etc. She spent the next 45 minutes with her exam, to which she was greeted with the words she wanted to hear since she started: "Superi l'esame." She had passed. It was done.

Excited with her expanded knowledge of being able to speak Italian, she wanted to find a way to bring it up to Q and Chrissy. It had to be natural, and it had to be something that slips in. She didn't want to come straight out and say that she now knows Italian, but instead, she wanted to catch people off guard with it. Well, that came into play later that night when she was called over to their HQ. T had to explain a series of events that occurred where somehow, their families name was brought up to T by an outsider. After giving her side of the story, just before leaving, while Q, Chrissy, and Jinx were all talking to each other about this, she turns to Q and says "Avete bisogno di altro da parte mia?" (Do you guys need anything else from me?).

This caught Q by surprise. He looked over at her and asked her when she learned to speak Italian. She explained how she was in school, and why there were nights she wasn't on freq. This really impressed him, and he responded in Italian that there was nothing else he needed from her, and that she's good to head home to sleep.
 

[AtlasOLimbo]

“Today started off as any other day. Wake up by that annoyance of a device I call my alarm clock. 7:01… ugh, I wanted to sleep a bit more, but I had a lot to take care of. I got plenty of sleep of course, but still, I woke up groggy, and had to force myself out of bed. There was way too much I needed to do today, especially before dinner tonight. Dragged myself out of bed, showered, and got ready to head out.

For dinner, I was told to dress sharp. No street clothes, no work clothes; business casual. I didn’t really have much money for a nice tailored suit yet, so I had to utilize my old kitchen uniform. It’ll have to do for now. I had to do a few house chores before I left my place. I had to make sure I had enough time to make it to the library today. I had told them that I would be cooking for dinner tonight.

After I had gotten all of my chores done, I made my way to the library. Perusing the shelves, pulling cookbook after cookbook, I ended up finding a book that looked like it belonged in a museum, or at the very least, locked away for on-demand request. It was an old Italian Cookbook that was anglicized. I checked the book out, as it looked like it might be exactly what I needed to impress at tonight’s dinner.

I was right! Once I got home, and cracked this open, I found a plethora of recipes that all sounded amazing. I bookmarked a few of them, and began copying some of the recipes. Looking them over, I ended up choosing two of them; Chicken Parmesan, and a Mushroom Risotto. The Risotto was only because one of the family I guess couldn’t eat meat or something like that. Once I finished this, I found myself with just enough time to get to the grocery store, before I had to make my way to the apartment where we were all having dinner.

Once I was let in, I laid out my recipes, and got started prepping the ingredients needed. The smells from the recipes were intoxicating, and the scene felt very nostalgic to me. Finally, I’m in a proper family, finally, I no longer felt like I was a burden. I was contributing.

It wasn’t long before everyone started making their way to the apartment. They came just in time, as I was just putting on the final touches of each of the dishes I was preparing. The harmony of sizzling breaded chicken, the bubbling of boiled water carried my cooking to the finish line. I plated everything so that my family could grab a plate and a portion before we all sat down to talk. I made sure to put out the Red and White wines that I picked up to compliment the meals, and grabbed a plate and a glass once everyone else had.

From what I’ve gathered from the others, this was the first time in a long time that “dinner” was actually involved during these Sunday meets. It was very pleasant. The discussions however, were not. There were some high-tension exchanges that were going on while we ate, talking about new members, and what our plans were for the future. Overall, I felt that the morale was high before, and following it, was even higher. Even though some people made a mess with their food, I kept telling myself that it means they enjoyed the meal.

Then Q says something I won’t forget, something that has stuck with me all night. Despite everything that was said that night, despite any conflicts that arose, his words cut through all of that.

"We're a family. We fight. It's what we do. But it's all water under the bridge eventually. And after a while, the fighting just seems silly."

Until next time…
KC

[GodDammitKopi]

La Stidda prides itself on remaining inconspicuous. From conception, all members have been picked due to their ability to remain hidden in plain sight, while keeping safe from the prying eyes of the police. As La Stidda grew, and matured, unfortunately, the window which shielded them from the reality of this comfort was shattered one afternoon. Driving down the streets, an Officer lit up his Shinobi, and pulled him over. This was something that he was accustomed to, as he’s been pulled over countless times before, been asked off his bike before, and evaded from traffic stops. This time was going to be no different. Seconds after being asked to step off his bike, Quill throttles his engine, and blitzes away from the traffic stop.

