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After some time smuggling, holding raves, the hill family finally decided to take over a local hotel, if not by money and nice word's, then by force and blood.

Dexter and Vihaan had come to and idea that they are best off holding raves for young people, where they can make even more connections and bars from their time is outdated.

The Hill's became one of the most organized criminal groups in Los Santos. Through their connection's with the local gang's and the mafia they became just what they wanted, shadow's, nobody knows their real names, no one suspects a thing when they pass by becouse they look like business men, manners, and talk only when they need too, they are friendly with all of the gang's, not interested in any war or arguments with the local's. Dexter, the brains of operation, helped the crew to raise up in their criminal enterprise. Vihaan, the head of their sex trafficking operation's. John, cold-eyed killer and their hitman in need of one, he is the youngest and the wildest of the Hill family.

Arrangement of the weekly supply of weapon's.

The Hill Crew, led by Dexter and Vihaan moved from Richman to downtown, working with a local crew "The Downtown BrotherHood", together they moved big time shipment of weapons to the local asian crew who smuggled them across town and over the border.

The Hill Crew leadership

The Hill Crew decided it was the best option to start smuggling weapon's and narcotic's through their connection with east side crew called "The Downtown BrotherHood". Dexter and Vihaan decided that this was the best option to get some cash rolling until they can start robbing again.

The Hill Crew The Hill Crew is a small time organized ilegal crew who is run by two brothers, Dexter and Vihaan Hill, they started small and want to keep it that way, move quick and smart not too many members like a mob. They are robbers, big time jobs, jewelry stores, ship containers, banks and armored trucks. (IC story about the crew) The Hill brothers, Vihaan and Dexter, grew up in the skirts of Chicago, they were only 12 when they started driving bikes with their father Charles. After they turned 18 they joined the army, fought in Afghanistan where they were shot, Dexter cought a bullet to the leg while Vihaan was shot by a sniper in his left forearm. They returned home and saw that their dad was killed in Chicago becouse of turf war with Hells Angles and some other crew, they started delaing small time, couple of small time deals and when they wanted to start a big time organization shit went south, DEA busted their safehouse and slapped cuffs, Vihaan and Dexter were long gone. They were on the run for some time when they finnally settled in Blueberry San Andreas, got in a good word with the local biker gangs, delt some weapons and they made a bit of cash. By the time they were 25 they wanted to start their own biker gang, that didnt work out, settled in Fort Carsom what they thought was a quiet place for a fresh start, it was the main base for a narco cartel which didnt take new crews lightly. Dexter and Vihaan got in a major gun-fight with the sicarios and Vihaan cought a bad bullet to the neck, Dexter ran becouse he thought Vihaan died. Dexter lost it, moved in Shady creeks when he met some cult who called themsleffs the Manson Family, becouse he was alone and lost he joined them, quickly became on of the shotcallers for The Manson Family, when he saw that they were a bunch of cannibals and sick fucks he ran. They didnt last long after that, Dexter got in some trucking, raised some money and trucked for a long time, he heard rumors about some man named The Crow making moves in Flint County, he didnt think nothing of it, he knew Vihaan used to call himself Crow, he had a doubt and hope he lived but that was only dreams, it was making him go insane thinking that his brother might still be out there. He went in flint county when he saw something that froze him, Vihaan with a bullet wound onhis neck, a old dirty leather vest and a dirty bike with bullet holes in the seat. He was drinking beer at the local gas station, long beard and long hair, he jumped on him and hugged him, Vihaan froze too, all this time they tought that each one was dead, Vihaan was in custody after the gun fight for a long time, they started trucking both, made some serious cash and started moving in the shadows, they were not going to make the same mistake twice, didnt use their real names, dressed nice to not raise attention, moved like the shadow in the night. Dexter didnt know, a woman he used to love had a kid, the kid was named John Hill, he was a wild kid, trouble maker at its finest. After Johns mother died he started searching for the man who his mother called Dex. Never met his father before but his mother said that he moved in Los Santos, he got out of the bus and started asking around, Dexter and Vihaan didnt like someone raising suspicion on their name, they found him and kidnapped him not knowing it was Dexters son. After they put a gun to his head, he talked "im a Hill to you bitches" they pulled out his wallet and saw the picture of a yung woman, Dexter froze, threw his gun on the floor and hugged John, "you look just like her he said" they hugged both and gone to Dexters mansion in richman where they lived. John was still a kid, only 17 years old he couldnt drive trucks or anything but he helped around the business's where he worked for his dad and Vihaan. After some time he was in the game, a cold eyed killer called himself Reaper. Vihaan "Crow" Hill, Dexter "Wolf" Hill and John "Reaper" Hill was on their way to success, now they act legal, not raising too many eyebrows, and move like shadows named The Hill Crew.

