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Jude shot Perro’s gun out of his hand.
“Who the fuck are you?! Do you know who I am?!” Perro yelled, blood pouring from his fingers.
Jude grabbed the motherfucker, yanking him off the platform the stocky guy had been standing on. Dragging the infamous El Perro del Infierno by the neck across the floor, he brought the son of a bitch outside and tossed him in the passenger’s seat, but not before taking out a couple more folks brave enough to try and save their leader. Now, the dust was clearing… and the music kept playing. The blood bath was a work of art. As Jude kept a careful eye on his surroundings, he relished the fact people were either dead or gone off the premises, and even considering a call to the police in such a situation was laughable. Nothing in there but gang bangers and hookers.
Jude removed all the fucker’s guns and knives from his body, then began to punch him in the face until blood sprayed everywhere. The man was a tough cookie; he refused to yell out or beg, despite now having a broken nose and split lip. Jude tossed one of the weapons in the backseat and tucked the other under his arm. Then, he jammed a pair of socks in Perro’s mouth, placed a black pillowcase over his head, and zip-tied his hands.
As Jude tore out of there like a bat of Hell, the man groaned and started knocking his head against the window.
“If you don’t shut the fuck up,” Jude stated calmly after he slipped the mask off his head and tossed it in the back of the car with his other shit, “I’m going to shove this gun in your ugly face and blow your fuckin’ brains out. Now, try me. I think you know who I am by now, and I’m certain you know how this is going to end…”
They left the hood, and returned to the hills and valleys of Jude’s youth. Green grass, sweet air, mountains in the distance. God’s most perfect canvas, under a blanket of moonlight. A sense of peace came over him.This is my last hoorah. I’m going out like a G…
Soon, he had Perro out the car, the headlights beaming to usher in more light for the festivities. He had the fucker kneel in front of the vehicle, on the grass, then snatched the pillowcase off and removed the sock out of his mouth, but kept him restrained. The man coughed violently, his dark eyes bloodshot, and his nose was covered in smeared blood. Jude lit a cigarette and blew out rings of smoke.
“Judge…” the guy finally uttered in a thick Spanish accent.
“Mmm hmmm.” Jude pointed his gun at him, and waved it. “Here comes the Judge…Today, we have the defendant, Juárez Garcia. Also known as Hell dawg!” He tooted his lips towards the moon and howled. “El Perro del Infierno. How do you plead?”
“I… I don’t understand. My English is no good.No bueno…”
“Ohhhh… all right. I empathize and sympathize, amigo. Well, my Spanish is kinda rusty, but I’ve busted some nuts in a few señoritas’ mouths, and in that time, I’ve picked up a thing or two. Let’s try this:¿Cómo se declara, Motherfucker?”
“¿Cómo se declara?Huh?” Jude shot into the air. “Ahhh! Innocent! I’m innocent!”
“Well, looky here! Now, all of a sudden, you can speak English like a motherfuckin’ pro. Clear as a bell. We got Shakespeare in the fuckin’ house tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Take a seat for the show. It’s a fuckin’ miracle!” Jude cackled. “You plead innocent, huh? Well, here comes the prosecution. Let me list your charges… You sent orders to kill Hook, one of my guys, four years ago. That’s conspiracy. Hook is dead. So now, we’re up to second-degree murder. Two charges down, more to go… You got Charlie locked up. That’s perjury because, number three, you lied to get ’em there, after setting them up. You took two of my best guys away from me, all because you wanted my turf and I wouldn’t give it to you. That’s two charges of first-degree murder, so now, we’re up to five. You thought you and your boys were going to ride up in here, in my world, and take over. It didn’t happen like that, and well, you got mad.” He took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke.
“That’s not what happened! Charlie tried to take over! He double crossed you!”