Like clockwork, the dreaded sound of AIR-1 was above Quill, and began tracking his every move. He was doing his best to evade the units on the ground, but AIR-1 remained vigilant, watching his every move, relaying it to the units on the ground. With several PD Shinobis behind him, he managed to shake them from his tail a few times. However, despite his best efforts, not being able to shake off AIR-1 was causing a real headache for him. With the pressure rising, this caused him to make a split-second error when turning a corner. Clipping a pole, he was launched from his bike into a few trash cans. This crash caused him to get knocked out cold. Once coming around, he heard a Deputy say, “Ya, it’s Quill. Keep your eyes out; his gang is in the area, so expect hostility.”

Despite his body being bloodied and bruised, he just couldn’t focus on the situation in front of him. Those words, uttered by the officer, seared into his mind. His mind started racing, thinking about how maybe they weren’t as calculated and unknown as they once thought. Before he snapped back to reality, the arrest procedure had led him to being released by the Doctors at Pillbox.

Sitting in the backseat of the squad car, still reeling, Mason Ross sat next to him in the backseat of the cruiser. Mason had this smug look on his face, and turned towards Quill and said, “Guess you and your little gang weren’t smart enough to get you out this time, were they Quill?” At this moment, Quill saw red. Without hesitation, he lurched forward towards Mason, and latched onto the Officer’s ear with his teeth. Right at this same moment, another Deputy ripped open the door with his baton out, and began hitting Quill in the head to get him to cut his grasp. The scene was that of a movie; a sort of voiceless, slow pan, powerful music playing in the background. It was silent chaos.

Quill had ripped off Mason’s earlobe, with blood just trickling down his face, and Mason holding his ear, screaming in pain as blood poured down the side of his face, Quill essentially gave his best Mike Tyson boxing reenactment. Getting knocked back into a daze, Quill came back to when they had just gotten to the Department of Corrections. The adrenaline that was once surging through his body began to fade, as he was taken into a cell to get changed.

Once processed, Quill sat down on the bed in his cell, with his body still aching and a searing headache, began to think. He started coming to terms that La Stidda’s name was out there. The days of remaining hidden were long gone, and they are now just going to have to adapt.

[Odinn]

 

“The Law knows about us now. They know we’re around, but they don’t know much else,” Quill tells Nate. As he nods to Quill, Nate thinks to himself about how this means that things are going to get louder than they expected.

 

There’s been one Officer in particular who's been a source of trouble for the family, but he seems to be aiming specifically for Quill. He’s known to La Stidda for having a loud mouth, and for having a bad attitude. Engjell Trey. Engjell has pushed Quill to the point of no return many times before, which in essence sparked a personal vendetta between the two. Most of this has slowly rolled into The Family’s background.

 

Engjell’s loud mouth had finally come to bite him in the ass… or so La Stidda had hoped.

 

One night, he was spotted outside of BurgerShot dealing with a situation there. “He’s alone, do we make the move now?” Quill asks over the radio. Being preoccupied conducting legal business with another individual, Nate excuses himself once hearing this request come over the radio. “What the fuck is happening? Who are we getting?” he responds happily. “Engjell Trey” Quill states over freq, “He called Becca a bitch, and some other things. He’s alone at BurgerShot right now.” 

 

Nate runs out on the meeting, leaving Jay behind, and hops into his car, racing to swap over to his Scout. He needed that Scout because of what was contained within, his Pump MK II, and his sidearm. Speeding down towards BurgerShot, Quill radios over once more, “I’m ready, Nate, hop out with me.”

 

Both of them quickly burst through the doors at BurgerShot, ambushing Engjell with their weapons pointed at him shouting “Put your fucking hands up, Engjell” Putting his hands up, Engjell turns around to see two heavily armed men, one with a Pump MK II, and the other with a Combat SMG pointed right in his face.

 

The crowd in BurgerShot went from being loud with individuals eating, to silence, as chaos ensued from the two men holding the Officer at gunpoint. Quill quickly demands that Engjell drop his radio to the floor. Over their own radio, they heard Thea screaming “STOP! Mason Ross”. Quill and Nate begin to quickly force Engjell out of BurgerShot where Quill’s car sat, just as Mason Ross pulls up in his marked Terminus. As Mason dismounted, Nate began shouting at Mason to put his hands up… then chaos broke out.

 

Mason, using his Terminus for cover, pulls out his assault rifle, and the two begin to exchange gun fire. Falling back, as he was stepping to find a better position, Nate having the upper hand, shoots Mason. Quill however, Unbeknownst to Nate, had already hopped into his car and drove off, leaving Engjell behind. 

