Bad Boys For Life: Son of The Devil

Chapter Six

While Rita spoke to officials in her private office, Mike called Dorn over to his computer. "This is Zway-Lo's phone," Mike said, holding it out. "Can you break into it?" he asked. A bit shocked that Mike was asking for a favour, Dorn looked around, placed his coffee mug down agreed. "Yeah, what you looking for?" he asked, sitting down. "Who's he talking to. Call logs. And I'mma need you to hurry up a little bit." whatever he had Dorn do, Rita couldn't know. So, Mike tried to limit his time to when she was in the meeting and when she got out. "Give me the last two months," Mike ordered as Dorn pulled them up. When he did they each had a pattern. Each of the calls was to Mexico. "All right, to each one of those numbers I want you to text the phrase 'Hasta el fuego'. Okay?" Dorn nodded and sent them out. "All right, I got it, thank you," Mike said taking Dorn's seat. "Yeah, man." he said, as he walked away. Marcus looked at Mike and furrowed an eyebrow. Confused at the trouble he was causing. Mike dug deeper and deeper until he found the prison mugshot and record of Isabel Aretas herself. But Mike didn't stop there. There was a link to a birth record. March 10th, 1991, Bebé Nació En Prisón. That baby was Armando Aretas. When Mike paused to think. Someone sent a text to Zway-Lo's phone. 'Hola Mike' it read. Whether it was Lucius or Armando Mike couldn't be sure, but either of them doing it. Proved something big. Marcus turned to see Mike storm out of the room as Rita came out of her meeting. "We're shut down," she said. "What, what do you mean shut down?" Rafe asked in disbelief. "Our department's done. I'm sorry."

"Look, trust me on this, everything's gonna be all right," Marcus reassured them, running after Mike. Marcus found Mike in shambles, shaking about God knows what. "Mike," Marcus called out. "You all right?" Mike turned to him, his eyes glossy. "I think he's my grandson," Mike uttered. "What?"

"The kid who shot me, the kid who killed Cap and jumped 25 feet off of that balcony with nothing but Nike Airs to cover his ass, that's my grandson. The dude on the chopper who picked him up...that's my son." Marcus was just as confused and shocked as Mike was. "33 years ago, before we partnered up, Captain Howard pulled me right out of the Academy. Nobody knew who I was. He sent me undercover with the Aretas Cartel. Sorenson, Webber, Vargas, Carver. All of the people on the case got shot. This is revenge." Marcus shook his head. "Yeah, Mike, but you weren't on that case," he said. "My name wasn't. I- I was Ricky Rollins."

"Benito Aretas? He's dead Mike, he ain't after you,"

"Not him, his wife. Isabel," Marcus furrowed his eyebrows. "I was her driver. We connected so...deep. She showed me the whole game, how to walk it, talk it, and put clothes on it. She made Mike Lowery. We fell in love." Marcus took this opportunity to tease him a bit. "Are you tellin' me that one time, she got pregnant?"

"The one time. We were supposed to run away with each other." Mike added. "What changed your mind?"

"They call her La Bruja. The witch. She's into some crazy-ass shit, Marcus. She's a stone-cold killer." Marcus slightly chuckled. "Mike, you fucked a married witch?" Mike turned to him, eyebrow raised. "All this shit I just said and that's your takeaway?"

"No, it's just a lot to take in. Now it explains why you dress like a drug dealer." Mike scoffed. "You trynna her this shit or not?" he asked. "Sorry, but you don't know if that's your son or not, Mike. You don't know who that witch was fucking." Mike stood up. "Benito Aretas couldn't have kids. She gave birth 8 months after she was locked up. 'Hasta el Fuego' he said that to me before I jumped from the chopper. Me and Isabel made that up, it's not even real Spanish. It means until we burn." Marcus shook his head, still not believing him. "Marcus! He's the right age and look at the kid he's raising. He's ruthless, he's crazy like me, he's fearless like me. Look at the eyes Marcus, we all have the same eyes. He's the fucked up me." after all of the evidence supporting Mike was Armando's real father, Marcus still didn't believe him. "No, Mike," he said. "You're the fucked up you." Mike sighed. "You're jumping to conclusions, all right? Shit's gonna work itself out and you gotta trust that." Mike nodded sweat still streaming down his face from the stress. "You right," he said embracing Marcus. "I love you, man," he said. "I love you," Marcus replied, pulling away. "I gotta go." Mike agreed with Marcus for as long as he could until he could slip through the cracks and drive off, and that's exactly what he did. "Mike," Marcus called out. Mike drove to the airport and booked a no-stop flight straight to Mexico City.

Mike was dumb enough to think he would have any piece on the flight there. "No, Marcus." he refused. "I'm not letting you go on a suicide mission alone," he replied. "I'm not letting anybody else get killed dealing with my shit." Mike argued back. "Mike she's a bruja. She'll make your eyes melt into your stupid-ass head. She'll make your dick fall off." Marcus felt the woman next to him staring. "I meant penis," he said. "You should be minding your own business anyway."

"Marcus, please go home."

"We fly together, we die together." after getting weird looks from the passengers next to him, Marcus finally shut up. "So what you gonna do when you see him?" Marcus asked halfway through the flight. "I'm gonna kill him."

"You can't kill a kid, man." Mike didn't turn around to face one. "He wants to act like a man he can take bullets like one."

"Hell, he's probably bulletproof," Marcus added. "And what about pops? What you gonna do about him?"

"I'm gonna put him in a fucking bag."

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Armando finally got to see his mother in person, instead of on a screen on the balcony of his Mexican-style home. "Armando." she expected her son to embrace her, but he stood his ground and clenched his fists. "Esto es sobre Lucius, ¿no?" she asked, crossing her arms. "Ha hecho todo lo que pudo por ti," Armando said. "Así que los comentarios sobre su madre deben terminar. Ahora mismo." Isabel approached her son. "¿Me estás amenazando?" Armando would let himself be sized up on a matter about his own son. "Tengo edad suficiente para ganar dinero en este juego por mi cuenta. Cambria las cosas esta noche o nunca lo volverás a ver." Armando gave his mother an ultimatum. As she thought, Lucius joined them. "El traidor quiere encomtrarte en algún lado, abuela." he said, handing her Armando's phone, open on messages.