Oh my God.
It’s Mario, my brother.
I stare at the son of bitch Saul as his blood drains from his face. His grip loosens, and I pull away, inhaling deeply. My chest is tight, and my heart pounds so damn fast that I gasp for air.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Mario asks in a low, deadly voice.
“Nada, just wanted to make sure the Princesa got safely to her room,” Saul says, lowering his eyelids.
“Mario, hee . . . he. . . . was going to . . . too raa . . .pe me,” I stutter, holding up my torn top.
“Is that right,” Mario hisses, pressing his gun into his temple.
“She’s lying,” Saul growls, glaring at me.
“I don’t think that the Princessa is lying,” Mario says, pulling the trigger.
The blood and brain matter splatter around us. Some blood lands on my face, neck, and arms.
Oh my God.
I gasp, unable to move, frozen, and wide-eyed. I shouldn’t be surprised; I’ve seen death all of my life, but I’ve never seen my brother kill anyone.
“Get to your room, clean up, and stay in there. If anyone asks, you do not know anything.”
“Okay,” I whisper, blinking.
“I’m going to take care of this mess,” Mario says, sliding the Glock into his holster.
“Oh, okay. Thank you,” I say, shaking.
“You’re damn lucky that I was going to my room, plus this bastard was on my last nerve. Don’t come out of your room when you know that the fuckers are around,” Mario says, looking at me.
“I won’t,” I say, nodding.
I run to my room at the end of the hall, opening the door. I enter, close the door, and lock it. I look around my room and run to the bathroom to take a shower. I need to wash away the bastard's blood, brain matter, and where he touched me.
I turn on the shower and take off my clothes. I enter the shower and stand under the hot water, staring at the blood and shit washing down the drain.
I grab my favorite body wash, scrub my body and hair. I stay under the hot water until it turns cold.
I need to get out of here!
But where will I go?
Two
Killer
“Brothers, we finally have fucking Castro’s Cartel Soldiers lair! I want Fiend, Killer, Lethal, Reaper, Menace, and Manic on this run. You know what to do, and light it up,” Demon says, looking at us.
“I’ll be on this run. We’re taking the cage and be ready at two am,” Diablo says, pulling his beard.
“Get ready! Church is done. Satan’s Warriors power,” Demon shouts, slamming the gavel.
“Riding till we die,” the Brothers yell, pumping their fists.
We walk out of the Chapel and into the main clubhouse. We get ready for the run.
