9798886224238-eBook_v2 by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-07-25T22:26:33+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Today will be dooms-day for Pelon, Sneaks, and Monster’s punk-ass, thought Romero. Their little mutiny scheme had backfired. He had been sitting in his office of the paint shop all morning since four-thirty, bothered by the fact that these three muthafucka’s would go to the extent of shooting at his son to break up a business relationship that they don’t approve of. Romero was really in the mood to do some killin’. As he sat in his office thinking, he came to the realization that he would need some help so he phoned Big Joe. This was one of the five Generals that ultimately called the shots over all the Hispanic gangs in Southern California, the main one. When Big Joe got the call, Romero explained to him what was going on, and he too was furious. He ended up sending five of his best henchmen over to assist Romero in his cleanup.

When these men arrived at the paint shop, only one of them did the talking with Romero as he stood out in front of the office with them all.

“Whass’ up esse’?”

“Que Vo’ holmes . . . I’m Romero ay.” He stated, introducing himself and reaching for a handshake.

“Names ain’t important esse’ . . . we here for the demolition then we out ay.”

“Orale.” Romero responded, which means, Okay in Spanish.

Romero was looking hurt, betrayed, and disgusted. However, he was reassured to see that Big Joe had sent some real killa’s to assist him with his problem. They wont know what hit’em.

“Ay esse’ I’m gon’ need ya’ll out of sight when these fools get here ay . . . I want to talk to these fools first and then I want to see the look on their faces when they find out I know everything ay.” stated Romero.

“No prollem’ esse’ . . . whatever you need ay.”

“Orale . . . when ya’ll come out the cuts ay be ready to blast these fools holmes . . . they stay heated ay . . . and I really do appreciate this holmes . . . sedio ay, my palabra ay . . . anything yawl need esse’ just holla’ ay . . . . anything fool.”

Romero shook hands with the one. The rest of them just stood there like trained military soldiers, only with khakis and T-shirts instead of army fatigues. After the handshake they dispersed in separate directions into the shadows of the shop. Romero went into his office and waited for Monster, and the other two pieces-of-shit to show.

It was going on eight-o-clock when Romero went into the shop area to check on Joe’s boys. When he stepped out of the office he didn’t hear or see anything. He knew that they were still there because Joe had ordered them to be, and leaving without handling what they came here to handle would be defying Big Joe, and everybody knew that defying Big Joe is a wrong decision for anyone. It’s like the next thing to defying God.

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