 

Nate suddenly heard an SMG open fire, and could suddenly feel warm liquid drip down his back. Spinning around quickly, shotgun in hand, Nate sees Engjell hold a firearm, and though Nate attempted to take the fight, he didn’t bring enough ammunition. He wasn’t expecting this to turn into a fight, and he certainly wasn’t in a position to be a competitor.

 

Bleeding out on the ground, he turns to the main road and sees Quill returning, and opening fire on Engjell. Mason, still lying on the ground, turns over towards Mason, who’s lying in a pool of his own blood, to see Mason hitting his panic button on his radio.

 

The odds were quickly turning against them. Quill, looking around, was deciding whether to stay or leave, opting for the latter. This started a massive pursuit involving both PD and SD. Despite being riddled with bullets, lying in a pool of his own floor, Nate couldn’t help letting out a small chuckle, as Quill was heard shit talking Law Enforcement in the pursuit.

 

Sadly, at the end of it all, Nate and Quill were both arrested, Mason Ross was hospitalized, and… well Engjell Trey got to walk away another day.

[SquirtleSquad]

 

Catch Us If You Can

It was a night just like any other. T and Becca were hanging out at Legion Square, waiting to see if anything was going to go on for the night. Becca starts talking with who appeared to T to be an old friend, when a PD Unit pulls up to them. As they were always wearing their mask, helping to conceal their identity of being harassed by the numerous degens that frequent Legion Square, the Officer hops out and utters the same phrase that all bored Police Officers say, “Masks off, show me your licenses.” It ended up being Engjell Trey… the annoying Officer who just tries to flaunt his ego. Before T knew it, Becca and Engjell were squaring up, and the other man was helping the fist fight. Engjell, with his baton, beats Becca badly, knocking her nearly fully out, and the man runs off on foot. Engjell, focused on the man, takes off after him. T took this opportunity to pick her up and begin running her to Pillbox to get medical treatment.

While she was running the warm humid air quickly turned straight into a heavy downpour. T kept running towards Pillbox, she had to get Becca medical treatment and out of PD’s hands. Engjell ran to his car, and was driving alongside T, who had Becca over her shoulders. T knew that as soon as she got into Pillbox, he would swoop in to arrest her, and she couldn’t let that happen. Getting to the top, she spotted the stairs that took you down to Lower Pillbox. She quickly dipped and ran down the stairs, with Becca clinging on for dear life. 

Making it to the bottom, T pivots and makes her way dipping into the Ambulance Bay. There were a few raised eyebrows from the Medics down there, but they kept to themselves, even as T dipped inside the garage. Setting Becca down up against the wall, seeing her labored breathing, she pulled out her portable BLS kit, and began treating Becca’s injuries as best as she could. She knew that this wasn’t going to hold her over for too long, but it buys them a bit of time. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Becca tells T to check to see if the coast is clear. T, with adrenaline still surging through her body bolts out of the garage, and makes her way to Upper Pillbox, looking for that Black Buffalo STX. Sadly, she saw him, sitting in the middle of the road, just waiting for them to come back to the ER. With nothing but a few blood stains on her tank top, T gets the bright idea of b-lining it for Paleto MD. Surely he wouldn’t think of them going there. T pivots and begins running down to Legion Parking, as she knows she has a car that’ll comfortably fit Becca inside to lie down.

Grabbing her Paragon S, T makes it back to the garage where she left Becca, and helps her inside the car. The rain was still coming down hard, and it was going to make for a tricky journey. T loves her Paragon, it’s a powerful car, it handles alright, and brakes okay, but in the rain, it’s useless for this type of thing. It was going to be a massive challenge and a race against time. She kept her foot glued to the floor as she kept periodically looking over at Becca to make sure she was okay. They got lucky, there was no SD stationed on the highway with speed traps, and T was making record time.

That was until Becca called that she was starting to lose consciousness… She apparently had internal bleeding, and there was nothing that T could do about that. This was a do or die moment, and Becca dying was NOT an option. T honed in her driving and poured out every ounce of her driving skill into her car, as her tires squeal against the slick roads. Making it into Paleto, seeing the hospital insight, T nearly overshoots the turn, braking way later than she should on slick roads. With the car fishtailing, T corrects her steering, easing off the throttle, getting out of the slide, and boosts it up into the driveway for Paleto MD. Hopping out with the car still running, T ripped Becca out of the car and got her into the ER, where the ER doctors took the situation from there.

Dripping with sweat, rain, and weaning off the adrenaline that was surging through her body, a few hours later, she was reprieved to see Becca walk through the ER doors. She was safe, she was alive, and she was going to be just fine. Embracing her in a huge hug, Becca wincing due to the recent medical treatment, T whispers into her ear, “I’m so happy I got you here jus’ in time. I love you so much.”

