A GTA Story: Welcome to G-block!!!

The following day, Leon woke up at 5 a.m., his internal clock still ticking with the discipline honed during his military days. The room remained dark, as the sun had yet to rise, but he didn't mind. Early mornings were his sanctuary, a time to focus before the chaos of the day unfolded.

After a quick splash of cold water to wake himself up, he slipped into workout clothes and made his way to the hotel's gym. The facility was state-of-the-art, stocked with everything from treadmills to free weights. There was even an area designated for fighters to train, though it was empty. For the next hour, Leon pushed his body—running, lifting, and stretching until he felt the satisfying burn of exertion. He then moved to the fighting area, engaging in some shadowboxing before calling it a day and leaving just as other residents were trickling in.

Back in his room, he let the hot shower wash away the sweat and stiffness, his mind already thinking about the day ahead. Once clean and refreshed, he grabbed his phone and initiated a FaceTime call to Victor Cruz.

After a few rings, Victor's face appeared on the screen, groggy at first before shifting into a smirk. "Look who finally decided to call."

"Yeah, yeah," Leon said, rolling his eyes. "What's good, Vic? You too good to pick people up from the airport now? That's how we're moving?"

Victor chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "You're a grown man, Leon. Figured you could handle it. Plus, we've been busy," he said with a shrug as if he truly believed that was a valid excuse.

"Busy, huh? What about Kane? He hasn't answered my calls either. I tried him three times yesterday. Thought he blocked my number or sum," Leon added, still annoyed that neither of his brothers had shown up.

Victor's smirk faded slightly, his tone shifting as he responded. "He was on a mission last night, delivering that ice cream we told you about while you were away. Can't talk too much on the phone, though. You know how it is."

Leon nodded, catching the subtle hint to keep things vague. "Yeah, I get it. Still, we need to link up. All three of us. Today work? This morning?"

Victor nodded. "Yeah, that's good. You've been gone too long, bro. We got a lot to catch you up on."

"Facts," Leon said with a grin. "I'll text you the time and place. Tell Kane to pick up his damn phone, too." His tone took on a mock-authoritative edge.

Victor's face scrunched up in amusement. "What? Tell him yourself, b*tch."

"F*ck you," Leon shot back with a smirk before ending the call and tossing his phone onto the bed.

With the call wrapped up, he took a deep breath, trying to suppress the excitement bubbling up inside him. It had been five years since he last saw his brothers in person, and while their bond was unshakable, nothing could replace seeing them face-to-face. A couple of minutes later, after staring at his nearly empty closet, he texted Victor, telling him to meet at the shopping district at 10 a.m. since he needed to buy new clothes.

Just then, his stomach growled, pulling him from his thoughts and reminding him that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet. Grabbing his hoodie, he headed downstairs to the hotel's restaurant. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon greeted him as he walked in. Since it was a buffet-style setup, he picked up a plate and walked around, selecting everything he liked. With a full plate and a steaming cup of coffee, he settled at an empty table, ready to dig in.

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Leon arrived early in the morning at District 10's most iconic shopping district, a sprawling, vibrant area where modern architecture met urban leisure. The district stretched across several interconnected open-air corridors lined with premium stores, local boutiques, and an array of cafés and eateries. Above, massive digital billboards flashed dynamic advertisements, bathing the streets in colorful lights.

Just across the large road separating the shopping district—known as Central Hub—stood an outdoor basketball court, its striking blue and orange court lines framed by park benches and shaded seating areas. A well-known community gathering spot, the area was always alive with activity. People played basketball, hung out with friends, grabbed food from the restaurants in Central Hub, or wandered into the shops to pick up clothes and accessories whenever they wanted.

For Leon, this was the perfect destination. He could update his wardrobe while soaking in the city's atmosphere—something he had missed during his five years in the military. Despite his usual nonchalance, the familiar energy of Central Hub stirred a subtle sense of nostalgia. He had spent countless hours here with his brothers and friends when they were younger.

