we’re after! Let’s
go!)
The gang of seven ran back to their rides while steadily firing off
rounds to keep their enemies pinned down. When Toodie and Phoebe
reached their Hummer, they eyed their dead driver slumped over in the
front seat, the top of her skull missing and her body trembling in
rapid, jerking motions. Phoebe ran around to the driver’s side
and pulled the young woman out by her feet and hopped in behind the
wheel. “ Que manera de escaper! Veamos!” (They
getting away! Let’s move!) she said as she brushed shattered
windshield glass off the dash.
Toodie and two of her soldiers hopped in and continued spraying the
home’s front lawn from the passenger side as Phoebe sped off in
the direction of their intended victims. They left in their wake
three dead men, a wounded woman, a dead little boy and a score or
more of children and adults who would all be scarred for life after
witnessing such carnage. It was a miracle more weren’t killed
at the hands of these vicious banditos.
Inside the Escalade, the last four survivors were in a state of
confusion. They’d been hit on their home turf and were trying
to put the pieces together as they headed east out of town down a
dark and lonely four lane highway. The two men in the backseat were
tending to their wounds while trying to reload their handguns while
the two guys in the front passenger seat were on the phone with
Rafael’s bodyguards.
During the chaos, a silver Hummer pulled alongside and a grenade
landed in the lap of the man in the back driver’s side seat.
“ Bomba de mano! Bomba de mano,” he cried. “ Oh
mi Dios detener el automovil!” (Oh my God stop the car!)
The Escalade swerved violently from the right lane to the left lane
and skidded out of control, going into a spiral spin that left if
facing the three Hummers when it finally came to a halt. The man with
the grenade in his lap had tossed it into the front seat in a state
of panic as all four men hopped out of the Escalade upon its
detonation. The driver’s midsection was ripped open by
shrapnel, but he continued running away from the chaos while holding
onto his mangled entrails. The soldier in the passenger seat was
decapitated by the explosion’s shock, his head blasted off
completely. The gang of nine emerged from their Hummers and
surrounded the last two survivors and opened fire, riddling their
bodies with hot lead.
“ Obtener los machetes.” (Get the machetes.) Toodie
commanded as she stood amongst the mangled corpses.
*******
The following morning, Quintessa and Carmella were over to their
villa milling around their kitchen. Carmella was scanning images of
the gruesome shootings the night before and the decapitated bodies of
four men along the highway on the east side of town that had been
printed in the newspaper. “They’ve done just as I’ve
asked, Ma-Ma,” she said happily.
“Don’t they always?” Quintessa smiled as she spoon
fed a little girl a plate of eggs and sausage. The nine year-old
child was undoubtedly terrified, having been snatched from her bed
just before dawn while her mother and father and two sisters sat on
the living room floor of their home handcuffed and blindfolded. She
sat blindfolded and handcuffed while being spoon fed by her
kidnappers, but she was so nervous, she’d vomited some of her
food into her lap just as the spoon touched her lips.
Quintessa jumped up and kicked the little girl’s legs. “ Usted
descuidada puta! ” (You sloppy, whore!) she
yelled aloud. “ Mira el
desastre que has hecho en mi piso caro!” (Look at the mess you’ve made on my expensive floor!)
The little girl was heaving uncontrollably with tears streaming down
her face. “ Quiero ir a casa. Quiero ir a casa,” she cried.
“You’ll go home soon enough! So long as your father does
as we say!” Quintessa snapped just as her daughter’s
cellphone rang.
“ Hola?” Carmella said.
“The mayor says he will do as you ask, but he wants to
go!)
The gang of seven ran back to their rides while steadily firing off
rounds to keep their enemies pinned down. When Toodie and Phoebe
reached their Hummer, they eyed their dead driver slumped over in the
front seat, the top of her skull missing and her body trembling in
rapid, jerking motions. Phoebe ran around to the driver’s side
and pulled the young woman out by her feet and hopped in behind the
wheel. “ Que manera de escaper! Veamos!” (They
getting away! Let’s move!) she said as she brushed shattered
windshield glass off the dash.
Toodie and two of her soldiers hopped in and continued spraying the
home’s front lawn from the passenger side as Phoebe sped off in
the direction of their intended victims. They left in their wake
three dead men, a wounded woman, a dead little boy and a score or
more of children and adults who would all be scarred for life after
witnessing such carnage. It was a miracle more weren’t killed
at the hands of these vicious banditos.
Inside the Escalade, the last four survivors were in a state of
confusion. They’d been hit on their home turf and were trying
to put the pieces together as they headed east out of town down a
dark and lonely four lane highway. The two men in the backseat were
tending to their wounds while trying to reload their handguns while
the two guys in the front passenger seat were on the phone with
Rafael’s bodyguards.
During the chaos, a silver Hummer pulled alongside and a grenade
landed in the lap of the man in the back driver’s side seat.
“ Bomba de mano! Bomba de mano,” he cried. “ Oh
mi Dios detener el automovil!” (Oh my God stop the car!)
The Escalade swerved violently from the right lane to the left lane
and skidded out of control, going into a spiral spin that left if
facing the three Hummers when it finally came to a halt. The man with
the grenade in his lap had tossed it into the front seat in a state
of panic as all four men hopped out of the Escalade upon its
detonation. The driver’s midsection was ripped open by
shrapnel, but he continued running away from the chaos while holding
onto his mangled entrails. The soldier in the passenger seat was
decapitated by the explosion’s shock, his head blasted off
completely. The gang of nine emerged from their Hummers and
surrounded the last two survivors and opened fire, riddling their
bodies with hot lead.
“ Obtener los machetes.” (Get the machetes.) Toodie
commanded as she stood amongst the mangled corpses.
*******
The following morning, Quintessa and Carmella were over to their
villa milling around their kitchen. Carmella was scanning images of
the gruesome shootings the night before and the decapitated bodies of
four men along the highway on the east side of town that had been
printed in the newspaper. “They’ve done just as I’ve
asked, Ma-Ma,” she said happily.
“Don’t they always?” Quintessa smiled as she spoon
fed a little girl a plate of eggs and sausage. The nine year-old
child was undoubtedly terrified, having been snatched from her bed
just before dawn while her mother and father and two sisters sat on
the living room floor of their home handcuffed and blindfolded. She
sat blindfolded and handcuffed while being spoon fed by her
kidnappers, but she was so nervous, she’d vomited some of her
food into her lap just as the spoon touched her lips.
Quintessa jumped up and kicked the little girl’s legs. “ Usted
descuidada puta! ” (You sloppy, whore!) she
yelled aloud. “ Mira el
desastre que has hecho en mi piso caro!” (Look at the mess you’ve made on my expensive floor!)
The little girl was heaving uncontrollably with tears streaming down
her face. “ Quiero ir a casa. Quiero ir a casa,” she cried.
“You’ll go home soon enough! So long as your father does
as we say!” Quintessa snapped just as her daughter’s
cellphone rang.
“ Hola?” Carmella said.
“The mayor says he will do as you ask, but he wants to
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