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Pascal laughs. “Well, the longer we stand here the more fucked we are. Z, go in there. We’ll be behind you.”
I nod, flicking my cigarette off and stomping towards the door on the side of the building. A large retaining wall blocks me from the road, which actually might put me at an advantage because now I can bust in there without anyone seeing me.
I walk up to the door that has aDo Not Disturbsign on it. The blinds are shut and the ashtray outside has a still-burning cigarette sitting inside it.
I can feel the guys standing behind me, their anger exuding from them and making my back heat. Without another thought, I raise my foot and slam it into the door. The weak, old frame of the Cum Inn busts without any protest, flying off its hinges and slamming against the opposite wall.
“¡Mierda!”
A group of Hispanic men spring away from the bed. One man stays where he is, hunched over the bed with his bare ass hanging over the top of his jeans. His ass flexes then relaxes over and over again as he thrusts up against the bed.
“Stay where you are!” The order booms out of me and shakes the walls surrounding us. The man on the bed stops mid-thrust, his dark, hairy ass tensed and twitching. His arms slowly raise, and the other men around him have their weapons pointed in our direction.
“Drop your weapons.” I seeth.
One of them spits at my feet. “¡Vete a la mierda!”
“Turn around.” I ignore the spitting man, knowing I’m going to spill his blood soon. I’ll rub his face into his loogie at my feet. Fucker.
The man with the disgusting ass slowly turns around, his cock still hard as he turns around and lets it wave in our direction.
I never noticed the girl below him. At first, I think it’s a prostitute, but then I see the terrified look on her face as she attempts to cover herself. She has a black strip of tape over her mouth and more is banded around her wrists, keeping her at their mercy.
“Shit.” I sigh, nodding my head at Niles. He rushes over to the girl and cuts the tape around her wrists. He tears the tape off her mouth, and she starts sobbing and speaking in Spanish. She is topless and has slices all over her breast and stomach. The skirt she was wearing is bunched around her waist and blood streaks the inside of her thighs.
Sick fucks. The girl looks to be maybe sixteen years old.
“Put your fucking dick away you disgusting fuck!” Pascal barks, waving his pistol in the man’s direction.
“Where is Santiago?” I ask once the man has tucked his junk away.
One man on the right with a gun pointed at my head starts barking at me and waiving the gun in my direction. The only word I can make out isEl Jefe.
My dad steps up with his gun and silencer attachment. “How did you find my clubhouse?”
They start barking in Spanish again and I realize this might be a lost cause.
“I don’t think they speak any English, Z.” Cassius says from behind me.
“Let me see.” I walk up to the man who was raping the girl and plunge my knife into his chin. Blood pours down my knife and onto my wrist. His friends start erupting in anger. One of them cocks the gun back and Cassius goes over to him, disarming him and snapping his neck with his hands. The man falls to the ground.
There’s three other guys. One of them fires their gun that’s pointed at West. I rush him and tackle him from the side. He fires off the gun again and the bullet hits the lamp, exploding the old-fashioned piece into a million shards that fly around the room.
I bat the gun out of his hand and slam my knife down onto his wrist, blade first. Then I slam it down again, cutting through the last tendons. The man screams outin horror as his hand separates from his wrist. I grab onto the mans opened jaw and shove his amputated hand into his mouth, letting him choke on his own fingers. He starts gagging around his dirty digits.
One of the other guys is running towards the bathroom door. West leaps over the bed in one jump, reaching the man before he can barricade himself in the bathroom. He plunges his own knife into the man’s lower back, instantly paralyzing him. The man drops like a pile of bricks and starts hollering in agony. West pulls the knife out and stabs him again, then again, then again. He stabs him repeatedly along his spine until his face is covered in sweat and the man below him is lifeless, drowning in a pool of his own blood.
My dad has been fighting with the last guy, but quickly ends it by putting a silent bullet right between his eyes. The older guys aren’t into the gore. My dad would prefer to leave less mess on him and the crime scene.
I like the mess.
I like having them writhe in pain. I sleep better at night knowing they died in even an inkling of pain of what they caused to these girls.
The man below me is almost passed out. I’d like to bring him back with me and torture him a little more.
He mumbles a few words around his fingers, and I watch him, waiting for him give in to the darkness.
He mumbles the same incoherent words again.
