Chapter Eleven
Leo walked into a run down apartment building that was cheap enough for him to afford and hide out at after the recent events that took place. He threw a bag of hamburgers down onto the coffee table in the living room where Alex and Maxine were sitting on the couch. Maxine was sleeping with her head in Alex's lap while he watched TV. Leo looked over at it and saw that the Chief of Police had been assassinated.
"You think he was on the list?" Alex asked looking at Leo. Leo shook his head and pulled the list out of his back pocket.
"His name ain't on here. But I was thinking about the others on here." Leo said.
"What about them?" Alex asked.
"Maybe we should find them and warn them or something. We slowed down Tank and Rory from getting these guys, it gives us a chance to help them out." Leo said.
"I guess you have a point but what if they already gone?" Alex asked as he shut the television off.
"Wouldn't hurt to try." Leo said with a shrug. "We'll talk about it when yo girl is awake."
"Oh, um, she isn't my girl." Alex said.
"Yeah? Well she been clingin' to you ever since we left yo house. So if she ain't yo girl, I think she might wanna be." Leo said with a chuckle as he walked towards the bedroom. Alex looked down at Maxine who continued to sleep and Alex sighed. He stroked her hair as he leaned his head back and shut his eyes.
"So where's the human bean bag?" Mitchell asked getting into the passenger seat of Colton's car. Colton rolled his eyes at the remark and began to drive once Mitchell was fully inside.
"Lance was given something to do by our boss. As for us we have no target as of yet. I'm supposed to get a text soon about it though." Colton said.
"Sounds good." Mitchell said as he stared out the window. There was an awkward silence in the car which Mitchell tried his best to break.
"What made you get into this type of business anyway?" Mitchell asked.
"I could ask you the same question." Colton said.
"Let's say I got involved with the wrong people and now I still am. But what about you? I'd like to know some more about one of the guys that is forcing me to kill people with no explanation." Mitchell said.
"I'm doing this because I know what's right." Colton said. Mitchell stared at him with his eyes squinted and his mouth open.
"That may be the dumbest fucking thing I've ever heard." Mitchell said. "Are you being forced like me?"
"I'm doing this because I believe what we are doing is right. My boss is trying to make this city reach its true potential. If that means some innocent people can't be around to see it, then oh well." Colton said.
"I still don't believe you. Someone can't just be okay with killing an innocent person. I know I never was but I had to grit my teeth and go through with it." Mitchell said.
"I never said I was okay with it." Colton said, continuing to drive around the city.
"Seriously man, if this boss of yours is is threatening someone you care about give me a name and me and you can both walk away scott free. I can stop this asshole from ruining both of our lives." Mitchell said.
"You aren't going to get a name out of me. My boss isn't forcing me to do this, and if you continue to pry at me, it won't be good for you." Colton said as he parked the car in a parking lot.
"Whoopdee fucking doo. More threats at Mitchell." Mitchell said as he rolled his eyes. The two exited the car and stood there when a noise caught both of their attentions. Colton's phone went off and he pulled it out of his pocket it to check it.
"Well it's your lucky day. Boss says nothing is planned for the day so you're good to do what you want." Colton said.
"Thank Christ. Can I get a ride home?" Mitchell asked. Colton opened the door to his car and smiled at Mitchell.
"Have a nice walk home." Colton said. He closed the door and locked them all before driving off, as Mitchell stared at him.
"That motherfucker." Mitchell said to himself.
"Keep driving man!" Heath yelled at Carlos as the two sped through the city with Pablo and Miguel right behind the.
"Can you not see my foot is pressed on the gas pedal?!" Carlos yelled back at him. Carlos was surprised the police had not been after the two cars yet since they had been speeding through the city, going through multiple red lights along the way.
"Down this way!" Heath ordered pointing towards an alleyway. Carlos took his foot off the gas pedal and hit the brakes while quickly turning the wheel, causing the car to drift. He then stomped on the gas again, bolting into the alley. The two were nearly a block away from their friends apartment when Pablo and Miguel somehow appeared in front of them. Both had exited the car, while Carlos didn't have enough time to slow down.
His car ran right into the side of Pablo and Miguel's. The impact made their car slide and roll over multiple times before landing on all four wheels. Carlos however, began to spin out after the crash. The airbags shot out as Heath and him sat there breathing heavily as Pablo and Miguel approached their doors.
"You punch yours and I'll punch mine. After that just make a break for the apartment." Heath said. Carlos nodded and balled his fists up. Miguel flung open Carlos' door, causing Carlos to react quickly. He turned in his seat and kicked Miguel in his bullet wound. He then punched Miguel in the jaw, making him fall to the floor. Carlos then got out of the car and began to run away before looking back.
