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Carlos: Monday before the Incident

After school and I’m all sorts of fucked up on how to get one person to sit down and talk things out. Yeah it’s Guy I’m talking about but at this point I’d give him almost anything just to end this shit and get my sister to hate on me and my boys a little less. Yeah I know she never liked my crew but over the past months she’s had a serious problem with everyone under me and I’m not being spared just because we’re blood either. It hasn’t turned to anything I gotta check my people on yet but I’m not taking chances on someone just thinking they can put her in her place. I’m outside her door and take a second to man up before knocking. I hear her say to come in, she might not think it’s me but I go in and when she sees me enter and close the door after me I get the disapproving sister look.

“Well sooner or later it had to happen. So what am I supposed to do for the gang,” Marta asks me and I stop at what she is saying,” You’ve been following me for a couple days now like you want to ask me something and since you really don’t have anything other than your gang it’s pretty academic where your question is going to come from.”

“Sorry sis, not about my crew. I need to talk about Guy,” I say it and she closes her laptop setting on the bed beside her,” I have tried to talk to him but he’s so far gone that I could be talking to la Luna and I’d get a better conversation. I need to make peace and I can’t figure out how any more so since you know him I need your help.”

“I’m not setting him up for you or leading him somewhere you can ambush him,” my sister tells me and I groan.

“You seriously think that’s who I am,” I ask and she shrugs.

“You don’t show anyone anything else. You have all your little homies and homettes surrounding you and you spent three years beating on him because ‘your people don’t get disrespected’. Then when he nearly dies you stand there and tell everyone that you didn’t do anything wrong when you know you did. You can’t even own up to your own shit with him but you want to make peace,” Marta is taking it to me and I let her for a bit.

“Just because I didn’t turn my people out as scapegoats for shit they actually didn’t do doesn’t mean I ignored what we had done to him and every single thing since then that my people have been close to or involved in that wasn’t making peace with him I stomped out,” I explain and she shakes her head.

“Like Hector backing him into a corner so our cousin could get involved in your little feud,” she says it but how does she know that much,” I spoke to Imelda about it after she said I didn’t have to worry anymore.”

“Well Imelda spoke with Guy because someone was threatening to hurt me by getting to you and Guy stopped that,” I start to explain but she stops me.

“Yeah both Guy and she said that and Guy said he had nothing to do with anyone coming after me because of shit you did but that still doesn’t change the fact that you kept your ‘boy’ Hector at home for a couple weeks instead of actually punishing him for going after Guy when he should have backed off,” Marta is bringing up my past with my people and it’s not helping.

“Hector needed to cool off and understand that Guy isn’t a problem,” I try but my sister is quick with it.

“If he’s not a problem then why are you worried so much that you have to come to me to help you smooth things over,” she asks it and it’s making me angry,” Is it because Guy isn’t listening to the all powerful gang leader or is it because for once you need to change people’s minds about you being the king turd leading the shits?”

“It’s about making things right and squashing all of it so we can just move the hell on. Every time I see him he looks like he’s waiting for something to happen like I’m the bad guy,” I say the words and Marta is right on me.

“You are the bad guy. You’ve been the bad guy and now you’re just upset because you think you’ve been a good guy this whole time,” Marta is talking about everything she sees but she doesn’t see all of it.

“You don’t know what I’ve done to help this family, this hood, hell this half of the damn city,” I tell her and she doesn’t look impressed,” Remember that guy who was dealing at school, never got caught with drugs but we all knew it was him and Dad was worried about you going to the same high school as us?”

“Martin Martinez, the loser pot head,” Marta asks and I shake my head at her.

“More like meth and he’s been out of the city since my freshman year. Then his suppliers, then their money, all of it gone in one year and not a single cop because I made sure it got taken care of, I might not be perfect but I’m not the bad guy,” I state and she laughs.

“Wow, taking credit for getting rid of one complete loser in high school and everything that allegedly happened after. You are really desperate to prove you’re what? Some sort of savior,” Marta says and she’s making fun of me.

“Not really, I did what I did because it was going to help,” I explain but Marta is on me again.

“And how does you and your boys kicking the shit out of Guy help? Explain to me how you being the bully with the biggest gang helped anything for him,” She asks it and I don’t have the answer for her, not one that would actually be worth saying,” Yeah, good talk big brother. I have other things to do.”

“I’m not asking for my crew or my boys, I’m just asking for me. I want to talk to Guy, apologize and if we can figure out how to let all this get behind us and not be watching out for each other when we’re trying to eat lunch,” I ask Marta who is trying to get back on her laptop,” Please take this serious.”

“I would if there were something I could do to help. You don’t understand I don’t have any say over Guy, I can’t tell him to sit down and talk as much as you could tell Hector to stop being a complete asshole,” Marta explains and I am tired of the insults,” Guy does what he wants, when he wants and when he does it he does it because from what I can tell it amuses him. He fucked up Romeo because he thought it was funny, he thought what he did to one of your boys while you watched was funny, Romeo in pain screaming? He thought that was funny because he’s not able to feel things like he used to.”

“How do you know all that,” my sister has a lot of insight into how someone she’s not always around is thinking.

“Abby, she watches him and she listens. Morning after he screwed up Romeo even though he was in pain he was smiling and even laughing a little. Your friends, your homies… they made him this way. And when he was dying you didn’t even try to go to the hospital, you didn’t put yourself out there to be spit on or have someone tell you how horrible you and your boys were because it wasn’t convenient to be seen as weak,” Marta is going for the throat on me but I shake my head.

“I didn’t go to the hospital because my people didn’t do it, both times. I admitted to what was done before but after it wasn’t us,” I start and she is quick to cut me off.

“Please, you’re memory isn’t that bad to forget Hector pushing him around as a Christmas gift,” she reminds me and I nod.

“Which is why I pulled Hector out for a bit, made him think about when he went after Guy and when I said to stop,” I didn’t exactly tell him to think about it,” Back to my thing I need your help. I just want to speak with him.”