Shaking off the memories, Leon strode into Central Hub, dressed in one of the few casual outfits he owned—a plain black hoodie and loose-fit sweatpants. His preference for slightly baggy clothing was a habit from his military days. Their uniforms prioritized functionality and ease of movement over style, and over time, that practicality shaped his personal taste. Now, tight-fitting clothes felt alien—restrictive in a way he couldn't tolerate.

Walking through the polished streets of the shopping district, Leon stepped into one of the larger retail stores. Inside, racks upon racks of clothing displayed everything from casual streetwear to designer labels. Wasting no time, he moved through the aisles with ease, selecting three hoodies in muted tones—charcoal gray, navy blue, and olive green. Next, he grabbed two plain T-shirts and a couple of pairs of slacks and sweatpants, all sticking to his preferred balance of comfort and practicality.

Once satisfied, Leon headed to the checkout, paid for his items, and stepped outside into the lively air near the basketball court. A breeze carried the sounds of laughter and bouncing basketballs, but what really caught his eye—and made him grin—was the familiar sight of a large ice cream truck parked nearby. Behind its counter stood none other than his brother, Victor Cruz.

Victor was in his element, handing out colorful swirled ice creams while chatting animatedly with a large group of customers. Leon shook his head in amusement. He had already been informed through letters that Victor was running this business, but seeing it in person was still hilarious.

Leaning casually against a lamppost, Leon watched as his brother worked. It took about twenty minutes for the line to thin before he finally approached the truck, wearing a mock-serious expression.

"An ice cream truck? Really?" Leon folded his arms as he circled the vehicle, inspecting the impressive paint job.

Victor grinned, wiping his hands on a towel. "Hey, don't knock it. The people love it, and business is business." He paused before adding, "I've also got a big shop in the middle of the city. I'm making great money—for once, lawfully."

Leon chuckled, turning his attention to the basketball court. A lively pickup game was underway, with a crowd gathered around, some holding ice cream cones while chatting animatedly. It was the perfect setup—Victor was making money while effortlessly expanding his network for his other business.

"Alright, alright," Leon said, reaching into his pocket. "Get me one of those cones. I need to see if your product is actually worth the hype." He gestured toward the satisfied customers enjoying their ice cream, seemingly unbothered by the weather getting colder.

Victor smirked and handed him a cone with two scoops. "On the house, bro."

Leon accepted it, but just as he turned to leave, his sharp eyes landed on a woman sitting near the court, basking in the sunlight. She had an effortlessly calm, self-assured presence—and she was gorgeous. Without hesitation, he turned back to Victor.

"Make me another one."

Victor shot him a knowing look but said nothing as he prepared a second cone. Armed with both, Leon strolled over to the woman, confidence in every step.

"What's up, my heart?" he greeted smoothly, flashing his signature smile. "Figured I'd share the best ice cream in the city with the best view in the park."

Internally, he cringed as the words spilled out of his mouth. Outwardly, his expression didn't waver. He was great at controlling his expression when he wanted to. 

The woman raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at her lips. "Oh? And you just decided I'm the best view?"

Leon chuckled. "No competition," he said, offering the cone. "Here—tell me if my brother's business is worth the hype."

She accepted it with a small smile, and just like that, the conversation flowed. By the time Leon's own ice cream had melted, he had secured her number, sealing it with a casual promise to take her out sometime.

As he walked back to Victor, he held up his phone triumphantly.

"Still got it."

Victor rolled his eyes but smirked. "You're unbelievable."

"That's why you love me." Leon tossed his empty cone into a nearby trash can before nodding toward the truck. "Since that bum a** Kane hasn't shown up yet, let's start talking without him. But first, we need a better ride—this thing's too damn big."

Victor's laughter echoed as the two brothers walked off, blending seamlessly into the rhythm of the city.

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__________ Images __________

- Leon Green (One of the three main characters of this story)

- Victor Cruz (Extremely Important character in the story)

- Victor's ice Cream truck

- Central Hub

- Basketball court in front of Central Hub