The Spanish Story

Chapter three

With Ricky's newfound wealth, he got new clothing: a plaid shirt, a pair of Black cargo pants, and some steel-toe work boots. He would also go to a used car dealership and pay nineteen thousand for a used nineteen-sixty-five Trans-am Firebird. But as Ricky was enjoying his new wealth, he decided that he should not spend it alone, even over his last reminder in the form of an ass-kicking. To see if Tucker's girlfriend, who was once Ricky's girl before she left him for Tucker, would be down to join Ricky and give him another chance.

So, with little thinking or thoughts of the repercussions. Ricky sent a text asking if she would like to go out again. As he is driving over to her house, a text pops up on his phone that reads from Natalia, "I'm down," followed by a black heart and devil mask emoji next to the text message.

As a Trans-am is heard rumbling through the street, it turns the corner to find a beautiful woman with long black hair and a tight red sparkling dress standing outside her house. Ricky pulls the Trans-am next to the curb before getting out of the glimmering black Trans-am with light scratches on the seats and the body. He then takes Natalia by the hand, opens her door, and closes the passenger seat door behind her as she gets in the car. Ricky then floors it and peels out of the neighborhood. The two speed away, and Ricky drives them through Vinewood, the city's entertainment district.

The street was lit with bright lights from nightclubs, parties, casinos, and dazzling shows, which would line the street from top to bottom. It is a well-known tourist hotspot. Ricky's Trans- am would reflect the street's bright lights in the car's black paint. He decided to take Natalia to a new nightclub that had recently opened down the street. As they drove down the street, the excitement and butterflies would rush to Ricky.

He would savor the moment as, for once, he felt that he was on top of the world for being able to take out this charming woman for a night on the town. They soon arrived at the nightclub and proceeded to go inside, where the place was lively, playing pop music. Ricky would take shots of fireball whisky before joining Natalia on the dance floor. They would share the dance floor, and as the two of them danced, the rest of the world started to shrink around them until it seemed that it was just the two of them. As this feeling overtook them, Ricky wondered if this was the true feeling of love or the feeling of the alcohol taking over. Either way, he cared little but enjoyed the moment and the passion that flowed with it.

Once the music started to slow down and the two of them at a slow dance, she leaned in close to Ricky's right ear so only he could hear it and asked. "Want to get out of here? The music is starting to slow down." Ricky quickly agreed, and then both would leave the nightclub and hop in Ricky's Trans-am. Ricky would start to drive out to the top of the Vinewood sign to where he wanted to end the night. But while stopped at a traffic light on the way there, Ricky looked at the car next to him and saw a modded Ford Mustang.

It was lowered and had a red underglow coming from the bottom of the car. The window tint was dark enough that Ricky could not see the driver. Though you could hear the rap music from the Mustang. Once the light hit green, Ricky's foot flew to the floor and mashed gas down, flooring it. The Trans-am's tires screeched. Ricky and Natalia got pushed back into their seats as the Trans-am lunged forward. The Mustang welcomed Ricky's challenge and was soon gaining on them. Ricky, being stubborn and determined, did not lift his foot from the gas no matter how many cars were in his way.

He would move into the oncoming lane to avoid the line of cars waiting at the next interaction. Ricky looked in the rearview mirror to see the Mustang cut power and slow. The Mustang driver was not willing to risk their life to beat Ricky, but when Ricky looked back at what was in front of him, it was a line of cars headed for him.

Ricky turned it sharply back into his side of the road. He then looked again at the rearview mirror to ensure he had bested that Mustang, but he would instead see the flashing of red and blue lights. Still drunk, Natalia was excited and shouted at both him and the cops. Ricky kept his foot still on the gas as he was looking for a quick turn-off, then he made a sharp right turn at the next intersection and a quick left turn before parking the car behind a customs repair shop in a dark alleyway. Ricky sat and waited to hear the siren blow past them before they continued their drive to the Vinewood sign.

Soon they would arrive and look over the city of Los Santos, and as this view was pleasant, Ricky preferred the view of Natalia, her black hair and silhouette outlined by the city lights. Ricky would lean in for a kiss, their lips would meet, and what followed was a long passionate kiss that was accompanied by a tight embrace of one another that would lead to more. Ricky's last clear sight that night would be him laying Natalia down in the Trans-Am as the city's light glistened in the background.

As the sun crested the city, Ricky would wake up to find Natalia in his arms and the sight of their clothing flung around in the car. Before driving Natalia home, he would slip his clothes back on as they spent the night in Ricky's Trans-am. After taking Natalia back home, Ricky would stop by a local waffle hut for breakfast and coffee to help aid the hangover caused by last night. While sitting in the waffle hut, he would make numerous runs back and forth from the bathroom as he kept throwing up his drinks from the night before. Once he felt sick, he would get up and stumble back to his seat at the bar, where he would wake up with black coffee and begin nursing his hangover. While sitting at the Waffle Hut bar, a waitress would walk over to Ricky and tell him that he had a phone call for him.

Ricky would then get up and walk over to the phone behind the counter. He would answer the call to which the pawnshop owner said, "Hey Ricky, I got a new buyer lined up from the internet. He will meet with you down at sandy shores behind the You Tool store. It was unclear what he wanted, but it was some type of handgun and body armor. Either way, I will have one of my guys leave a cache full of these items behind the yellow jack bar. So get your ass over there."

Ricky hung up the phone and sipped the last of his coffee. Then got ready for this deal. He drove back to the house he was renting, then stumbled to his closest. Where he would put on a pair of black cargo pants and then put his black socks on, next, he would pull on his red plaid shirt, which he would button up. Then he slipped his belt on, followed by his pair of boots. Lastly, he would collect other items such as a black bandana, a pair of tinted goggles, a bulletproof Kevlar vest, and a black cowboy hat. With all these items in hand, he placed them in a gym bag, got in his Trans-am, and started his drive for Sandy Shores.