“Then go over to his house and see if they let you onto the grounds. I’d be surprised if you even make it past the gate before the cops show up,” Marta is making fun of my situation.

“Alright, be a bitch. I have tried to explain and I have been as honest and sincere as I can but you just want to be a bitch so fuck you,” I get up to leave the room.

“Excuse me,” she stops me and I turn around and yell at her.

“Fuck you, I have made sure that for four years your life has been fucking sunshine and rainbows while my hands are covered in dirt and blood. Your college fund, the one Mom and Dad have been ‘saving’ for the past four years? That’s me, that is my work paying for your ungrateful ass and yeah I thought it was funny at first watching Guy get his ass beat and when I said stop finally it stopped. I should have done it sooner but that’s on me. Everything else you can shove up your ass,” I yell at Marta and head out.

I don’t think she came after me as I leave the house slamming the doors and my own ride door before pulling away from the curb. I’m pissed off and that’s when people need to worry because I don’t get mad, I get furious and before I realize where I’m at I’m out the car and heading into the tattoo shop the Union run. Vicki is at the front to take customers but I’m not here for any new ink as I step past the counter and the chairs to the back where the Old Man is sitting going over his books. He doesn’t even look up as I slam the door to his small office closed.

“If you’re here to yell at me about something you might want to tell me the subject so I can decide if I should actually listen to you or throw you out for slamming my door,” the Old Man tells me as I sit in his only other chair,” Or this isn’t about me and the Union.”

“I can’t fix it,” I state and he nods to me,” This thing with that kid Guy, I can’t fix it and now it’s so far out from everything that happened I just yelled and my sister because she just looks at me and sees a piece of shit gangbanger.”

“You are a gangbanger Carlos, you’re not quite a piece of shit but you do stick your hands in it just like the rest of us,” he says and I nod a little as the Old Man turns to me,” What is bothering you most about this kid? Is it the fact that someone messed him up twice and it wasn’t you or is it the fact that there are some people who don’t accept the olive branch?”

“The what,” I ask and he chuckles.

“Old term, to extend peace the symbolism was an olive branch way back before you and I were ever even thought of. This kid, Guy, what seems to be the big hold up for him squaring shit up with you,” the Old Man explains and I figure I’ll get it out.

“After all of this I just want to fix one thing that I let get messed up. You took over the drug dealers and it was your call to. You took over looking into who screwed Guy up for me because you got bigger reach. I just want someone not part of this life to look at me and not see the piece of shit that they all think I am,” I explain and he leans back in his chair.

“They or she? Always a girl when a man wants to change his stripes or at least how they see him and unless you’re queer that means a girl unless we’re talking about your sister then we’re in a subject I’m not touching,” he jokes a little but he’s right.

“Guy’s sister Abby, she hates me and that hate is spreading into my sister who had sex with Guy and this whole time I’m trying to get one of the three to sit down and not talk down to me like I’m some…,” I try to explain but the Old Man is quick to stop me.

“I get what you’re saying kid, you’re young and want people to think better of you. When you get older you’ll just want them to leave you alone and keep off your damn street,” he says more to fill in for himself than me,” Well I gotta say you’re screwed until we find the people who messed with him.”

“You know who they are, where,” I ask and he shakes his head.

“No, you stay out because it’s above your head boy. We’re handling this and when it’s over you’ll be exonerated and that will be the end of it,” he says and I groan in frustration,” Carlos I like you, you’re smart and you got ambition but you’re also loyal and honest which is why nobody has put a bullet in your head. When time comes you’ll be standing to the side of it all with your people and everyone will know you weren’t responsible.”

He’s got a line on who kicked off the year of looking over my shoulder by stabbing Guy and Guy’s real connections being found out but that does me no good now. I could go behind the Old Man’s back, figure out who he’s watching and do something before he does but that ends with me and mine hanging for it. I say my goodbye to the Old Man and head back out, I got a couple messages on my phone mostly crew but a one from Mom asking where I am and one from a blocked number. I open the blocked one and immediately look around the message was short and simple: I See You.

Neal Donnelly: Tuesday Evening before Incident

Here I am at dinner with my family and my ex wife’s family and the entire time I’m watching my son without him realizing it. He’s keeping something to himself and the longer I don’t know what it is the more worried about him I become. Hiding a porn magazine or drinking underage is one thing but he’s setting himself up against people who will kill him and not care about those around him when they do. I’ve been watching Carlos Ortega since I decided to show him he wasn’t safe months ago. I almost put a bullet in the boy but people don’t lie when you show them pictures of their loved ones and have a loaded weapon. I actually thought the boy could be hiding something about what has been happening to my son but aside from the previous beatings and humiliation there isn’t anything worth killing over. I turn my attention and thoughts back to my son. He’s calm, almost happy and smiling but whenever I see him and he doesn’t think anyone is looking I see the change and I see that darkness behind his eyes. We get it in war, it’s a look that usually means we’re about to do something that god wouldn’t understand. I have to find out where he’s been going, I found the storage locker with the car and the clothes easy enough but there is another location I can’t seem to pin down. My thoughts are almost distracting me when someone asks about desert.

“How about some ice cream,” the oldest boy, Mark Jr. suggests.

“I don’t think we have any Mark,” my ex, Loretta informs him.

“We’ll go get some,” I suggest and nod to Guy,” Guy and I can go get some and bring it back quick.”

Everyone likes the idea even Guy until we step away from the table and he looks at me like he’s putting together what I’m doing. Mostly I want to talk to my son but I really want him to tell me everything he’s thinking when he thinks nobody notices. We take the truck and I sit in the quiet with him when he just comes out with it.

“Why are we here? Why take me with you to get ice cream,” Guy asks and I don’t know how to say it best.

“I missed a lot of time with you, a lot of little things. I just want to do whatever we can together before your sister and I leave to return home to Montana. Still going to see you graduate,” I tell my son and he listens but he’s waiting for something.