[RocketInAPocket]

It was another late night at Legion Square. Chrissy, Becca, Jinx and Nate were talking amongst themselves and a few other individuals when a man came running up to them. Unwarranted, this man begins to start insulting Chrissy, and her family members. Telling him off, he decides to continue to hang around, attempting to interject by listening in on private conversations. This continued interruption and annoyance towards everyone here, Chrissy knew with a gun in her bike, and with Nate nearby, that it was time to teach this person a lesson they won’t come back from. Nate, seemingly understanding that look that Chrissy had in her eyes, says to her, “Screw it, let’s just kill him.” 

 

Chrissy and Nate waited for the single SD unit to leave, but Mason Ross decided to remain in the area much longer than they wanted. It was as if he knew something was going to happen with how annoying this individual was to them. Chrissy needed to get Mason out of here, and her one thought was to try and creep him out to get him out of the area. While she was trying to get Mason to leave the area, the troublesome man decided to start shouting “Chrissy must love Mason so much if she’s saying those words to him.” That statement was all that was needed, as Mason says out loud, “Well, I’m just going to let nature take its course,” backing his car up, and follows up with, “Don’t mind me; I’m just checking my MDC, la-da-la”. This was basically Mason saying “Kill him”. 

 

A smirk forms on her face under her mask, as she hops off her bike, pistol in hand, and begins shooting the troublesome man. Taking him out, Mason exits his cruise, and with his own gun, begins shooting at Chrissy. This prompted Nate to join in on this shootout, and start firing at Mason. Distracting Mason, Nate hops into his car, and drives off. In the heat of the moment, and shocked at the repercussions and backstabbing, she mutters out to Mason, who is actively calling in for backup, “You fucking lied to me…”

 

MD arrived on scene to begin treating her gunshot wounds, still having adrenaline surging through her body, she overcame with anger, and started screaming, letting everyone know what Mason just did. Jinx, who is still nearby, joins in exclaiming how Mason basically told her to kill this man. Turning towards Mason, Chrissy screams at him, “WE ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL YOUR BODYCAM AND DASHCAM ARE CHECKED!”. He turns quiet, as another Deputy calls in for a supervisor.

 

As she’s lying there, bleeding through her bandages on her chest, her mind begins racing, as she does the best she can to stay composed. None of it is helping her stay even keeled, until out of nowhere a hail of gunfire reigns from above. Looking up, Chrissy sees that it’s Nate shooting down at the scene to help distract some of the Officers on scene and thin out their numbers to chase him. Chrissy, darting around, spots a friend of hers, RJ, and calls him over. Motioning him to lean in, she whispers into his ear, “Take my bike.” She unlocks the bike for him, as he hops on, driving it away from the scene, returning minutes later to inform her that it’s been hidden.

 

Still there at the original scene, Hugo arrives once the shooting is all done, and begins to question her on what happened. Chrissy explains the whole story to him, urging him to review Mason’s footage. Pulling Mason to the side, both Hugo and Mason engage in quieted conversation. After they disengage from their talk, Hugo walks up to Chrissy and informs her that there will be an active investigation into Mason. Sighing with a sigh of relief, Chrissy is loaded up into the ambulance, and awaits MD’s approval to transport her to the hospital. She sees Jinx run up to the ambulance, and then run off. This perked her interest, as she looks out the back of the ambulance doors, and sees Becca unpark her Kamacho. She knew that something was going to go down, and it was going to be in her favor.

 

As MD transported her to Pillbox, Chrissy waddled out from the inside to see Becca’s Kamacho right in front of the doors, with the door open for her. Without hesitation, Chrissy jumps into the passenger seat, as Becca takes off from Pillbox. Taking a deep breath, Chrissy thanks Becca for the save. Becca lets her know that Jinx is to thank as well. Becca drives them both to a rendezvous point, and sees Jinx pull up. Stepping out of the Kamacho, Chrissy approaches them both, and thanks them each for the amazing save that they just made.

 

Jinx, pulling out a lockpick, begins working on the cuffs that were put onto Chrissy, releasing her from them. Rubbing her wrists, Chrissy said to them both, “Time for a makeover.” Asking for a ride to the salon, and the clothing store, coming out with a fresh new look, Chrissy asked Becca to take her to where RJ stashed her BF. Getting closer to the spot, Mason pulls up behind Becca’s Kamacho, as Chrissy jumps onto her bike, speeding off into the mountains. After a bit of time, feeling that she had completely lost Mason, she parks her bike, falling off to catch her breath as she leans up against a pine tree and mutters to herself, “What a day…” She begins to think to herself about how she’s going to be able to avoid what’s coming to her; evading an officer, evading an arrest, murder, unlicensed firearm… It’s going to be an interesting future to avoid law enforcement for a while. At the end of it though, she knows she did right by her family by taking that man down, and is happy to know that her family stepped up and in to rescue her from custody. Getting comfortable underneath the pine tree, she looks up at the night sky, as the adrenaline starts wearing off, as she closes her eyes for the night.

