La Stidda

[Odinn]

It’s been weeks since La Stidda had their meeting with Rogues. As expected, there was no response, no contact, no working towards a solution; just silence. La Stidda had given Rogues a deadline for a response, and that deadline had long passed.

 

Quill breaks the silence one day, “Enough is enough. This is just a waiting game. It’s time for us to make our move” Hundreds of kilos of drugs were dealt to the dealer, gaining favor from him, as he was happy with our product, and slowly began turning the other cheek from Rogues. With these sales, hostility was imminent, the dawn of a new day bringing forth war, or so La Stidda thought. The next day, after gaining favor with the dealer, La Stidda remained steadfast and vigilant watching over the drop location of their new friend. Rogue’s were seen driving around, looking for a safe time to try and regain favor, only to be thwarted by the presence of La Stidda.

That was until one night when La Stidda members lay asleep in their beds, when Rogues came to deliver their product, forcing him to work for them once again. Waking up, La Stidda saw the aftermath of these events, and saw that their name had been slandered around the area. This was it, this was the last pasta noodle snapped. It was time to kick things up a notch.

 

With these hostile actions, Rogue’s were now free-game to show them that La Stidda meant business. With their actions, kidnappings were going to be a norm to send a message. Their first victim was Gavin, taken at gunpoint. He was taken in a trunk to [REDACTED], where he was questioned, and told to give a message to his High Command, “Leave the dealer alone, or this will escalate further.” It appeared that Rogues failed to heed the warning, and they continued to deliver their product to the dealer.

[Odinn]

 

 

 

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, Rogues were being monitored for any sort of activity, any sort of reaction, seeing if they would heed the warning that La Stidda had left them, and yet, they just continued to feed the dealer with drugs. To get another message out, things would need to be kicked up another notch.

 

One night, a Rogues member decided to get cocky and talk shit outside of her apartment, which resulted in her bike’s tire getting shot out once she went back inside. As she came out, she approached Nate and asked him “Did you shoot out my tire on my bike? That’s such a waste of ammo, honestly.” Nate chuckled and shook his head, pulling his pistol out again, and pointed it at her. In a monotone response, he says “Pin, you currently have a pistol aimed at your face, and you have a blown out tire. I suggest you get off your bike, and get into my fucking car.” Looking at him, and much to his surprise, she listened, getting off her bike, and into the passenger seat. Nate speaks up again, this time a bit more quiet from prying ears, “Put your radio in the glovebox, and turn off your phone”. He puts the car into gear, and begins driving to [REDACTED].

 

As he drove up to [REDACTED], he called out on the radio once he heard Q check in. “Hey Q, I found a little friend. I currently have her at [REDACTED].” Reaching [REDACTED], Nate gets out, taking her phone, and begins looking through her text messages. He was looking for any information about what was said about La Stidda, and messages from Command members concerning the on-going situation. He also found in her texts their radio binds, which he noted down.
 

A bit later, Q pulls up, and immediately a smile washed over his face. “Hey Pin, How’s it going?” Q asks their kidnapped victim. Nate hands him the note he made of Rogue’s frequencies and Q switches his radio over to them. He announces on the frequency “We have Pin. We are going to be holding her for a while until you guys meet my demands.” After a short bit of Q taunting Rogues on their own freq, Pin was taken to a more secure location, and placed inside of a cell. She was blind-folded and her mouth stuffed to prevent her from really talking unless there was information needed from her.

 

Over the next couple of days of interrogating her, she was tortured to an extent; she had cigar’s put out on her skin, the butt of a shotgun to the back of the head to name a few. During this time, when she was allowed to speak, she decided to use this time to slander not only La Stidda, but also other gangs. “Rooks sell us 2000 LSD at $375 a pop. They all laugh when we say your name to them, and they actively have provided us with information abou you guys.” Q, Nate, and Chrissy all laughed hard when they heard this. It was obvious that Pin was talking out of her ass, and had no clue about the three’s relationships with all of High Command from Rooks. With just a short phone call, moments later, 2 Rooks members appeared at [REDACTED], where Pin was being held in her cage.

 

“So Pin, you’re saying we laugh at these guys, and that we sell you drugs at less than HALF the price they sell for? None of our members would be stupid enough to do that. You know… up until this point, we wanted to stay out of your little war, but if you want to slander my members, and my organization, then that decision will change.” the Rooks member said to her. Quill speaks up and says “Don’t worry, we are going to ruin her life when we let her out of here.”

 

Q sent out a text to Gunnar and Nina with a list of their demands:
“Hello, we have Pin. They are in our possession, and will remain so until the following demands are met:

1. You cease operation in Little Seoul you may keep the dealers you have MINUS the one we desire. Any other dealers come into our possession the moment we desire them

2. You completely cease speaking to the dealer we desire AND deliver us 375k OR 500 units of drugs. This is non-negotiable

3. You guarantee us that you will NOT touch the dealer we want, or this will be reignited to a degree you do not wish for

 

Failure to meet all requirements listed will lead us to systematically begin treating down everything that you’ve worked for. Your legal front will be burnt to the ground, and the earth it was built on salted. You have until Sunday to meet our demands. Failure to meet them will result in further consequences. I do not believe you wish to see this unfold.”