“I’m almost at the point now where I actually think you want to help me,” Guy says and I almost shoot off that I do,” But you can’t, what I am doing next I have to do alone. Once it’s done I’ll have something I’ve been waiting for since this started at the beginning of the school year.”

“What are you planning on doing,” I ask and he smiles.

“I’m going to get satisfaction. I’m going to balance the scales and I’m going to watch as people have to acknowledge that whether it’s God, fate, karma or random blind luck the universe will give you what you deserve,” Guy says and I’m more than a little concerned,” After that I’m going to sit back, finish this chapter of my life and look at what I really want to do going forward.”

“Ever think that you could just let things go and move on,” I ask my son and he smiles at me, I can see it from the corner of my eye.

“Could you have just let Gwen go,” Guy asks and it’s low but he’s making a point.

“No but I went for minimal collateral damage,” I explain and he laughs a little.

“That’s the difference Dad, your list was small. My list… not so much,” Guy states as we pull into the store parking lot.

Ice cream and veiled plans have me at a standstill on what to do next with my son. Whatever it is I need to get out in front of it before he sacrifices himself or his future for a moment of revenge. When I went after my brother’s wife it was to get what was mine back. Guy’s revenge is something much deeper and darker because revenge is dark. We return home minor heroes of the moment with ice cream and everyone gets dished up before the kids are off to bed and I can speak with Delauter alone.

“He’s got something big in mind and I can’t find out what it is or where but he’s going to do it soon,” I tell the Senior Mark.

“How bad do you think it is? Could we let it pass by and just allow him the moment,” he is asking more for his attempt to salvage my son.

I shake my head no and Mark senior nods slowly in agreement before we step out of his office and I’m back to figuring out how to find what else my son is hiding.

Guy: Wednesday at school before Incident

I know you’re busy planning but I’m looking towards what happens after.

You mean like a party or a celebration? He could use one.

No, I’m thinking long term and that means he needs to find out who is best for him.

How about we just choose one and that’s the end of it.

He’s looked for too long, we let them decide.

Cat fight?

No… Maybe… it’s up to them really.

My guests arrive to my spot in the library after lunch and while I know everyone here intimately they don’t quite know each other but the four all look to each other with wonder as to why the others are here.

“So now that we’re all here I want to thank you for coming. Each of you knows me in some form or another and each of you has expressed some sort of… attraction to me. First off I want each of you to know that what I am doing here today isn’t a declaration of intent I’m simply previewing the few people outside of my family that have shown a genuine interest in my well being. That being said a change is coming for me and in less than a week I’ll be someone new, hopefully for the last time,” I explain and they listen for a moment.

“Guy I’m not sure what you’re saying,” Marta asks and I begin to speak but Jenna is quick to say her piece.

“You will be this or something more,” the budding model asks me and I shrug.

“I could be less, that is the risk but I must risk it nevertheless,” I state and she nods.

“Risk what,” Emily, the newcomer and most fresh of the four asks confused.

“Risk my everything, in war whether of the heart and mind or the body there is risk and I’ve been at war. A war I’m planning on ending,” I state as Marta looks down.

“You mean against my family,” the gang leader’s sister states and again I’m not the one to answer.

“He means against everyone, everyone who wronged him and hasn’t paid their due,” Jenna explains and smiles,” I’ll see you after; I think you will be amazing after you are done.”

“A lot of people have made it their mission statement that my life is their play thing and they can hurt, humiliate and kill me at their whim. I’m going to make a statement but more than that I’m going to make them hurt. It will not be a simple hurt either for it will be lasting and it will be something they will have to endure for almost as long as I have,” I explain and they all sit back and absorb my words,” That being said I don’t know who I’m going to be after that Jenna. This could go away in a matter of minutes and I could finally find peace.”

“You aren’t at peace now,” Emily asks with a note of concern.

“Just because he’s not taking it out on everyone else doesn’t mean he isn’t upset or hurting but Guy,” Sydney explains before turning her attention to me,” Hurting other people back doesn’t mean you won’t feel pain for what’s been done. I’m not saying do or don’t but consider your options and the fact that it might change nothing?”

“And again, that is an outcome for me as well since I don’t know how I’ll feel after all this is has been done,” I clarify and smile,” But it will be done and as it must it will be done by my hand.”

“No, you’re nice and we had a moment but I’m not sticking around to see you drag yourself down and I know,” Marta stares straight at me,” I know you are looking at my family on this and as much as I hate what is does he is my brother.”

“I know, but I will not lie to you and I will not deceive you Marta. The greatest trick in the world is to be known as the greatest liar on the planet and know that you only have ever told the truth,” I reply and smile a little sadly to her.

Marta leaves the table quietly and I allow her to, she earned that and blood is blood. You can’t hurt it like you can everything else and even if she says something to her brother I’ve planned for that. Even if they come to find me and stop me, I’ve planned for that too. And if they bring their biker buddies in on the situation to stop me, well they’ve been planned for too. The remaining three are sitting quietly before Jenna figures it’s a good time to add her two cents.

“Well I’m hoping to see you like this but more… evolved,” the beauty states and I shrug,” Not the vengeance so much but the determination, the confidence and the purity of who you are.”

“Yeah you like him now, what about before,” Sydney counters and I have to give her points on that.

“Okay no cat fights over him, it’s not going to win him over,” Emily states and she’s right.

Boo!

Well she’s right.

Maybe but she didn’t have to say it.

The ladies leave to their own devices and plans as I sit and think on mine only to find one came back and honestly, it’s the one I thought would.

“I know you, I know all this is huge and painful but have you really thought it through,” Syd asks quietly sitting back down.

“I have and it actually feels liberating to imagine doing what I have planned,” I tell her as she nods.

“I was here before, I’ll be here after and beyond but you need to think about whether or not you will be,” Syd states and I sit up a little,” I mean physically. Doing this could get you killed.”

“Only if I was going to do it dumb and blind,” I start and she stops me.

