[DISCONTINUED] Beatris (Book 2 Of Violet)

New Generation (Chapter 1)

The City of Los Santos.

A place filled with exciting events. You can come and hang at the beach, enjoy the hot sun as it kisses your skin. Go to the carnival, enjoy with family and friends, get cotton candy and enjoy a romantic ride on the ferris wheel with a date.

Or maybe, you are a groom-to-be and the guys want to make your last day, as a single man, memorable. Strip clubs are always the answer to a fun night. Get a lap dance, enjoy some brew with the guys, and throw dollar bills for the pole dancers. You can also go into V.I.P and get a show that's a little more "one-on-one". But you wouldn't do that to your fianćee right? 

Possibly working here interests you, having a well paid job is something the people in Los Santos look for and have! Become a manager of your own company, sell some of your own items, what can go wrong?

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"What can go wrong huh?" The TV was paused as the Los Santos commercial went live. They did it so people will start coming here for vacations and such but, would anyone actually survive one day?

I step towards the window, the city view was perfect here. It makes me feel like I can rule it. Being the leader of a gang makes me feel sorta like the King, but I am still hungry for more power. There's only one gang that holds me against my power and I plan to kill all of them and bring back that Violet.

"Nanners! Chilled!" I yell out their names, right on cue they enter my office and stood stiff by my desk.

"You called for us sir." SeaNanners says as I continue to stare out the window, towards the outskirts of Los Santos, where my enemy hides.

"Call my son, it's time he starts the mission." I say as I turn towards my two most trusted members. Nanners presses a button on his watch which lights up blue, soon the door instantly opens to reveal my offspring. Looking almost like me, he resembles more like. . .his mother. He approaches me, his dirty blonde hair slicked back, dark overcoat with dark pants, and black dress shoes. His eyes were a mixture of hazel and blue and he stood before me tall and proper.

"You called for me, father?" He says, making me smile with excitement.

"I did call for you, my son, because it's time for our mission to start. All these years training to be one if the best in hand in hand combat has paid off. Let your skills be known by out enemies outside of this building." I say as I wrap an arm around his shoulder, bring him closer towards the window, to show him the view if the city.

"See all this son? Somewhere out there is a key to victory, a key to riches, a key to power!" I ball up a fist, showing my determination for power.

"You, my son, will help me achieve that dream of mine." I say as I turn towards him, eyeing his facial features. His face was calm but his eyes were another story.

"Would my mother approve of this?" His question caught me off guard, the truth behind his mother's death must never be told to him, knowing that I am the one who gave her the taste of metal.

"Your mother, was murdered by the gang we still hunt for today, I have told you this a thousand times son, why is it that it always comes to your head?" I look at him, wanting to see how his minds processes this once again.

"It's just. . .why would my mother die? Weren't you there to protect her?" He then turns to look at me for answers, his eyes filling with a void made by anger and veangence. I stare back at him then turn to the view in front of us.

"I will never forget the day your mother died, it was a week after you were born. You see son, falling in love will only bring harm to you and it will distract you. I saw your mother die, by the hands of our true enemy. I wasn't able to reach her because we were outnumbered, but before they got to you, I ran to get you, earning this scar on my face." I touched the scar that was left by his mother, she scratched me minutes before. . .