 

With this text sent, La Stidda waits for a response, unless Rogues want to witness Hell on Earth.

 

Edited June 17, 2025 by Odinn

[Hector2Fingers]

Message Received

The week following La Stidda’s release of the Rogue’s prisoner, the crew had been lying low, preparing themselves for any means of retaliation. Yet, despite the extreme they just went through, nothing came from it. There weren’t any meeting requests, no threats. 

Even silent chaos would be welcomed here, and yet the stillness in the air felt heavier than gunfire. Still, La Stidda remained vigilant, moving in silence, watching every corner. Even with the smoke clearing, the gang was still anxious of some form of retaliation.

One afternoon, Marty’s phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a single text from Q. 

"The turf is ours. No backlash. Stay sharp, but it’s time to move. Prepare for what’s next. Get back to work. We’ve got people to keep happy."

Staring at the message, Marty exhales slowly as relief washed over his body. Walking over to his safe, he punched in his code, and opened the door. Pulling the pistol from the back of his waistband, he placed it inside quietly. It was the first time in several weeks he didn’t have to have it on him.

Shortly after, the rumble of Marty’s Terminus echoed through the alley, as he drove out into the night. The city stretched in front of him, restless, and waiting to be picked apart. It was time to get back to work.

[GodDammitKopi]

A couple of weeks had passed since La Stidda’s conflict, but Quill remained on edge. Still keeping his head on a swivel, expecting retaliation, a Service Carbine remains stashed in his daily driver. After an evening of boosting vehicles with Shawn, he noticed the moon begin to wane and the sun start peaking over the horizon. Both knew it was time to put the tools down and quit for the evening. Without many words spoken between the two, Quill dropped Shawn off at the parking lot and wished him a good “evening”. As Quill drove to his apartment, a few droplets of rain began to splash on the windshield of his Contender. The few droplets quickly developed into a full-blown storm as Quill pulled into his apartment's parking garage. 

Stepping into his apartment, Quill walked towards his bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed, staring out the window, watching the storm pelt the city. Thinking back to the recent conflict, realizing that it was time to leave that in the past and refocus on the turf that had been somewhat ignored during the fight. Without realizing it, Quill drifted off into slumber. Awakening a few hours later, the storm has nearly dissipated, leaving just some lingering clouds in the sky.

With barely any thought behind it, Quill showered, ate, and changed into a fresh set of clothes. Walking out of his apartment's lobby towards the parking garage today felt different, and despite the gloomy clouds overhead, Quill felt accomplished. Rekindling his daily routine of speaking with his dealers and gauging what they needed, he, for the first time in weeks, felt a sense of security that he was within his own grounds and nothing would happen.  

After speaking with his dealers, he made a detour towards an area Quill had used to swap weapons from a bag to his vehicle. Hiding behind a shipping container and cutting the engine of his Contender, Quill removed the Service Carbine from beneath his seat and sat with it on his lap in the driver's seat. He stared forward for a few moments and let out a sigh of relief. Stepping out of the truck, he tosses a bag on the ground and carefully places his Carbine inside. As quickly as he exited, he re-entered his vehicle and drove back home. 

Walking through the lobby of his apartment, he made extra steps not to make any extra noise with the large rifle stowed away in his bag. Entering his apartment, he walked into his closet and opened his safe, dropped his bag, removed the carbine, and stored it back within his stash of weapons. For the first time in months ,he would refrain from carrying a large rifle for protection. It was truly over. A small smile came across his face as he simply thought “We won”

[Hector2Fingers]

 

No Reply Needed

It came through as a text.

“I need to step away. For real this time. I hope you understand. – xo Jinx”

Marty read it twice, then once more. He didn’t answer. He just stared at the screen like maybe the words would change if he looked long enough.

Jinx was more than just a partner. They had history and have helped build La Stidda from the start. Late nights planning scores, long drives talking about everything but the job. She kept him grounded when his fuse ran short. She was the calm to his storm.  And he to hers.

He always thought she’d be there.

Now, she was just… gone.

He lit a cigarette with a shaky hand and sat alone on the beach.  Marty silently watched the waves crash into the shore until long after sunset. The crew still moved around him, but things felt hollow. Off. Like the soul of the operation walked out with her.

Eventually, Marty stood up, let out a deep sigh, and quietly whispered to himself.
“We’ll keep moving. We always do.”

But he didn’t know if he believed it.

He didn’t reply to her message.  He didn’t need to.

She already knew what she meant to him.

[Hector2Fingers]

The Goodbye

Jinx, a founder of the La Stidda organization called everyone to a meeting.

Quill and Nate, knowing the potential of her stepping away asked for everyone to meet at a special place, instead of the usual place they host their weekly dinners.

 

An ocean view. A peaceful scene, knowing someone special, is walking away.

Once everyone arrived, Jinx gave her speech. Nate had tears welling up in his eyes.

 

Not only was he losing a member of his organization, but someone he considered his blood sister.

 

Memories flooded the members of La Stidda’s thoughts.

Nathaniel, in tears over Jinx departing the family, said his final goodbyes to her.

The rest of the family doing the same, she departed, riding her bike over to LSIA before boarding her flight to Mexico.