Ricky II: Ramirez Blood

Chapter 3: Back to the Basics (Simon's POV)

I've never been scared of Champ but I can't jack on the fact that I'm nervous as hell. I was never the one who actually did all the talking. I was the one to stand behind and make sure everything goes smoothly with Ricky and Simon. I was basically the bodyguard. I don't even know if there is a correct way to approach Champ. But, I'm just going to have to do whatever comes to my mind.

I'm in my car sitting in front of Champ's mansion is Guanajuato, Mexico. I put my head on the steering wheel and took a deep breath before exiting my white Camero 2016. I walked up to the mansion door and knocked. All of a sudden, 3 big Mexican guys in black suits and black shades came rushing out the door and grabbed me. They roughly threw me into the mansion, looked left to right outside, and slammed the door. "What the fuck! They never did this shit to Ricky." I looked up and one of the guys had a balled up fist. Next thing I know, he punched my forehead and I was out cold.

I woke up dazed and confuse, handcuffed to a pole in a damp dark basement. I remembered everything that happened but I still don't know why. I heard heavy footsteps creaking down a nearby staircase. Suddenly, the man that knocked me out appeared in front of me. "Listen carefully. I'm gonna ask you this once. Why the fuck are you here, fucker?" He asked me. "I came here to see Champ, motherfucker! You know who the fuck I am!" I screamed angrily. He punched me in my jaw and blood spew from my mouth. But I still kept a stern angry face. "I don't know who the fuck you are! Why are you here to see Champ?" He asked sternly. "I'm Simon, Ricky's brother! I came here to conduct a business transaction and I talked to Champ already! He told me that he would be expecting me! So what the fuck do you have me in these handcuffs and this weak ass dungeon?" I shouted. He never answered. He just walked back upstairs then I heard the door slam. Now I'm alone with my mind racing. "What are they gonna do to me?" "Where is Champ?" "Is he fucking with me?" "Was this a set-up?" "Why me?" I held my breath to hear a conversation being held upstairs right above me. It sounded like Champ and the guy that was down here fucking with me. "Welcome home, jefe. How was your drive?" The man asked Champ. "Good. Luis, make sure you keep a watch out for Ricky's brother, Simon. He should be arriving soon. Please notify me when he arrives. We have business to attend to." Champ stated. "Now's my chance!" I decided to get Champ's attention. "CHAMP, GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I screamed as loud as I could. "What the fuck was that, Luis?" Champ asked angrily. "I have no idea, jefe." "You fucking liar! Who the fuck do you have in my dungeon?!" "It was some guy. He came up to the door looking for you, so me, Juan, and Miguel brung him in." "I'm going to go have a look!" Champ proceeded to open the door to the dungeon. Luis ran behind him. Once Champ entered the dungeon, he turned on the light and looked dead at me. His peach-colored face turned blood red with anger. "Luis, tell me that you didn't do this." Champ said calmly. "I'm sorry, jefe. I didn't know." Luis answered like he was a child filled with fear. "You idiot! I told you briefly that someone named Simon was coming to visit me today! I told you this before I left and when we were having breakfast this morning!" "I forgot, jefe. I'm sorry." Champ's face seemed to relax but I knew him all too well. He was pissed. "It's okay, Luis. Everyone makes mistakes. Nobody's perfect. Now untie our guest and bring him upstairs. Then go get Manuel and Juan. We're having a house meeting in the dining room." Champ said proceeding upstairs. Luis reached down and took the handcuffs off of me and helped me stand up. He apologized then proceeded to do what Champ told him to do. "Simon! Come join me in the dining room, Niño." Champ yelled for my attention. I walked into the dining room and took a seat at the table for 12. I sat right across from Champ who was smoking a cigarette. "I wanted to apologize for my foolish employees. I'm making things right with this house meeting." "It's okay, Champ. You got another one of those?" I asked him pointing at his cigarette. He handed me one out of his pack of Newports and a lighter. I swear after I took 1 pull, I was completely relaxed and calm. "No, it's not okay, Simon. They locked someone who is like a son to me in a dungeon. I can't let that slide. I'm just going to fire them. I can always get better security anyway." I just nodded and continued to smoke my cigarette.

