Too Far Gone (Urban)

32| Music Lovers

Meanwhile...

     "I think you're being too hard on yourself." Shaundi's voice echoed from behind one of the support pillars. The boss shook his head as if she could see him. Raul entered the hall from the HQ carrying a grill lighter and fluid.

     "Yeah, that car-crushing thing was pretty... what you say, 'tight'?" Raul commented. He approached the heap of bodies, using his thumb to pop open the bottle of lighter fluid. He crushed the bottle in his hand and sent out a tight stream into the bodies. As he did this, the boss carried another body and tossed it onto the pile, then dusted his hands on his sweats.

     "Don't get me wrong," the boss chuckled softly, "I'm a fan of my work. It's just..." He watched as Raul set the piles on fire. It started out small at the hem of a fallen member's jeans, quickly traveled up the leg of the jeans until the whole body was engulfed in flames, eating away at the flesh and then moving on to the adjacent body. He stuck his hands in his pockets and looked elsewhere. "I got so wrapped up in sending Maero a message, I never asked Jessica about the shipment."

     "La puta is dead," Raul frowned slightly, "who cares about the shipment?"

     "I do," The boss replied sternly. "It's something that Maero wants, and that means I'm gonna take it."

     Shaundi came from behind the pillar, folding her arms over her exposed chest. She grimaced at the smell of the burning bodies, gagging a bit. "Alright, there's gotta be someone you can pump for information. What about Donnie?"

The boss shook his head. "He got manhandled twice. I'm pretty sure he's out of the loop, if not dead."

     "What about their tattoo artist?"

The boss smiled and rubbed his chin. "Good idea."

     "You said before that this guy's in a band called the Feed Dogs," she stared at the burning bodies and nibbled on her lip before looking at him for certification. "Right?"

     "Yeah..." He trailed off.

     "They're playing tonight I believe," Raul butted in. "It shouldn't be too hard to crash the show."

     "Nice call," The boss simpered briefly before asking, "How are we gonna get in, though? I think all this runnin' and gunnin' is finally wearing me out."

     "Well, if you lasted this long going at it hard, might as well go soft now." Shaundi shrugged. Raul paused for a moment to stare at the two. Shaundi rubbed her chin and paced slowly. "We need a plan..."

     "I think I know someone who can help us with that."

Pierce pulled his black baseball cap lower over his head to shield his eyes from onlooking Brotherhood members. The material of his jumpsuit noisily swished with every step he took, but the sound was swallowed out by the whistles of late fall. Leaves scraped the pavement adding on to the sounds of nature. The Brotherhood members eyed Pierce and the boss, hut turned their attention elsewhere once they realized what they were here for the delivery truck.

     The boss felt his fingers itching to shoot, to kill, but he wanted to do this Pierce's way for once. With this gang war imminent, he had to save all his strength for that day. Things were about to get hectic, he could feel it. He just hoped Curly would stay out of it. Though she did sufficiently out on the battleground, she was still a newbie like the rest of the members. He could risk her or any of them getting hurt, and though he never expressed any raw emotions besides anger, he cared for their lives. He'd rather put their lives before his in order to keep them safe.