The sight playing before Maero Rodriguez astonished him to his core. Red liquid bathed Donnie's face, his eyes fluttering lightly. Alejandro continued to have his enormous hands clutching Donnie's gaunt neck, a furious countenance blazing wildly. "Donnie, what did you do?" Maero announced irately, treading heavily towards the pair. Raising his bloodied head meagerly, he cracked an effort to stammer. Alejandro released his neck, shoving him to the dusty grey concrete. The resonance of sleepy waves crashing against the wooden docks and seagulls calling out to the soundless district were all that could be heard.
Maero crept closer, his brown eyes locked onto Donnie. "Can I fill you in on a secret, little brother?" Alejandro began, "I am not a man of many peeves. I deem myself uncomplicated." He trailed off, bending over, his face dangerously near Donnie's. Donnie hoarsely whimpered, but made no endeavor to flee. "If there is any trait I loathe in a person, it's one who can't keep their mouth shut or a sneaky snake." He divulged, yanking Donnie onto his feet.
This chance, Maero took his grab at the mechanic, flinging him to his proximity. "What did you do, Donnie, and I won't ask this again!" Maero boomed, his voice seeping in fury. Donnie gazed at his black work boots, unable to speak. His neck was covered in bruises. "So, I'm guessing by that response, you're the reason for this mess." Maero stated. His sudden tranquil carriage made the tone disgustingly overwrought. "You're a dead man, Wong." Maero proclaimed, shoving him in the grasp of Alejandro and with a sadistic grin, he jabbed the young man in the ribs, toppling him back to the ground.
Donnie curled into a ball, he could barely cry aloud at the blows of the burly man. Wishing the pain would dissipate, he was yanked upward by his left leg and jostled onto the brick wall of the warehouse. Every muscle, fiber, and bone screeched in white hot, throbbing pain. With one hand on Donnie's chest, Alejandro fished for the lengthy rope on the ground, and started to drag the mechanic across the pathway. Propelling Donnie to the metal light pole, Alejandro hastily, but neatly tied his limbs to the object. "Wait, what are you doing?" Donnie moaned. His anxiety settled in as he watched Alejandro begin to walk away. Alejandro halted and turned to the condemned prisoner, "I'm making you into an example." He exclaimed.
Twenty four hours had barely made its appearance before news of Akuji Shogo's death made Stilwater News. According the Jane Valderama, anchor woman of the prestigious Channel Six News, the corpse of the former leader was found floating on the water's edge. His body was depressingly the victim of gruesome mutilation and torture.
"You're telling me, they tormented the poor guy for hours, locked into the trunk of Kazuo's old car and shoved him into the bank?" Matt excitedly mumbled while fiddling with his guitar. Maero confirmed the hearsay with a nod. "Damn, Jyunichi doesn't mess around, does he?" Matt joked. The sense of normalcy was quickly waving through the Brotherhood, despite their own brutal act of torture scarcely clinging to his life on the pole. "Shogo put his neck on the line for you, bro." Matt reminded. Maero glimpsed from his stack of fresh green paper, "That doesn't mean this shit's over between us and The Ronin. If Gat and Roscoe don't tear those fuckers limb from limb first – I am." He grumbled and Matt strayed back to this instrument.
"Word is, the Ronin have got something cooked up. According to Roscoe, Eliza is still going to be gunning for Emmalyn." Maero stated. He knew if anything grievous happened to either Emmalyn or their child, he would barely be seated on the edge of sanity.