A minute after our conversation, the three men that hustled me earlier came into the dining room and took a seat at the table. They all looked troubled and scared about what their boss might say. "I think you all know why I called this house meeting. Am I correct?" Champ asked. They all nodded in unison. "Well, you know, Simon and Ricky are like sons to me. And so is Ricky's big brother, Rich. So, you know you fucked up by putting my Niño in a fucking dungeon, correct?" Again, they nodded in union. "But because I like you all, I'm going to give you all some money for knowing what to do in case someone you don't know comes asking for me." A butler came out with envelopes and passed them out to the three men. "These checks $300,000 apiece. You do what you want with them." The men's faces lit up with joy. "But, you are all fired!" Then Champ reached under the table and pulled out a 9 millimeter handgun. He put a bullet in Miguel first and then Juan. He lowered the gun and stared coldly at Luis who was pale as a white crayon. He put his hands together and begged Champ not to kill him. "Please, jefe. Don't kill me! I have to support mi familia! Marisol won't know what to do with our three kids! Please!" Luis pleaded. I sat there with blank expression. Champ raised the gun again but before Luis could scream, he silenced him forever with a slug to the head. I was used to Champ's behavior. This wasn't the first time that Champ "fired" someone.

Champ tucked his gun back under the table and looked at me. "You know you didn't have to do that, Champ." I said. "No. It needed to be done. He disrespected my son." Champ said with soft eyes. I shrugged my shoulders and continued to smoke my cigarette. Suddenly, a tall light-skinned man with curly hair and dark eyes came into the room. He had on a black combat boots, army fatigue pants and a tight green tee-shirt. His expression was cold and dark, like Champ's. "Is this Champ's kid?" They both shared the same skin tone, the same lifeless dark brown eyes, and muscular build. Champ looked up to acknowledge the young man. "Ah, Niño, what's up?" Champ lit up. "What's up, Pops?" The man responded. Even though he looked exactly Champ, he lacked Champ's heavy Mexican accent. The young man took a seat next to Champ, took one of his cigarettes, lit it, and took a long pull. He looked like he was some kind of military dude. "Oh, Simon, this is my son, Amere. Amere this is Simon, Ricky's brother." Champ introduced us. "What's up, bro?" I said. He just nodded. "Amere is a marine. He just got back from Japan." Champ continued. "Cool." I said nonchalantly. There was an awkward silence between us three. Then Champ broke the silence. "So, how much do you need, Niño?" "About 7 kilos of Distance and 3 kilos of that virgin shit." I answered. "That's about $50,000. Why aren't you getting a lot, Niño? You know you and Ricky will get that shit off in a week and a half." "Because all I got is 50 gs. Ricky in the hospital right now and I gotta use the funds we had left to re-up." Champs eyes narrowed with concern. "Why is Ricky in the hospital?" He asked concerned. "He was shot in the chest and in the head when we were about to find out who killed his father. Somebody doesn't want us to know something, Champ." I answered with anger. "Control yourself, Simon." Amere jumped up suddenly. "Is Ricky dead? I swear to fucking God, I'll murder everyone in the United States!" He slammed his fist on the table. Veins started to pop out of the sides of his forehead and his once yellow skin turned blood red with anger. "He's still alive. He was in a coma, but woke up 4 days after he was shot." I answered just as angry as he was. Champ was angry but he seemed to have control over it. I could tell that his son was the hot-head. He slowly sat down and continued smoking his cigarette. "But believe me, I'm gonna find out who did this. And I'll see to it that they get sent to an early grave." I assured them both. "Well I'm coming with you. I want to see Ricky and find out who had the balls to shoot my brother." Amere stated. "That's cool. The more, the merrier." I said. "Well, Nino, let's get down to business. The sooner you get out of here, the sooner you find out who did this shit to Ricky." Champ stated.

We all got up from the table and walked into the backroom that was sealed by a password protected keypad. Champ entered his password and we got down to business. Amere went upstairs and packed a suitcase for our trip back to the States. In 20 minutes flat, we completed our transaction and Amere and I was in my car headed to the States. "Here we come, Ricky."

Notee:)

I had to add my finace, Amere, to this story. I love you, baby. And I can't wait for you to read this. Thanks to everyone who's being patient and thirsty for these updates. Please stay tuned. More drama is about to come to and from the Ramirez family.