Behind the bookcase
Troy and Johnny were gunned down, their blood covering the front entrance of Carver's house without any fucking care in the world.
Carver sat on his knees with his hands bound behind his back, both of his eyes blackened, and blood coming from both of his nostrils. Reggie–on the other hand–hid behind a large couch that was before a red rug, not wanting any part of the New Frontier, namely their leader, David.
"Where is Javier Garcia?!" David roared at Carver like a lion at a zoo. In David's hands were a pair of rusty, worn pliers that were covered in Carver's blood after ripping off his fingernails.
"He's behind the bookcase!" Reggie shouted like a frightened Victorian lady, pointing to the ornate bookcase behind David. Reggie then hurriedly vacated the house, putting The Warehouse behind him.
"If you did anything to my brother, I'll do something even worse to you." David hissed at Carver, acid dripping from his words; David ordered Rufus and Max to move the bookcase away, finding another door behind it. After David opened the door, his blood boiled when he saw a completely naked Javier covered in dirt, bruises, and hay that was under him as he was curled up into a ball in the corner. Hurriedly, David wrapped his jacket around Javier's nude frame, bridal-carried him out of the room, and passed him off to Dr. Lingard and Ava, telling them to take Javier to their van.
David ordered Rufus, Max, and Badger to rip Carver's clothes off as if Carver was Cinderella before the ball. David dragged Carver down a hall by his ankle, into a nearby bathroom. David zip-tied Carver's hands together and deposited him into the tub. After David filled it to Carver's face, Rufus handed David a small but lit-up cattle prod.
"Buenos noches, motherfucker…" David hissed vilely, before dropping the prod into the bathtub. Carver's pain-filled screams and electric blue lights flooded David's body; David's face appeared stoic, but accomplished, knowing Carver was not a problem anymore.
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"Javier!" Elena cried out in sheer fear, seeing her youngest son naked, dirtied, and bruised in David's arms as David strode past her and into the family home. Salvador, who was waiting for David and Javier's safe arrival with Elena outside, jaw-dropped and stood as still as a statue, his cigarette falling from his fingers.
Inside, Kate sat on the couch, trying to distract herself with a book when she saw David bring Javier in his jacket. "Oh my god!" Kate cried out.
"Kate, start the tub, I'm cleaning Javier!" David ordered his wife, voice half-stern and half-frantic.
After Kate filled up the tub, David deposited Javier inside, Javier's blank, but frightened face staring up at the light wooden ceiling.
David rapidly scrubbed Javier's armpits, wanting all traces of The Warehouse on his brother gone; Kate scrubbed Javier's legs, feeling pity for him; Elena–with glassy eyes—tirelessly scrubbed Javier's back, dirt falling off and into the water. Meanwhile, Salvador prepared Javier's childhood bed, wanting his child to rest after so long. Kate and David carried Javier into the room, carefully and firmly holding onto his legs and arms respectively. A pair of pastel blue boxers guarded Javier's undercarriage. Javier was placed onto the bed, Salvador carefully draping the blanket over him. All the while, Javier was whining and trying to speak like a newborn baby, but Salvador soothed Javier, rubbing his youngest child's head with a calloused hand.
"Shhhhh, you're home with us, Javi." Salvador breathed. Kate and David entered with medicine and a glass of water, respectively, so Javier would physically recover from what happened.
Javier swallowed two pills on his own, before David personally helped him drink some water. After that was done, Javier took a deep breath, laying on the bed, hand on his chest. Elena maternally kissed Javier's head, giving him a hug. David stood by the door, with his arms folded. A teardrop fell from his eye, as Elena left the room with him following suit.
After David gently closed the door, he sat on the couch and sighed.
How would the Garcia family bounce back from this?