“Good, think it through… all of it and when it’s over I’m waiting for you any time. Not when it’s convenient or when I’m not terribly busy,” Syd declares in the quiet of the library with her own quiet intensity.

I watch her leave, all jeans and black leather jacket and have to think hard about that. She really doesn’t care what is left because she just wants me. Okay wants me alive which is a positive, honestly she doesn’t have any real negatives but I’m leaving it to them after. They will want what they want because I don’t know what finally balancing my scales will do for me and that is something I can’t begin to imagine.

Hawk: Wednesday Evening before Incident

And Smitty is messaging me again, probably telling me I need to keep a few of his boys with me just in case. It’s a freaking cop more interested in what the prostitutes are wearing than the biker without his leathers following him. Another bar, another stop, another pair of beers and he’s back on his rounds through the local watering holes. I honestly thought he was shaking the places down but no money changing hands and plenty of people seem to know him so that makes me wonder if he’s spotted me but no actual looking my way. We’re after bar number four and he’s probably over the legal limit but who’s gonna stop a cop in a truck. I follow in a van I grabbed from the Union lot, bikes a bit too obvious for tailing and find Officer Martinez in his cowboy hat stopping at a basketball court to scare off a couple local dealers. I think they’re dealers because they’re not watching the game and when he shows up they clear out. I finish following him as he stops at his home, a simple two bedroom house in a semi respectable part of the east side and watch as the man picks up his mail from the box against the house. I pull a couple houses up and park before getting out and make my way down the opposite side of the street to get a look. Curtain in the living room is closed, no toys outside so no kids that I can tell yet and no second car. Single man living in a two bedroom usually says wife and kid or roommate but a cop keeping a roommate is an odd bird to fly. I cross the street looking straight at the front of the house gauging his location by lights inside with all curtains closed. Living room, dining area behind maybe, down a hall to a bathroom, bedroom where I’m guessing he changes out of some of his clothes before killing the light and heading back to the living room. More lights shut off and now the spare room light is on. Office or workshop maybe?

Car coming up the block, I turn towards it and walk back towards the van. Big tip about looking like you’re not stalking someone is to move towards people, not away. Moving towards means you’re not doing anything wrong, moving away means running and running means guilt. Back to the van and I see Smitty’s latest message about sending me two Union reps just to keep me company but I know what I want to keep me company, Sheena. Been down here for months because Sid can’t seem to get it out of his head that he fucked up the deal with the Union a couple years ago and when he went off and blew up a local shop, even though it was sanctioned by the owner, he did so without Union or the ruling class’s permission. So now I have to come down here to stalk and hunt for someone else and even though I like Jim and some of his people I’m still tired of this desert shit and want to head back to my water, trees and woman. I start up the van and head back to the Union lot parking it and returning the keys to the mechanic on hand as Smitty makes his way to me with a couple boys.

“Hawk you got my message,” he asks and I nod taking off the denim jacket for my vest and no shirt,” Good, I got two boys here to head back with you.”

“No,” I like to keep it simple.

“Listen, I know you’re the big bad hunter and all that but you need back up and I say take these boys back with you,” Smitty informs me and I shake my head at him.

“No, too big, too slow, too loud. I do this my way or I head back home,” I can’t really thanks to Sid but I ain’t bringing that up.

“My Dad put me in charge of watching the cop and that means you do what I say,” Smitty orders and I assess the situation.

Smitty, large tattooed biker and son of Jim the President of the Union. He’s flanked by two slightly smaller than he is Union boys who look like they know about fighting, riding, fucking and drinking and in no real order on those four things. I square up to Smitty, who could probably beat me in a straight fight if I let him hit me and figure I need to end the discussion.

“Listen here Smitty. I am here at my president’s request and I’m doing what I am told by your father at his, Sid’s, request. Now if you have a problem with that you can go ask your Old Man what he wants me to do and by the time you get it figured out I’ll be back out on the road heading home where I belong… not down here in this dry ass hole in Texas,” I state calm and ready.

Both of Smitty’s boys are ready to beat my ass, one problem, they do that and one get’s chain to balls as an opener. Not gonna hit Smitty unless he moves then I’m just defending myself. Smitty has his boys back down and I watch him turn and walk, normally you don’t turn your back on Devil’s Best but Smitty, his Pop and their boys get a pass since it’s their town. I relax now, for real, and pull my phone to call Sheena. We talk a little, she asks me what I’m doing and when I’m coming home. She misses me which I need to hear considering more than a few men have watched her walk past a little too interested and they needed and education in who’s woman she is. I head inside the Union house, it’s one of many but if Smitty is here then so is his Old Man and after a little bit of looking I find Jim sitting down reading his ledger. Never seen what’s in the ledger but I ain’t that curious.

“My boy seems to think you need backup,” Jim says without looking up from his book.

“He does, but I don’t,” I keep it short, again I like it short.

“You got anything new,” he asks finally looking up at me.

I give him the basics of Officer Martinez and the basic layout of his house and his routine. When I list the bars and a few of the people he smiles, the man knows something. I let him make a call and he talks to someone for a few minutes before coming back to me.

“Hawk good work, just two more things and I will personally fly you and your bike back home so you can get back to that little lady of yours,” Jim doesn’t bullshit on what you need to do unless you fuck it up and I didn’t fuck it up.

“Dad if we’re grabbing the cop we don’t need Hawk,” Smitty says and I figure he’s right.

“Boy you are about as subtle as my bowels after two bowls of chili,” a mental image I didn’t need but a point is made by Jim,” Hawk I can set up a grab but I need you to either help with the grab or get me something on the man from his home.”

“It’ll be better if I can find proof and we turn it over to your lady cop. Let me do that first and if there isn’t anything you can still do the grab,” I tell Jim who nods.

I listen to them set up the backup plan, it’s a simple drug and grab and they’re bringing in someone as bait. I listen and laugh to myself a little. There are so many things that can go wrong and I have to put my two cents in even though it’s just in case I don’t come through.