[CKari]

 

 

Gang War

It was your typical morning for Sydney. Running through her daily routine of brushing her teeth, showering, getting dressed, making a cup of coffee and eating a bagel, Syd gets on the family freq, and calls out, “Check?” A familiar voice responds over the radio answering her, “Come to BurgerShot. Gang war, No weapons.”

 

After hearing this, ten seconds later Syd was out the door and in the elevator, heading down to her apartment’s garage. She hopped into her car, making sure that she unparked a 4-door with a trunk, since anything at BurgerShot can go south very quickly. Checking her glovebox, she remembered what was said over freq, “no weapons”, but Syd always carried something in her glove box, just in case.

 

It took Syd only 30 seconds to make her way over to BurgerShot, and as she pulled up, she saw the slaughter.

 

La Stidda versus Souls. Each gang was standing atop a Patriot Stretch wearing their respective colors. Playing through one of the Stretch’s radios was Mid-2000’s dance-pop, and this war, a.. dance war? 

 

Sighing lightly to herself, Syd parks her car in one of the available spots, and smiles as she hops out of her car to join in on the fun. Most would agree that La Stidda was of course the better dancers, but Souls were never going to go down without a fight. Chrissy was slaying Charlie with her moves; Nate was getting served by Rob, and Becca was twerking her way to victory over Valen. It was a tough, and bloody battle between the two gangs, and in the end, La Stidda came out victorious, even if that meant they had to “kidnap” a High Command from Souls to get them to submit defeat. 

During this, the two gangs decided they needed to test law enforcement's response to this blood bath, and called 911 letting them know that there was a gang war going on at BurgerShot. However, despite the numerous 911 calls, no one came. Of course, all this was fun and games, and was a great bonding experience for both sides.

The next day, following the gang war, La Stidda and Souls had already prearranged an official meet up. All of La Stidda drove up to Kortz Center, where they eventually met with a few members of Souls to iron out the details of this new professional relationship. Here’s to hoping that this would be the beginning of a long and fruitful relationship between the two.

Yet, despite this “gang war” being nothing more than fun and games, La Stidda would soon learn that not everyone wants to play nice…

 

[Odinn]

 

As Milestone Rogues have expanded their reach in Los Santos, they gained favor over a dealer in Little Soul. At the time, La Stidda knew that they didn’t have the ability to hold him in their favor, and allowed Rogues to maintain good relations with him. Yet, when La Stidda began growing, both in numbers and alliances, they were now prepared to gain more influence in Little Seoul.

 

La Stidda’s relationship with Rogues was, at least they thought, a stable one. La Stidda decided to use this relationship to meet with the Rogues regarding their hold on this dealer. Command sent out text messages and were looking for Rogues near their HQ and known hang-out locations to try and discuss further relations, and to make them an offer, so that they may take this dealer.

 

As weeks went by, there was no response from their High Command, any attempts to reach out in person were met with silence. It wasn’t until one day that Quill and Nataniel found a few Rogue’s at City Parking that they were able to get a response they needed. Backing them into a corner, leaving Rogues with little to no room to back down, they got what they needed, a time and a place to discuss these matters.

 

The day of the meeting, everything started off light-hearted until Quill stopped to speak what's on his mind.

 

“You have a dealer in Little Seoul. I want him.” The room grew still, as Quill continued, “I’m fully prepared to offer you the drugs needed to take another dealer, but this one will belong to us.” 

 

The Command member of Rogues already appeared to have a response, as they were anticipating this demand from Quill. “Well, I know Gunnar, and this is what he would have to say. This won’t benefit us. What else do you have to offer?”

 

This response infuriated Quill, as he retorted with “I’m not offering anything else. The drugs, that’s it. You have 7 days from now to contact us with a response.” With that, Quill stands up, and La Stidda follows in his steps as they leave the meeting. Just before exiting, Quill turns around to add one more condition to his demands, “If we don’t receive a response, you will not like what’s coming next.”

 

As La Stidda left the meeting, a loud cry came from back in the room to which they left, “FUCK”. 

 

This marked the start of the fallout between La Stidda and Milestone Rogues, with a storm just on the horizon.