“Charlie wasn’t tryna take over shit!” Jude rolled his eyes, as silly as it was. “I’m going to need you to try ’nd come up with better stories, somethin’ more convincing. Maybe you should talk to the writers of Real Housewives of Atlanta. Now that’s some scriptwriting, right?” Jude giggled. “My lady watches that shit… and I’m forced to sit there and endure it, but I tell you what, boy, that’s some good drama, ain’t it?! Anyway, back to your case here. Next on the list is what you did to poor Paul. That’s number six. Class A felony. That’s the exact moment you wrote a check that your ass couldn’t cash, partner.”
“Judge! Hold on! Those White guys weren’t fucking mine! I heard the rumors going around that you thought I sent them, but I didn’t!”
“Motherfucker, when I checked their phones, they had your name all in ’em!” The man hung his head. Blood dripped from his face onto his clothes. “I’m the Judge! I ALWAYS look at the evidence. I need proof! Receipts, as the young folk say. Paul’s gotta take like eight different medications now, on account of you. So, that’s five more charges we can tack on, equaling eleven: attempted murder times two, attempted theft times two, and one count of attempted kidnappin’. Them boys of yours tried to cart me off to go shoppin’ in my own truck, at my own crib, and my own trap houses. Ain’t that ’bout a bitch?”
“I didn’t do that shit. I didn’t send them there!”
Jude shook his head, then laughed.
“The preponderance of evidence, Perro, shows otherwise. I haven’t even gotten to the most disrespectful charge of all. You went after my blood brother.”
The man seemed confused. His face was covered in sweat, and he kept blinking as it dripped down to his eyes.
“Cain almost lost his damn eye. You’ve got three more charges from Judge Jude. Two assault charges, with attempted murder. Fourteen counts, motherfucker. You couldn’t talk your way out of this if you said it in five different languages. You sent those boxers after my best friend… my kin. The only person at the time on this planet, who had my back. Oh, hold on now,” He held up his finger and chuckled. “Fifteen counts… Almost let you off on the extortion charge, because you tried to get money out of him. You’ve done just about every damn thing you could to take me and my brother down, and when it was just me, you thought it would be easier, but it wasn’t. You fucked with the wrong man, motherfucker. You’re like an incurable disease. You just keep comin’ and getting worse and worse, and the only way to get rid of it is to kill it with fire.”
“Come on, Judge!!!” The guy was pleading and blubbering now. Every time he did so, it made Jude all the angrier.
“Hold your damn head up and pull yourself together. Take it like a man. Don’t act all delicate on me now, fine as frog hair. I know you were the shit in Mexico. I know you pulled weight. But see, you crossed the border and thought you could take over here, too. Some of y’all think we’re dumb. You think you can swindle us and get over. I already got your house surrounded wit’ with some of my boys right this second, and some of your other spots in case they figure it all out and try something. I’ve been plannin’ this shit since the moment I walked into Paul’s house and saw what you’d gone and done. Us country boys, those of us down here in the trenches, we’ll die for ours, señor. We bleed red, white, and motherfuckin’ blue twenty-four-seven. I’m country-er than cornbread, motherfucker. My daddy is Appalachian. I know you’ve heard of my mama and daddy, you piece of shit. Their blood runs through my veins, and I’m a chip off the ol’ crooked block. This ismytown! I tried to keep the peace. I kept tellin’ you to back the fuck off, but you mistook my kindness for weakness.”
“No, I didn’t! No, it wasn’t like that, Jude! They did it on their own! Let’s talk this shit out. I can—”
“I didn’t want to start a war, butyoudid, and so now, señor, I’m going to end it.”
“PLEASE!” Perro tried to move forward and fell off onto his side. “Judge! I didn’t know they did that to Cain! If I’d known, I would’ve stopped them!”
“Lies… more perjury. Geesh… still lyin’ in a court of law. Shame, shame, shame. You know what’s funny? I was finna retire.” He chuckled mirthlessly. Perro stared at him with shock all over his face. “Yeah, I got big plans, but see, I was leaving my crew a nice, big inheritance. Like a good father should. As you know, the GDs are now in the mix, too. You brought that on yourself. Things got kinda messy for you, didn’t they?” Jude laughed.
Perro slowly closed his eyes.