“I’ll do the break in but for the love of god just let me do it before you attempt to grab a police officer. I don’t need the cops in the same spot I’m trying to get whatever I can from his home,” I put it out in front of Jim and he nods.

“I already said that we’d hold back till you are all done and back, after that he’s on the menu and I know a few people that would love to hear what he has to say,” Jim responds and I nod.

I get a couple things, mostly floor plans and what the neighborhood looks like during the day when the good Officer Martinez is busy at his job policing all the bad criminals of the city. I figure on the few things I need so I can go over the next day or so to do the job. Taking my time is one thing that pisses off most people but if you’re hunting you use your patience and take the right shot and the right time.

Carlos: Still Wednesday Evening before Incident

“So you still beefin’ with your sister,” Romeo asks me and I almost laugh at him.

We’re in my car driving towards his parent’s house and he’s about the only person other than Hector who can talk to me about Marta and not get told to shut their mouths. Yeah it’s been two days since I tried to speak with her and get her to help me with Guy but that blew up in my face and then I blew up in hers. At least the Old Man has a lead on who fucked up Guy and that might get me and him to sit down but still I want to do it before all that gets settled. But with Romeo…

“You need to stop trying so hard, use that brain of yours and find some better words. I let you into this crew because of you can think and you’ve been a good soldier,” I give him a little praise and he is almost as happy about that as he is about his new girl,” So how are things with Juanita?”

“Good man, we don’t talk like Marta and I would but she’s funny and I don’t have to worry about you kicking my ass if you catch me in bed with her,” Romeo jokes and I almost don’t laugh.

“Don’t remind me, it’s a good thing Mama thinks she’s still a virgin or someone would be missing a pair of balls by the end of the week,” I ‘joke’ back and Romeo laughs a little.

I drop Romeo off at home and head back to my folk’s place and park outside to see my bedroom light is on. I don’t know why Mom would be in my room in the evening and when I get inside see her and Dad sitting on the couch watching TV. I’m not sure what is going on till I get my door open and see my baby sister sitting on the edge of my bed.

“What the fuck are you doing in my room,” I ask and I’m not polite.

“Waiting for you, I wanted to talk a little,” she says as I step out of my doorway.

“Well I don’t so get the fuck out,” I keep it quick cause I need some rest.

“Please just let me tell you okay. Guy had a couple of us girls with him today, he thought I was interested in him long term and if it were old Guy I would be but now he’s too… well he’s too driven to hurt people,” Marta explains and I close the door since she ain’t moving.

“Well he fucked up Romeo in front of you and that made Romeo one of the boys for real and let everyone know Guy was a nightmare in a fight so now that we have that settled you can go now,” I offer again and she doesn’t move.

“I was mean; I pushed you because I know you could be something else. Probably something better than all this and you still choose to be a thug and lead your not so little crew,” Marta says it and now I’m a little interested,” I know there are things you did for me and you watched out for Romeo while we were in high school even before we dated.”

“And I’m a piece of shit leading pieces of shit, blah blah blah get out,” I point at the door and now my sister is getting tears.

I am pissed off at her but she’s still my little sister and she’s crying which means I gotta sit down on the bed, my bed, next to her and put my arm around her so she can get it out. It takes a minute before she can talk again.

“I spoke with Guy today; I don’t think I can get him to sit down with you now. I kinda walked out on him,” Marta explains and I wonder how they got in a boyfriend/girlfriend thing,” He was talking to a couple of us and said that he was going to do something big and it would change him. He said that he was going to be different and I knew he was talking about you or Romeo or your people and I walked out on him.”

“So he’s coming for me, he said that,” I ask and she shakes her head.

“I think you’re on the ‘list’ but he didn’t deny it,” she says in leaning her head on my shoulder,” I don’t think I can help you now.”

“I get you don’t like my crew, I know we ain’t been the best when it comes around to winning over people but we are doing things to make shit safer,” I try to explain.

“Only way to prove people wrong is to show them what you did,” Marta says and I shake my head,” Is it that bad?”

“I can’t tell you all of it but yeah, some is not really good lil sis,” I tell her and she nods.

Well here we are only now she’s not so pissed at me, probably more than a few of my people are still on the shit list but I’ll deal with that later if I have to. She walked away from Guy and that’s a plus except it puts me farther away from getting him to sit down so we can just put shit in the past. Tomorrow is a new day and we have time, it’s not like he’s actually able to get at me or anyone in the crew.

Guy: Thursday after school before Incident

Seriously, we’re going to see her?

Yes, is it that odd to you?

No but this is not what you’ve been looking at if this changes him.

Well call it adding a little salt to the wound if you don’t like the idea.

Wait a minute; you’re getting last shot in before the end? I take it all back and go get him some my friend.

It’s one thing to go somewhere you are expected but when you go where nobody expects you at all, that’s a magical feeling so as I’m leaning against my car in my one of my best suits staring at a taco truck and messaging on my phone to Gwen who is still on about me taking a month to visit her in Montana. I shoot off a bad joke about her wanting me there so she can have her own hired help pull practical jokes on me, she doesn’t find it too funny and I have to give her ‘talk to you later’ so I can watch the people at the truck. Two in particular and since I’m parked in almost the exact same spot I was months ago, I’m hoping to get a little bit of attention. I’d like to say that as I stand here and watch Hector and his slightly older girlfriend Lupe talk on what I can only assume is her break that at some point they notice me staring from my spot but sadly they don’t and I figure I could get something to eat, well something for someone to eat. I walk up and place my order, quietly waiting to see if anyone says anything as I pay cash and leave a tip. Not a damn thing and now I’m wondering what a man has to do to get people to take notice.
In their damn faces boy, in their faces and lives like you own it.

“What the hell are you doing here,” Hector asks as I’m standing across from the table he and Lupe is sitting at.

Small picnic tables with built in benches and an aisle way between two rows is where I find myself leaning and looking straight at him, not sure what brought me right here but it’s where I want to be.