Heath had been pulled out by Pablo and before he could swing at him, Pablo punched Heath in the stomach, then across the face. Carlos almost ran back but the sound of sirens made him stop. He sprinted away as Miguel and Pablo got in their beat up car, putting Heath in the back.
"We can just turned around and get him." Miguel told Pablo.
"No, the cops would stop us before then. We have his friend, we can use him to find out where the puta is staying." Pablo said. Miguel nodded as Pablo pulled away from the crash sight, and quickly drove away from the sirens.
"Oh hell naw man, you gotta be fucking kidding me!" Tank shouted out as he and Rory walked into an empty garage. Inside the garage, which was in Blaine County, stood Jorge. Jorge looked right at Tank and squinted his eyes.
"You're the cabron who shot me in the shoulder!" Jorge yelled at him. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"We were told to come here by one of our homies homie. So step off or I'll shoot you right between the eyes this time." Tank said.
"Lárgate de aquí antes de poner una bala en su cráneo!" Jorge yelled at them.
"What the fuck did you just say? Speak english mother fucker!" Tank yelled as he pulled out a pistol he had with him. He aimed it at Jorge, as Jorge pulled out a revolver and aimed it at Tank. This caused Rory to pull out his pistol and aim it at Jorge as well.
"Bajen las armas antes de apretar el gatillo maldita." Jorge said to them. Tank and Rory both looked at each other with confused expressions. Tank's finger was about to pull the trigger when the door to the garage opened and a fourth person walked in.
"Let's calm down everyone. We don't need a blood bath in such a nice garage." the man said as he walked out of the shadows. "I'm Lance, the one who gave you men the hit lists."
Tank looked at Jorge who still had his revolver aimed at Tank's head. "Tell the big shot to put down his weapon and I'll put down mine."
Lance looked at Jorge and nodded. Jorge placed the revolver in a holster on the side of his hip, while Tank and Rory put their guns between their pants and shirt. Lance pulled out a copy of the hit list and brought it over to a large desk in the garage.
"How do you have that?" Tank asked.
"I'm the guy that contacted you about it." Lance said.
"We're fucked." Rory whispered to Tank.
"How many have been dealt with?" Lance asked. He waited for an answer but when he didn't receive one he looked away from the piece of paper and back at the three gangsters. Tank and Rory gave each other a look and then turned their heads back toward Lance.
"Our, uh… Our list got jacked." Tank said.
"What does that mean?" Lance asked.
"It means it was taken." Jorge said looking at the two with a smirk. "I still have mine luckily."
"You idiots lost this?! Do you know what could happen if someone finds it?!" Lance yelled at them. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "I needed you three to use your gangs to take out one person. Then I let you add on whoever you wanted. But even after that, none of these people have been taken out?!"
"We were close to taking out the dude named Alex. But we got ambushed." Tank said.
"Some girl was with him too." Rory said. "I don't know if that means anything."
"Listen to me you three. I don't care about your excuses. The plan has changed. These people are to be captured and brought to a location where Jorge's men have under control. No killing. I have an updated list here, and anyone who gets involved, take them too. We don't want any more problems or witnesses." Lance said as he handed Tank and Jorge two new pieces of paper. "Thanks to you two losing the list, you've probably gave my boss new enemies he never wanted."
"We'll handle them dog." Tank said.
"You'll make sure they get to the location on that paper. You have two weeks to get them all. If all of these people aren't there, then you three will be sleeping in a 6 foot deep hole. Got me?" Lance asked.
"Yeah man. We cool." Rory said. Lance nodded and left the garage as Jorge, Tank, and Rory stood there.
"I guess this means we cool now." Tank said.
"Yeah. 'We cool'. Just make sure after all this you stay away from the Aztecas." Jorge said as he left the garage next.
"Where the fuck did this short fat guy come from?" Rory asked looking at Tank. Tanks only response was to shake his head as he stared down at the paper.
"So let me get this straight. We were hired to take out some random motherfucker." Rory said.
"Yeah." Tank responded.
"But you added on Alex and Leo, while the spanish dude added on whoever." Rory said, trying to figure this all out.
"Looks like it nigga." Tank said, still looking at the paper.
"So not only did we not know we were workin with Jorge, but we were hired by some fucking suit?" Rory asked.
"Nigga I'm as confused as you. Now let's get back to the city and send our boys out to find these fuckers." Tank said, leaving the garage with Rory.