Bad Boys For Life: Son of The Devil

Chapter Two

Miami, Florida

2,117 miles away lived Marcus Burnett and Mike Lowery. Miami detectives who were known as the 'Bad Boys' in the state. This particular night, the Captain of the Miami PD, Captain Conrad Howard was celebrating Marcus for the fifth night in that week for his grandson just being born. "We're here to celebrate and to raise a glass to one of our own, and I sincerely hope that someday your namesake follows in the footsteps of your old-ass grandpa." everybody in the room laughed. "To Marcus!" people cheered while raising their beer bottles. "May the name Marcus Burnett strike fear into the hearts and minds of assholes for years to come!" Mike added making more people cheer. "Mike and I have been on these streets for 25 years now and I thank you all for letting the Bad Boys work." Mike and Marcus nodded to each other while people started to chant Marcus' name due to their intoxication.

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Miami Harbor, Flordia

"Daddy buried that cash deep, huh?" unfortunately, Armando couldn't find and retrieve his father's money alone. So, he promised some men in separate sub-groups of the cartel to help him. "If these are empty, you're still gonna owe." but they were as promising as a dead snail under a boot. When they opened the carts, the men were awed at how much money came out. "Mama Mia," one of them looked up to see Lucius leaning up against one of the tables. "Who's the kid?" he asked. "My son, Lucius Ángel," Armando replied. Little did they know, Lucius had a gun strapped to his waist in case things didn't go as planned. Even though he was a teenage boy, he was still in a gang by birth. Not by choice. Armando picked up two wads of cash and handed them to the leader. "This should cover the cost of the materials we discussed." the leader smirked. "Nah, man. This is what you get," Armando tilted his head toward him. "What'd you say?" he asked. "We had a deal." the leader pulled out his gun and stuck it directly near Armando's face. "I'm renegotiating. Whoops." Lucius rolled his eyes. Why did things always happen to go to shit when he was there? While his father knived down anyone close to him, Lucius shot the remaining ones and handed his father the gun. "Whoops," Armando copied. Armando pulled the man closer to him and stuck the gun right under his chin. "Hey, look at me," he said. "I don't renegotiate," he told him before killing him and handing the gun back to Lucius. "You got a freaky ass kid, man," the same man who commented on Lucius said. Armando approached him and put a knife to his throat. "Say that again," he warned. "Mantén la calma." he replied with a small laugh. Armando put the knife away and kicked money near him. "You work for me now," he whispered in his ear. The man nodded before Armando walked away. "¡Hay muchachos! Get this money! ¡Dale!" while he was ordering everybody around, Lucius approached him. "Ey, ¿donde te hacen los dientes?" he asked, referring to his grills. "Ángel!" Armando exclaimed as he turned around. "For the last time, you are not getting fucking grills!"

"¡Tengo trece años!"

"¡exactamente!"

"Pero-" Lucius was interrupted by Armando's phone ringing. Lucius scoffed as Armando stepped out. "Mamá," he answered. "Armando."

"Está nuestro."

"¿Muy rápido, no?"

"También tenemos una nueve base de operaciones."

"Pasaste tanto tiempo del otro lado que suenas como gringo." Armando smiled to himself as she hung up the phone. "Lucius," Armando called out. "¿Ajá?"

"If you do this right you can get one tooth grilled. ¿Entiendes?" he asked, emphasizing the 'one'. Lucius nodded.

~~~

"I'm done, Mike." Marcus, probably because of his drunken state, was threatening retirement the entire night, and of course, Mike wouldn't hear it. "Here we go again," he said squeezing a lime into his drink. "I'm serious man. I want to sit back and watch my baby boy grow," he replied, referring to his grandson. "Man, Theresa does not want your ass sitting at home, getting fat, and breaking shit." he laughed taking a sip. "You know, Mike, we got more time behind us than in front. It's time to make some changes, for real." Mike scoffed. "You can miss me with that, I'm living my best life."

"You're dyeing your goatee, Mike." Mike furrowed his eyebrows. "What?"

"You're dying your goatee. That's midnight cocoa bean, I recognize that." Mike smacked Marcus' hand away from his face. "Marcus, man, go on somewhere with that shit," he said. "All you need to know is that I'll be runnin' down criminals until I'm 100." Marcus scoffed. "You the last brother that needs to be talking about running down anyone after the hospital." Mike raised an eyebrow. "What you talking 'bout?"

"Running to see baby Marcus. I dusted your ass." Mike let out a single laugh. "You're saying you beat me in a footrace?"

"It's been said."

"Oh hell naw." like clockwork, Mike and Marcus were both outside with Captain Howard getting ready to race once more. "Ay, man. I ain't running for free what's the bet?"

"I win, we lay it down. We turn in our papers and we retire." Mike tsked. "When I win, you stop with all this retirement shit. Bad boys for life." Mike turned to Howard. "Howard we gonna need an ambo for Marcus, he'll need some fluids and some oxygen." he joked. Howard rolled his eyes with a smile. "Alright, Alright. On your mark, get set, go!" While they were running, and Mike was winning significantly, a motorcycle revved past them. Neither Marcus nor Mike acknowledged the bike until the rider pulled out a heavy-duty gun and shot Mike four times. One in the stomach, one in the shoulder, one in the chest, and one under his eye, right by his nose. "Mike!" Marcus yelled as the biker drove off. Lieutenant Rita, an officer who had just recently been promoted, Captain Howard and tons of others rushed near Mike. "Who the fuck did this!?" Rita yelled. Marcus spent days in the hospital with his wife, praying, hoping, that Mike would survive. Luckily, the Bad Boys weren't over yet.

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Mexico City, Mexico

Armando had promised Lucius one tooth could be grilled but by the end of his appointment, Lucius came out with four new golden teeth. Two on the left front side, and two on the right front side. Unfortunately, Isabel wasn't very happy with his feat. "Creí haberlo dejando claro: Lowery muere el último," she said on video call. "Ya tiene edad suficiente para manejar estas cosas. Yo era más joven cuando comencé." Lucius grabbed Armando's wrist to pull his phone to his height. "¡Abuela, Abuela, tu ver!?" he said, smiling to show his teeth. Armando rolled his eyes with a smile and grabbed his phone back. "¡Sigues sobornándolo, por eso!" Armando saw Lucius furrowed his eyebrows and took the call off of video so he couldn't hear her. "Mamá, por favor, él puede oírte."

"¡Este comportamiento proviene del lado materno de la familia!" Armando, for the most part, always obeyed his mother, but disrespecting his dead wife is where he drew the line. Armando immediately hung up and through his phone to the ground, causing it to crack at the corner. "Ángel," he called. Before he even said anything, Lucius knew they would get in trouble with Isabel again.