|Shady Creek| |The Manson Family|

The Manson Family was a cult led by a criminal named Charles Manson, the cult was at its peak 1960 to 1970s reaching approximately 100 members, now they are only a small group led by Dexter Hill, a broken biker who met them in the woods after his brothers death. |The Manson Family| After Vihaan’s death, something inside Dexter Hill snapped. Vihaan wasn’t just a friend. He was a brother, a partner in a city that chewed up and spit out weaker men. The two of them had built something—something real—in Los Santos, even if it was held together with blood and bad decisions. When Vihaan died, gunned down in the middle of a deal gone wrong, Dexter didn’t cry. He didn’t speak at the funeral. He vanished. People said he drove north in the dead of night, windows down, letting the cool mountain wind tear at his face like it could rip the grief from him. He ended up where few dared to tread—Shady Creek, a dense and forgotten forest beyond the city’s limits, soaked in fog and whispered legends. The trees were tall, the trails hidden. It was the kind of place people entered when they wanted to disappear… or when they already had. For months, Dexter lived alone in a crumbling cabin, off old forestry roads. No power, no connection to the outside world—just the woods and his spiraling thoughts. He talked to Vihaan sometimes. Sometimes, he swore Vihaan talked back. But madness wasn’t the only thing lurking in Shady Creek. One moonless night, while hunting for food, Dexter stumbled onto something stranger than he could’ve imagined—a fire-lit clearing surrounded by hooded figures, chanting low and slow, the air thick with incense and menace. He had found them—the Manson Family cult, remnants of an old, twisted ideology that had taken root in these woods, evolving into something more feral and unhinged. Instead of fear, Dexter felt a pull—like the forest had summoned him to this very moment. He didn’t resist. He joined them. At first, he was just a wanderer in their ranks. But Dexter was different—he had seen the city, bled in its streets, survived its chaos. The cult saw the fire in his eyes, the storm in his silence. In weeks, he wasn’t just a member. He was the leader. But Dexter didn’t want to preach. He wanted to build. The pain Vihaan left behind needed fuel—and fire. He taught the cultists how to cook meth. Not just backyard junk. He used Vihaan’s old formula, refined it, weaponized it. They set up labs deep in the forest, masked by pine and paranoia. The smoke that rose from the treetops was mistaken for fog. Delivery vans left the woods disguised as forest service trucks. Local sheriffs stayed away, too scared or too paid off. Dexter’s network spread like wildfire. From San Fierro to Los Santos, his product flooded the state. The media called it “Blue Creek.” Addicts called it a miracle. Cops called it a nightmare. And the name behind it all? Just whispers. “He’s not real,” they’d say. “Just a myth in the trees.” “The ghost of Shady Creek.” But in truth, he was very real. And every batch of meth, every whispered chant in the woods, every sacrifice beneath the blood moon—it all led back to him. Dexter Hill, broken by grief, reborn as a prophet of smoke and fire, ruling an empire from the shadows of the pines. And Vihaan? His photo still hung in the main cabin, above the cook station. Every cook began with a prayer. Every batch was a tribute. The empire wasn’t about money. It was revenge. And Dexter would burn all of San Andreas if that’s what it took to feel whole again.