Bad Boys For Life: Son of The Devil

Chapter Seven

"All eyes on me. I'm the bait. We meet at Hidalgo Palace. It's an old hotel outside the city. I'll keep her talking till you guys spot the shooter." Marcus had called in Rita, Kelly, Rafe, and Dorn to help them. "What if she just shoots you?" Dorn asked. "Nah, she's gonna wanna talk, we have history." Rita nodded. "Okay, snatch and grab. We get them and we're on a plane to the States by dawn," she ordered. Even though they never got along, Rafe and Mike fist-bumped, earning each other's respect. "What about the kid?" Dorn asked. "What about him?" Marcus replied. "We can't just kill him, isn't that like...child endangerment?" everyone stared at him. "What?" Dorn asked. "He shot me 5 times and his dad tried to blow us up with a fucking bazooka." Dorn lowered his head and nodded. "Dorn, get me a floor-plan satellite image." Rita order. "We'll have eyes on the outside and on the inside," Dorn replied. "Hey nobody touches the shooter or his kid. They're mine." Marcus chuckled. "Yeah, they are."

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Mike walked inside the abandoned hotel with the drone behind him. "Damn! What is this kid taking?" he heard Dorn say through the earpiece. "What?"

"I'm watching the surveillance of that kid jumping from the balcony and hopping on the motorcycle. He's a fuckin' beast." Marcus chimed in. "That's exactly what I told him, man! He fights like Tyson but is built like MGK with his skinny ass." Mike shushed them before looking around the building. "There's no way she's here alone, Mike," Kelly said. "It's the cartel she probably has mounds of backup." Rafe added. "Marcus is headed towards the back." Dorn informed. "Marcus we're covering you from the sky."

"Still nothing. Moving in closer." Marcus replied. Inside the building, Mike couldn't see anyone until he heard a click from a gun. When he turned around arms up, he saw Lucius pointing his gun at him. "Woah, hey, let's talk about this."

"¿Tienes un arma?" Mike nodded. "Déjalo." Mike obliged, laying his gun on the ground before getting back up, hands still raised. "I'm gonna tell you right now, I'm not fluent, but I know you understand English, right?" Lucius nodded. "You speak it?" Lucius shook his head. "Apenas." Mike sighed, the language barrier would make things hard, so all he could do was make the conversation easy enough for both of them. "Yo queiro tú a hablas su abuela, dile que Ricky está aquí." Lucius looked Mike up and down before nodding, putting his gun back in his waist, and going upstairs. After a few moments, Isabel showed up on the highest level, looking down at him. "Hola Ricky," she said. "Pr should I call you Mike?"

"Hola Isabel," Mike replied. Isabel opened up her arms for Mime to pat her down. "Not very thorough, I remember a time when touching me would make you breathless." Mike ignored her flirting. "Lucius made me drop mine," he said. "Where is he?" Mike asked, referring to Armando. "This used to be our place. I wanted you dead, but you survived. Perhaps I made you too strong," Isabel sat him down at a table. "Or perhaps Santa Muerte is telling us something. We were fated to meet one last time."

"This is some real telenovela shit!" Marcus yelled through his earpiece to the others. Just then, Isabel grabbed his earpiece threw it to the ground, and stepped on it. "Shit!" Kelly yelled. "I lost all comms," Dorn said. "They know that we're here." the other put on their gear and headed toward the building. "It's just us now," Isabel whispered. "Why didn't you tell me I had a son?" Mike whispered back. "What would you have done?"

"Taken care of him."

"Like you do me?"

"Who does he think I am?" Mike asked. "Just what you are. The coward, the traitor, el hijo de puta." Isabel spat. "Don't do this." suddenly, Mike heard a whistle. When he turned, Armando had Marcus' gun to his head and his own gun pointed at Mike. "Keep moving detective." Marcus obliged as they stepped closer to Isabel and Mike. Mike grabbed another gun Lucius wasn't aware of and pointed it back and forth to Armando and Isabel. Several other gunmen appeared after them. "You see that? Drop it." Armando said. "Look, look you and this man need to talk," Marcus interrupted. "Cállate," Armando said, pushing the barrel deeper into his head. "No, no "cate". You need to get the kid down here too, by the way, who trained that motherfucker?"