“Just doing a little research on where stray dogs go when they aren’t chasing cats,” yes it’s a joke, I don’t think he gets it,” having fun with your sister?”

“Back off my girl homes,” Hector warns me and I smile.

“Oh she’s your girl. How silly of me, I thought by the video I saw she was Brandon’s girl but then again he does seem to have so many,” I am twisting the knife in an almost closed wound, I say almost because I can see he’s still pissed and she’s not happy about it when she gives me an odd look.

“I know you,” Lupe says more than asks.

“Do you? From where? I don’t know any amateur porn stars but if I did I would be damn sure to remember them,” I continue to joke and she stands up.

“You’re Jeff! You had me sign those contracts for the audition and the video. This is him, that’s Jeff,” Lupe is standing now and I’m just smiling like a cat from Cheshire.

“I’d love to indulge this fantasy that I’m some low end porn producer or whatever but I’m more of the financier and contract holder in events like this and if I did hold a contract for actionable videos that have been signed on camera,” I state my ‘theoretical position’,” then I would have signed someone to a multi scene deal and would probably need to remind her that she has two more left on her contract. Granted if she had actually read the contracts she would realize this without it needing to be said.”

“You son of a bitch,” Hector is almost in my face and for once I’m not even remotely afraid or even excited, just a little giddy.

“Don’t talk about my mother, I don’t talk about yours… oh wait she’s not around anymore is she,” I ask and he’s only holding back because he’s trying to be a good dog.

Careful, we don’t know if she is dead or not.

Really? We’re worried about that?

Nah, not really. Just wanted you to stop and think before you make Hector throw first punch.

And what is wrong with that?

What is the plan?

Plan… right… I do have something for this.

“What do you want,” Lupe asks pulling Hector back.

“Satisfaction but I’ll get that soon enough. You on the other hand I’d hate to see something happen before you are able to get your contract settled with… Jeff was it? I mean if I’d signed a work contract for services and didn’t complete it I would hate for someone to take you to court and force you to complete it or even worse make you pay for a breach of contract,” I love my details and now she really doesn’t.

“I’m gonna rip your heart out,” Hector threatens and I laugh.

“Not possible… no really I’d have to have a heart for that and you along with your little gang did their best and succeeded in burning that out of me,” I am not laughing so much as I use a more sinister tone.

“You want satisfaction,” Lupe asks and I nod,” What the hell does that mean?”

“You really don’t know who I am to him,” I ask nodding to Hector.

“I know you as Jeff but I don’t know how you two know each other,” she says and I laugh a little.

“You two just love keeping secrets from each other. It’s like your thing except for how it damages trust in a relationship. He ever tell you about some kid he beats up, some skinny white kid that he beat and humiliated whenever he felt the desire to show he had back up and could push someone else around,” I ask Lupe who is remembering what I can gather are a few stories,” That is who I am and your boyfriend and his little gang are owed and I plan to pay them in full for what they did.”

Hector has backed off and is on his phone speaking Spanish a mile a minute and I hear the name Carlos which tells me exactly who he’s on the phone with and now I think about leaving. Hell I am leaving, this isn’t worth my time since I have plans for Carlos soon enough.

Wait.

I only get a few feet away from the table before I figure this could be fun and turn around and take my spot leaning against the table I started this wonderful conversation at. Hector hasn’t noticed that I almost left so when he ends his call I’m still there watching him with a smile.

Now we make them hurt.

Really? You are going to make them hurt?

Just because I don’t attack the body doesn’t mean I won’t scar them.

I can hear the cars coming, I have my eyes closed and am listening as what can only sound like a small army has arrived and I can hear them moving around me. I almost laugh a little as I open my eyes and see Lupe is now well protected by several of Carlos’s people and Hector is saying something about me, I can tell by the gestures since it’s in Spanish, to Carlos who is staring at me like he wants to do something but it’s not violent.

“Can I be included in the conversation,” I ask as a joke.

“You set up Hector’s girl. Put her in a video with Brandon from school,” Carlos asks taking a spot in front of me.

“Why would that matter or in actuality change anything,” I ask and Carlos is picking his words, I can almost see him going over them in his head.

“I know we hate us…,” Carlos begins but I have to laugh at the audacity of his word choice.

“Hate? I hate you? I am so far beyond hate for you and your little ‘neighborhood watch group’,” I spit the last three words out as they are me applying a lie to my statement,” that I could literally watch the entirety of you die from being flayed alive and the only thing I’d want is some popcorn and a refreshing beverage. Actually that leaves me with a thought.”

I stop leaning on the table and move through Carlos’s group, they part for me, and head over to the taco truck. I place a quick order and have my drink in hand before walking back to my spot and resume leaning on the table.

“What was that for,” Romeo asks now flanking his boss/friend.

“I place more importance in whether or not I have a drink than I do what you and your little friends have for me today. So are we going to have my ass kicked for what I allegedly did to your boy’s girlfriend or is this where you tell me how we can have peace and put everything behind us,” I respond to Romeo’s question before turning my attention to Carlos.

“We can man, I want it,” Carlos starts and I have to laugh a little before taking a sip of soda.

“No you don’t, real peace comes at a cost and trust me Carlos you can’t afford it and even if you could afford the cost it’s not like you’d pay it,” I state smiling and it’s not the humorous or friendly kind of smile,” you seem to think that a half assed apology from you and a pat on the back is going to make things alright, yes?”

“No I don’t but I’m willing to come half way,” he says it and I almost laugh, almost.

“However I am not,” I keep it short, no point in wasting words.

“What do you want, honestly name it and it’s yours if we have it,” Romeo adds and I don’t even look at him, this is between myself and Carlos.

“Am I talking to him or am I talking to you Carlos,” I ask and Carlos nods.

“I’m talking here, anyone else wants to speak up I’m telling you now to keep it shut,” Carlos tells his people who get really quiet.

