Bad Boys For Life: Son of The Devil

Chapter Four

"This is some sad shit," Mike said, mostly about the fact that Marcus needed help after his so-called retirement. But also because Marcus was driving his wife's car. "Where the hell is your ride?" he asked, getting in. "Girls took it to the spa." he replied. Mike sucked his teeth and scoffed during the ride to Carver's place. "You all right?" Marcus asked, already knowing the answer. "I'm fine," Mike replied. "You all right?"

"Never felt better." there was more silence between them before Mike spoke. "I mean, you could, if you wanted to, drive the speed limit. You let a Prius pass us." Marcus rolled his eyes. Suddenly, Mike heard a coo from a baby. When he turned around, Marcus' grandson was in the back of his car seat. "You brought little Marcus to a murder investigation!?" he exclaimed. "We're dropping him at the spa." Mike scoffed. "Dropping him off at the spa? Carver is scared. He is not gonna wait, man," he said. "What does that guy even want with a snitch like Carver anyway?"

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you." Mike turned to Marcus. "Tell me what?" he asked, expecting the worst. "That guy isn't a man, he's a whole ass kid." Mike raised an eyebrow. "How's a kid gonna put a bullet in my skull." Marcus shrugged. "Telllin' you what I heard man," he said, pulling up to the spa. "Take the baby in," he demanded. "Oh, no, I ain't going in there."

"Then I guess you're not finding out you tried to kill you. See, if I go in there I know who's gonna kill me. Theresa Burnett." Mike didn't budge. "Stop fucking around, man."

"Mike, Carver is scared. He's not gonna wait all day." Mike scoffed at being copied. "Alright," he said. By the time he came back out, he was frantic and hurrying towards the car. "Go! Go!" he exclaimed. "What did she do!?" Mike got in the car still yelling at Marcus to leave. "Go! Go!" he screamed. "Aw, shit!" he said speeding away. "Mike, you've known Theresa a long time. How pissed do you think she was?" Marcus asked. "Like on a scale of one to ten?"

"Yeah, but ten being-"

"When I broke up with your sister?" Mike said only to mess with him. "No! Now, why would you bring that up, man?" Mike laughed. "No, it would be-"

"Me after you spilled a frappuccino in my Ferrari,"

"Yeah, exactly," Marcus replied. "Then I'd say she's at least a nine." Marcus looked down and swore to himself. "Make that a ten, I forgot the baby wipes."

"Tragedy."

~~~

"A big part of fighting crime is being ahead of the criminals," Mike said as he and Marcus got out of the car. "You don't need to stop for pigeons, just drive up to them, they'll fly away." Suddenly, they heard a crash behind them. Something had fallen on top of Theresa's car. "That better be a safe or a piano," Mike said as Marcus turned around and swore. "This is my wife's car!" he yelled. Mike turned around after him. "And that's fucking Carver Remy!" Mike exclaimed, grabbing his gun and running inside the building. "Cover the front door!"

"I'm retired!" Marcus called out, but Mike was already inside. "My wife's gonna kill me," Marcus groaned as he called the police. "We need 315 at the Broadmoor Hotel." just as he spoke, the man who had nearly killed Mike crashed through the window and landed on the balcony. "Fuck!" Marcus exclaimed. "What the fuck!" for a kid, Mike felt like he was being jumped by three grown men. At some point, Mike pinned the kid to the wall and pulled off the screen to his motorcycle helmet, showing Lucius' eyes. Mike froze as he looked into them. He knew those eyes. From where he couldn't recall, but he knew them. Not wanting to get caught, Lucius slid his screen back on and headbutted Mike in the face before slamming him to the ground and taking the opportunity to escape before he tried to take his entire helmet off. Mike chased after him and Marcus tried to, but a kick to the chest sent him flying. Lucius revved up his dad's motorcycle and sped away.

Needless to say, the drive back was silent. "What the fuck, man?" Mike said. "My ass got handed to me by some middle schooler."

"We all have our faults, Mike." Marcus joked.

~~~

"Yo teniá, papá," Lucius complained to his father, pacing. "¡Lo tenía ahí mismo!"

"Cálmate, mijo. Cálmate." Lucius took a deep breath and stopped. Just then, Armando got a call from his mom. "Mamá." he answered. "Armando. Una bala es piedsd para este hijo de puts que me quitó a tu padre."

"Entiendo Mamá, pero-"

"Dale el teléfono a Lucius." Armando sighed before obliging. "Abuela."

"¿Qué parte de sufrir no entiendes?" Isabel retorted. "Abuela yo-"

"¿¡Por qué no has hecho que eso suceda todavía!?" Lucius looked at his father, who gave him a look he couldn't define in response. "Vio parte de mi cara," he said. "¿¡Qué!?" she screamed loud enough for Armando to hear. "Levantó mi pantalla y simplemente...me miró como si me conociera o algo así." Armando furrowed his eyebrows but didn't intervene. "Tu intulidad no es obra mía. El vientre de tu maldita madre te enveneó-" Before Isabel could finish her rant, Armando snatched the phone from Lucius. "¡Mamá!" hearing his voice, Isabel quickly hung up. Armando sighed, squeezing the skin in between his eyebrows. "Lo siento," he said before getting an idea. "Vamos."

~~~

Lucius and Armando sat down on Lucius' bed as Armando unclipped the chain he always wore. Lucius was shocked to see it wasn't a chain, but a pendant, the chain was always tucked under his shirt. Armando opened the heart-shaped pendant to show Lucius the portrait of Luciana. "Esta era tu madre," Lucius smiled but it quickly dropped along with his mood. When Armando saw a tear run down his cheek, he cupped it with his hand, "Ey, ey. ¿Qué pasa?" Lucius shook his head. "Debería haber muerto ese día. No ella." Armando rubbed Lucius' cheek with his thumb. "No, no, no, no. No digas eso, mijo. Basta." soon, Lucius completely cracked and let more tears fall. "Mijo, no, no, no, no, no." Armando whispered, embracing him. "Ey," Armando put his hands on Lucius' shoulders. "Tu abuela solo necesita algo que odiar. Ella está sufriendo. Nada de esto es culpa tuya ni de tu madre." Lucius nodded, wiping his tears. "Te amo."

"Te amo también," Lucius replied, hugging him again. When he pulled away, Armando held out the pendant. "Guárdalo para que puedas pensar más en ella y solo tengas cosas buenas en qué pensar. Sé que no llegaste a conocerla... pero solo piensa en su sonrisa y su nariz." Armando smiled, grabbing Lucius' nose between two of his fingers, making Lucius laugh. "Y sonríe. ¿Okey?" Lucius nodded before hugging Armando again. "Te amo, Lucius."

"Te amo, también, Papá."