Bad Boys For Life: Son of The Devil

Chapter Three

With time, Mike healed from his wounds, even though the bullet that hit his face left a deep red scar. No matter how many times he wanted to hop on his own case, Captain Howard wouldn't let him. On top of that, Marcus finally went through with his retirement warnings. He had enough of Mike nearly dying. Back in Mexico, things weren't any better. Armando was online only to find out that Mike had survived life-threatening bullet wounds. "Ángel!" he called out. "Sí." Armando pushed the computer toward him. "Miró esto." Lucius' eyebrows furrowed. "¡Le disparé en la cara! ¿Que demonios?" just then, Isabel called. Armando had the urge to ignore it. But he didn't want Lucius to suspect the tension between him and his mother. "Mamá," he answered. "El no murio," she said. "¿No es eso lo que querías?"

"La Santa Muerte no lo dejó sufrir. No lo mates haste que te lo diga." Armando took a deep breath. "El sufrirá." he said before hanging up. Then, Armando uploaded the video of his son shooting Mike to the internet for the world to see. "Vete a la cama, es noche de escuela." he said, turning to Lucius.

~~~

School was easy for Lucius, so easy that he found himself loosening up and messing around with his friends. This time around, Armando dropped him off with a truck that belonged to one of the men who worked for him with the rest of the gang. "Ey," he called out. "Miró." Armando pointed to something in the distance and when he turned, he saw the same girl who spoke to him at the piercing place. He had no idea she went to his school. "¡Ey, Lucius tiene una novia finalmente!" one of them said as they all laughed. "Have a good day," Armando whispered before they all got into the truck. "¿Qué- Papá?" Lucius called as they drove away. "¡Papá!" he exclaimed. His volume made Elená turn around to look at him. "¡Ey!" she called out. Lucius couldn't help but approach her. "Hola."

"Olvidé pedir tu númeri cuando nos conicimos," Elená said grabbing her phone and handing it to him. For a moment, Lucius stared at it, not knowing what to do. "Ey, ¿que pasa? ¿Tienes miedo o algo así?" Lucius snapped out of his daze and put his number in her phone before handing it back to her. "Lo siento." Elená softly laughed making Lucius blush. "¿Familia grande?" Elená asked. "Hm?"

"¿Eran esos hombres todos miembros de la familia?" Lucius chuckled. "No, no. Uh- solo mi papá." Lucius tried his best to hide his fear. If Elená saw them, then she probably saw the guns in the truck too. Lucius couldn't let her be a witness. He cared too much. But he'd die before he let her know that.

~~~

Miami, Florida

Despite everyone's objections, Mike needed to know where the bullets came from and who dealt them so he'd had a chance at finding the person who tried to kill him. He scoffed when he heard the death of the other detectives and forensics officials on the Radio. To figure out the origin of the bullets, he knew exactly where to go. The alleged ex-cartel member Manny who now had a butcher shop knew everything about this kind of thing. He had to. Mike made Manny think he was picking up a gig and was invited with open arms. "Is that Manny's car?" he asked the man washing it. The man nodded. Weird for a butcher to have an electric sports car. When Mike walked to the back, Manny laughed at his presence. "You know they say you're dead, fuckboy. Look I gotta show you this," Manny pulled out his phone. "You're trending worldwide!" suddenly, Mike grabbed a meat cleaver and whacked Manny's hand with it, making him drop his phone and keel over. "Ow! My fucking hand, man!" he screamed. "This ain't no cop shit man! You're supposed to ask me questions and then I say 'Go fuck yourself!'" Mike handcuffed Manny's hand the the leg of the table and slammed the meat cleaver into his free hand. "Fuck! Ow!" he screamed. "P90 Herstals, custom, who's making them?" Mike asked. "Mike, I'm not in the game no more,"

"As many vegans there are in Miami and you expect me to believe you got that kinda car from sellin' pork chops?" Mike raised the cleaver again, making Manny hold his hand out and accidentally staining the sleeve of Mike's suit with meat grime. "Did you just get pig fat on my suit?" before Mike hit him again, Manny screamed out the information Mike needed. "Booker Grassie! That's the name! Booker Grassie!" satisfied, Mike left, leaving Manny handcuffed to the table.

"Booker Grassie. Only arms dealer in Miami. Customizing for the P90 Herstal." Mike reported to Captain Howard who wasn't happy to hear he was disobeying him. "What'd I tell you?" he said. "I know. But this fool posted a video of him trying to kill me!"

"I saw it." The Captain sighed. "I can go after him, vigilante-style, or you could bring me in," Mike suggested. "Or I can shoot you myself." Mike rolled his eyes. "Fuck me!" The Captain yelled downing a bottle of pepto-bismol. "If I bring you in to consult, and you go cowboy on me, I need you to consult the level-five shitstorm I will be drowning in!" despite Howard knowing Mike's condition, he knew he was his best detective.

~~~

"Guys! This is Detective Micheal Lowery." Rita introduced Mike to one woman, one blonde man, and one black-haired man. "He will be joining us as a spectator only." the blonde man was watching the video of Mike getting shot as soon as he walked in and scrambled to turn it off. "This is Dorn, Kelly, and Rafe."

"Lookin' good Micheal. Even after the shots." Rafe said. "She just calls me by my government name to mess with me, you can call me Mike," Mike replied. "Sure thing, Micheal," Rafe smirked. "So you're that guy, huh?"

"There's always one."

"Until there isn't." Rafe furrowed his eyebrows with the smirk still on his face. "What's that supposed to mean." Kelly turned to him. "That's Mike Lowery, dude. Be cool," she whispered.

On the ride there, no one spoke. "You guys are way too serious, okay? Raids are like road trips but with guns." Rita shook her head. "This isn't a raid, it's a surveillance." Mike rolled his eyes. "A surveillance," he copied. Kelly eyed both of them. "You two used to date huh?" their unresponsiveness made it clear. "Releasing Big Barry," Dorn informed as Rafe released a drone. "You're not Big Barry?" Mike asked Dorn. "No, sir." Mike furrowed his brows. For someone with his physique, being the tech guy wasn't very fitting. "Okay, then."

~~~

Back in the center of the city, Marcus was watching telenovelas with some women in the waiting room of the spa with his grandson near him when he got a call. "Who dis?" Marcus asked. "Yo, Marcus, It's Carver Remy!" the caller replied, sounding frantic. Marcus stood up and walked away to take the call. "Ay, watch my baby," he told the women. "Don't waste my time anymore Carver, I'm retired."

"Come on man, it's important."

"It better be! The only rats I talk to are in my basement."

"Listen, the guy who shot Mike, he's trying to kill me!" Marcus paused. "No shit."

"I'm serious. The worst part is, this guy's a fucking kid man!" Marcus furrowed his eyebrows. "What?"

"I didn't see his face, but his voice...that's a fucking kid!" Marcus couldn't believe it. A kid had overpowered and/or killed tons of officers and hadn't been caught. "You want this guy? He's coming for me! Nineteenth in Miami, third floor. I'll be waiting."

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"What did I say!? I said consult. I said observe." Captain Howard was not happy to see casualty after casualty along with the dealer dead. "I didn't do this shit, Cap, they did it to each other!" Captain turned to Mike, arms crossed. "You're telling me you didn't shoot anybody?"

"Well, of course, I shot some of-"

"Exactly shut the hell up," Rita stepped in. "We were here to observe."
"Really? Cause it looks like your guy is fucking dead!" just then, Mike got a call from Marcus. This outta be good.