DragonFruit

Chapter 3

We had pulled over and switched spots before the airport then pulled in a parking spot and Kevin stood outside the car with a sign. The person came up to Kevin and dropped his luggage in front of him. I got out and left the car on and helped Kevin put the luggage in the car.The leader of the Locos was wearing a bandanna on his head, he had cornrows, his teeth were golden, tattoos all over, even his face. His jean jacket was ripped in some parts and he had on a black shirt that read "Straight Outta Compton" with the NWA group on the front. As we closed the trunk I put my hand on Kevin's shoulder. "You ready to do this?" I asked. He nodded and walked to get in the passenger seat. I got in the drivers' seat and drove off slowly. Kevin looked at me and motioned for me to get on the highway. I did as I was told. "Mr. Jones-" Kevin said

"Call me CB." said Mr. Jones. Donovan Jones was his actual name.

"Okay, CB is their a radio station you prefer?"

"No, silence is fine."  Mr. Jones was too busy on his phone. Kevin looked at me and pulled out his gun. it was a .40 cal. pistol I kept my eyes on the road and knew the shit was about to hit the fan.

Kevin turned around to CB quickly catching him off guard "You don't know who I am CB!" Kevin shouted. "But I know who you are. We're going to another destination and you'll stay there for a while."

"You can't do this to me, my niggas will come find me and light yo ass up like a Christmas tree." CB reached for the gun and Kevin wrestle with him for it. A police car was behind us, I swerved a little because Kevin bumped in to me. "Get control of him!" I shouted. Then I heard that awful sound. The gun went off. It seemed as if time had slowed down. I knew the police car heard it. As Kevin was moving forward back to his seat, time caught back up, Kevin moved back and sat straight up in the chair. I looked in the mirror and saw CB's brains on the SUV ceiling. I slid my hand over my face and rubbed my eyes quickly because I was driving. "Fuck." Kevin looked at me "Irish." Kevin said.

"Fuck."

"Irish."

"Fuck, fuck. Kevin what the fuck?! We're on the goddamn highway! And you said you wouldn't kill him."

"Just pull over, no one heard it." The police car behind us drove faster to keep up with us.

"We can't."

"What?! Why?"

"Looked behind us." Kevin turned around and looked at the police car behind us. Then it turned on its' lights. "Shit." I whispered and sped down the highway. Then I pulled over. "Kevin, don't say shit. If the other officer comes on your side, follow my lead." Kevin nodded with a scared look on his face. The older officer walked on my side with his hand on his pistol. The younger officer did the same on Kevin's side. I rolled down the window. "Can I help you officer?" I asked. He looked at me and began to look in the car. The younger officer just reached Kevin's window. I pulled the older officer's head in the car and snapped his neck. His body fell like a sack of potatoes. Kevin opened his door knocking the officer back. Then he shot him in the leg, I got out the car and ran around and kicked the gun out off the officer's hand then punched him. "Get in the cop car!" I shouted. Kevin and I sprinted to the police car and drove off, he tried to talk to me but I didn't respond. I pulled over at a gas station and parked away from cameras. "Kevin, they're on to us. Lay low for awhile. Let's split up." He nodded. We both got out of the police car and went in to the gas station. He bought cigarettes and candy. I went in the bathroom and saw a man about my size in sandals, a blue polo shirt and shots. I smashed his head in the mirror and too his clothes. I put mine in the trash can and lit it on fire. While people were distracted I lit the police car on fire too. I had to cover my tracks. The SUV was already clean. 

Quickly I walked out of the bathroom across the street and caught the bus, it took me near my beach house and walked home.

...A few days later...

Everyone knew Kevin's gang killed CB, some how people knew. Kevin's gang was taking over everywhere. I told him to lay low but he didn't listen. Bruce had come back to town and said he's fine, all that therapy and rehabilitation helped him. He didn't say anything about us while he was gone. He thinks all the things we did, and all the violence he's seen and down drove him a little crazy. I invited him over for dinner and he told me all about his "vacation" as he called it. I sat and listened as a friend, even though there were things I didn't agree with, I still listened. The next day Kevin called us all and told him to meet him at a car wash across the street from the strip club CB's gang operated. Bruce was there in a blue Honda Civic, I drove my mustang, and Lyndon showed up in a Bugatti. Kevin was the last to show up and he was driving a Cadillac. "I'm glad you all could join me." he said. "First, welcome home Bruce."

"It's good to be back." he said 

"I called you all here for the final push against the Locos. As you might know, I killed their leader CB. And his gang," he pointed to the strip club. "is held up in there." he looked back at us. "CB's funeral is his Friday. I need you guys to come with me and attack the funeral. After that I can take over the club myself. But I want to do the funeral together like the old days."

"What exactly are we doing at the funeral?" asked Bruce.

"Killing every member of the Locos there. Bruce, just drive and when we get there listen to music and keep your eyes closed and your head down."

"We're not Savages." said Lyndon. "A funeral?"

"It't to show that we mean business. Lyndon you're my brother, if you help me on this I'll owe you...all of you..."

"I'll drive..." said Bruce.

"What time?" I asked. Business is business, and Kevin told me earlier that he'll pay me in the end.

"The funeral starts at 10am meet me here at about 11:30 to get ready and fall in the funeral line. We follow them, wait until they lower the body, then light them up. We leave and we got home. I'll pay you too."

"Okay good, I have a date with Becky and her sister Friday."

"We'll be finished before then."

"We'll help, but you don't have to pay us." said Lyndon. We nodded. Even though Kevin will still pay me.

"Thanks guys." 

...I hate funerals...