Things might of gotten carried away that night. Some things were said that could’ve been avoided, sure, but did Pete really think I was gonna keep moving up points in a city that’s on the verge of completely collapsing? I kept saying, “we gotta move, we gotta do something about this.” It was clear my crew was the only group getting anything in our pockets, yet nothing was being done upstairs. Look, Kansas City? There ain’t shit.
The night before everything happened, I sat down with Mark, Gino, Tony and the guys. We decided there’s gonna be some changes. These are my exact words: “We’re leaving Kansas City and we’re gonna build an empire elsewhere.”
It was real bold of me, but it was even bolder to convince them all to pack their bags and have their families sent to God knows where. We talked it out, matter a fact, we sat at my house the whole damn night. Gino couldn’t even stay awake the whole thing, but we came down to the idea of moving out to the Golden State.
The Golden State had to have been a clear sign that the city was a golden opportunity for us. The technology, the corporations, the investments and most importantly, the business was at an all-time high. Let’s not forget to mention, Vinewood and all of that is next door. This move was gonna stop burning a hole in our pockets and be that golden opportunity. So yeah, sure, I said some fucking things, but not for nothing. There’s money to be made.
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Everything was good in retrospect. At first, I thought the move from Kansas was gonna do us all some good, but really it’s been a mess. We burned bridges to get to the big red bridge in San Fierro almost for nothing, it felt like. There was construction all over this city and we couldn’t get a single foot in the door. Our old links back home weren’t gonna do us much good almost 30 hours away either. So it came down to sending guys out and making moves just like we started out when were kids.
Gino put money into a place in South Fierro, Tony got a guy for the construction we wanted in on, Mark had his hands in that too. Things started lining up for us. Guys started coming out of the woodwork trying to prove themselves, and they were.
Those guys were Vic Ruffino, Roy LaDelfa and Rich Nardi, we eventually brought em in. It was a move to be made, we needed more guys out there to back us. Mark said to me that night, “This city is ours, Pat.”
It wasn’t too long before everything started really falling into place like a stadium of dominoes. I kept Gino on my side for those brains of his, Mark at my other watching Tony, who I had keeping things in order on the street. Below him were the guys I fucking made. I made men outta boys. Now we’re making a bitch outta this city.