“Hmmm, not bad… can you get them to sit on command too? How about pee in the yard and not on the carpet,” I ask and I’m back to being my funny self even though they aren’t laughing.

“Man I get it okay, we did a lot of shit and you want to get yours back okay. Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” Carlos asks and I take another sip.

“See that’s the problem, you keep saying that all I have to do is ‘ask’ for it and you’ll ‘give’ it to me. Did you ask to kick the shit out of me for three years before you did it? Did you ask to humiliate me and take what little pride and self respect I had,” I counter and now Carlos is beginning to understand,” No Carlos, there is nothing you can give that I want. What I want I am going to take and I’m going to take it from you. I might not get all of your people but they will feel your pain and they will remember me because Carlos… you have it coming.”

“Yeah, we do,” Carlos adds and I laugh a little,” but it doesn’t have to be like that. You can let this go.”

“Could he? Could he,” I ask pointing first to Romeo then to Hector,” Would they just let it go after three years? Would your code of ‘respect’ let them? When I do something to you, and I will, would you just let it go?”

“I don’t know but… and I know this sounds hypocritical of me,” Carlos uses the word and I actually didn’t know he had a vocabulary,” You can choose not to do anything and we all can walk away peacefully. I’m not saying we have to be friends but we’ll pay a price man, willingly pay instead of you having to take it from us like we took from you.”

“You really think you have the capacity to give… really give… to the point where it will hurt,” I ask and Carlos nods.

He should not have done that.

I say he takes it anyway.

Never said he wouldn’t but won’t you enjoy seeing the pain on their faces?

No way… are you going to make them hurt?

Don’t think I can?

Physically no, but knowing you someone is gonna cry.

“Guy we’ll do anything, any one of us. Just to squash this,” Carlos is back to his ghetto speak.

I don’t say anything; I simply raise an arm and point right at Lupe. Nobody moves, nobody even speaks but I can hear it coming before it even happens.

“Carlos man, don’t,” Hector is starting his protest and I want to laugh but I am making a point.

“I’m not asking for anything from you Hector, it’s not about ‘you’. It’s about her,” I state coldly.

“Me? What about me? This is gang shit,” Lupe says and I turn my gaze to her.

“I own you for two more scenes according to you… right? That means I beckon,” I wave my hand to here to come,” and you come because that is what you signed on for.”

“Oh no, fuck that I’m not gonna be your play toy asshole,” Lupe counters and she’s hot but I’m not, I’m laughing.

“Go ahead and breach the contract, try me and see what happens. Ask your ‘familia’ here who I am and who is backing me,” I say it out loud and Romeo turns to Lupe.

“His family… they got power, legal power. He takes it to court he’ll destroy you and if he has you signing it on camera he wouldn’t need a witness,” Romeo explains and the boy knows more than just school topics.

“Guy she’s not part of my crew, you can ask for something from us and we’ll give it but she’s off limits for a deal. If you got a contract we’ll buy it off you,” Carlos offers and I laugh,” No bullshit, whatever you would have paid her we’ll pay you it and double.”

“But that’s not how you buy something. You don’t set the price, I the owner set the price and since you seem so easy to try to give me money I want,” I close my eyes and roll my head on my neck thinking,” Half a million.”

“You’re shitting me,” Carlos asks and I smile,” We don’t have that man be reasonable.”

“I’m not being reasonable; this is business and has nothing to do with your people or even what they did to me. You got connections right? A biker gang, a mechanic shop, a church that speaks for you; you got a lot of little things on the side so I’m sure you could come up with the money if you needed to. You’d just have to hurt some of the people you are working with or the ones who’ve been speaking all the good and noble things you’ve been doing,” I am clearing the air and laying down the impossible.

I watch Carlos back off and it looks like he’s making a phone call, he’s seriously considering this. Hector has Lupe a little bit behind him and he really hates me. I mean burning a hole in my soul with his stare and all I can do is smile and fell that warm fuzzy. Most of Carlos’s crew has backed off more than a little bit but I am pretty sure someone would stop me if Carlos asked but I’m not going anywhere, this is getting interesting. I almost want to ask who he called as Carlos hangs up the phone but he doesn’t come back to me, he goes to Hector and they begin talking in Spanish. I almost want to make a racist comment but I keep it to myself, it’s low and I’m on the high ground right now.

“Guy can we talk a sec,” Romeo asks me and I cock my head to the side and chuckle.

“I’m almost a captive audience here,” I remark still chuckling.

“They got friends here, bad friends and they are looking into finding out who did the shit to you this year. If they hand the people responsible over to you would that be enough,” Romeo asks and I almost laugh in his face.

“You mean you actually think I’ll take your word or the word of the people holding the leash as to who has done what to me,” I ask Romeo and he is trying.

“They got a lead and they could find evidence, real evidence soon. Give us that time and we’ll make sure they hand the people responsible over to you and they’ll let you do whatever you want,” Romeo is really on this and while I’d be remiss if I didn’t consider it there is one problem.

“See here’s the problem, you have a story. It relates to me but it’s still a story and that is only as good as the people telling it,” I explain being very plain,” Your people, they could just grab someone and get them to confess, maybe pay someone to confess and take a beating if I was interested then back out of their word if I decided that torture or death was on my mind and I’m screwed, still screwed and all of your ‘people’ would expect me to honor my word when you shorted me on yours.”

“People we deal with aren’t like that,” Romeo begins to explain and I hear and engine pull up.

I see a van, black panel van that looks like it does kidnapping, pull up to the curb and a large tattooed man steps out. He nods to Carlos before walking straight up to me and I recognize him from the fight where I beat up Romeo.

“Come on, you got a meeting,” the big man tells me and I smile but shake my head.

“I’m sorry but I’m already in a meeting so we’re going to have to reschedule,” I take out my phone to pull up the calendar,” how does the fourteenth of ‘Ain’t gonna happen sound’?”

“I ain’t asking kid, get in the van. You wanted to screw around and now you get to deal us,” he informs me and I shrug but stand my ground still leaning on the table.

“Well that’s all fine and dandy, dandy and fine but if your boss or whatever passes for a leadership title among your type of organization wants to speak with me I’m right here and I’m not moving just because the kidnapper van pulls up and the large ‘scary’ man decides to try and order me around,” I say it and then it hits me.

Well not so much it but him, the big guy, he must have punched me pretty hard because I am still mostly aware as I’m grabbed rather roughly by my jacket and shirt. I get dragged and thrown in what I can only presume is the van they brought before getting driven off to somewhere people probably won’t hear me scream. I know they are taking me somewhere somewhat close since we’re not in the van long and I’m pulled out by the big tattooed biker asshole and dragged to a door and pushed inside once he opens it. The room isn’t brightly lit but it is lit and there is a girl there who looks a little surprised to see me come in so quickly. I see chairs which look like they’re for people who will be sitting and getting some sort of body modification done when I see the artwork on the walls and realize it’s a tattoo shop. The man I see come out of what could be a side office is the same older man from the races and fight that I was at and so rudely was forced out of because I wouldn’t do shit his way. It looks like he’s not happy to see me.

“Smitty dammit boy what the hell happened,” the man asks the big biker.

“He got lippy and I smacked him hard to get him in the van,” the big Smitty, weird fucking name, replies.

“Nobody lays a hand on him, that was the order,” I hear him say it and realize that it’s more than just Carlos’s people that have been keeping an eye on me,” Look kid I’m sorry about my boy, he was just supposed to get you to come down here and talk to me. According to Carlos you’re not interested in being reasonable and he asked me to step in and talk on his behalf.”

“Oh so you’re the one who is going to get me the half a million,” I state picking up where I left off.

“Now that’s just unreasonable,” the older biker starts and I laugh a little,” You got a contract and people are offering good money for it, it’s a reasonable offer.”

“And after slapping me around and dragging me here against my will it’s up to a full million, call it asshole compensation,” I counter and I’m not being polite.

“Hey kid lay off okay. You don’t have to be shitty just because things turned a little sideways,” the female at the counter from when I came in decides to chime in and I immediately hear the older biker speak up.

“He’s got a right to be pissed Vicki girl but he’s also being stubborn,” the older man tells the girl and I’m almost full throttle tired of people thinking I’m someone they can piss on.

Oh no, don’t let him do this. It’s too much and this is not a quiet situation he can get out of.

Fuck quiet this is war.

His chances of surviving are very small. He could and probably will die if you do this.

He’d die with big ass balls. That’s better than living with the shame of everyone knowing you have no balls at all.

The Plan, stick to The Plan. The Plan will give you the pain you want.

You broke plan when you decided to make things interesting.

I swear this will pass, let me turn it.

I’m still standing where I was pushed to inside the room; I have no reason to move since I didn’t come here willingly. The older biker motions for me to sit on a stool as he takes a seat on one of the artist chairs. I walk over to the stool and gently shove it aside with my foot before standing in front of him and wait for him to address me.

“Jesus kid, take some hospitality for a change,” he offers again and I shake my head.

“Pop he’s just being a shit head,” Smitty adds his two cents and I don’t have anything to say.

“Well since you won’t sit maybe you’ll listen. You screwed with people who help me out, you got Carlos’s pants in a twist because he wants to make some sort of peace and now you got some contract or whatever they want or a girl has to do some… amateur porn,” he asks and I nod,” But you don’t want to give it up.”

“Pretty much, they said they wanted it but it’s too expensive and now I’m ‘unreasonable’. I said you could come talk to me where I was and I’m being a ‘shit head’,” I say the last looking at Smitty,” and they tell me you’re ‘working hard’ to find out who stabbed and tortured me and if I play nice you’ll give them to me on a platter to do whatever I want.”

“Whoa kid, I never offered any of that but if you want it I can get it when we get the fuckers who messed you up,” he says it but there is something… off in his delivery.

“See you already have a plan, promise one thing, deliver another and when I want something that would make me whole you’ll take it away and say you couldn’t or you had arrangements already made and I’ll get left twisting in the breeze. No deal, but hey thanks for playing,” I am done with this conversation and try to leave.

“Hold up kid, Guy right? Listen things aren’t as simple as what you’re talking about and yes I’d love to let you have them but things gotta be done right. People need to see who did it for what they are; these people will be made to suffer. That I can promise,” he says it and I have to turn to face him.

“You promise? No, you just want me to stop well I say no. If you want the contract you know the price. As for me taking what is mine from them well there is no price that will buy me off,” I explain and he sits back to think.

“I can offer you my word as a man and my clubs name,” I let him speak that much, just that much.

“Which are worth nothing to me,” I counter but he continues grumpy from the interruption.

“As I was saying my word that we’ll take care of the people who screwed with you and we’ll buy whatever contract you have with the girl. Then you sit down and work out a deal with Carlos in front of me, I’ll make them honor whatever you want,” he offers and I laugh a little,” this is the best offer you’re going to get kid.”

“Listen, Guy right? I don’t get involved my family’s stuff often but not a lot of people get made offers where my grandpa is going to make sure they walk away happy,” the girl, Vicki, explains,” Maybe think about it.”

I am so tired of you helping him chicken shit out.

The Plan is ready and now you have another target.

This doesn’t work I am done.

“Again all of this comes back to your word and I don’t trust you or your club. Second you talk about doing things right but you drag me away from my car with violence so that I can be made to listen to the pleas of a slightly smarter than average gang leader who can’t seem to grasp the concept of having things taken from him. No Mr. ‘I’m the man in charge’ I don’t care for your deal and honestly even if you had the money I’m not sure I’d take it,” I state and he sits up.

“Then why offer to sell it,” he asks and I shake my head.

“I never did, Carlos wanted to buy it and I gave him the first ‘reasonable’ price that came to me,” I explain and the word reasonable doesn’t sound too good to h