The story ends, and Moon is the first to react. “ They need to get the fuck out of here, after what they did!”

“ SHUT UP MOON!” Ren stands up in a fury. He’s showing her whose boss and wants her to remember that. She backs down without a fight. She goes back to the wet-bar to finish her drink. “ You killed a woman with a heap of deadly associates..” He said heap, how cute. “ Norma Ramos.” aka Abuelita “ She’s  high up the food chain.”

“ How long do we have until the heavy hitters know what I’ve done.” I ask him.

“ The word might get to them before tomorrow morning, they’ll probably come down to see what happened themselves a day after. They’re going to turn L.A over until they find you.”

“ They’re going to know you’re hiding us.” That’s a given.

“ Yes they will.” He chuckles. “ But I’ll be here to great them when they come through that door.” He flashes that mischief grin, which gets me wondering what’s going through that crazy mind of his.

“ Care to share with the class?” He burst into laughter.

“ I gotta make some calls, I mean there’s going to be a big party coming.” Now he’s talking my language. “ You guys must be tired. You should get your rest. I own an apartment complex not far from here. I’ll keep you there. I’ll make sure Moon watches your back.” “ Me?” She’s a bit scared, I guess she’s heard the stories of the Sinners.

“ God damn it, Moon, yes!” Ren snickers at her. “ You got our friend here as well, just give him a gun if things get hot, he’ll paint the walls red.” Aww, that almost brings a tear to my eye. I wonder if that’s healthy?

“ Sorry for all this.” Ren waves me off. “ You’re taking a risk.”

“ I recalled a man who did that with me.”

Julian steps in. “ Do you know his name?” She asks Ren.

“ No, he’s never told me.” Ren admits

“ Are you fucking kidding me!” She’s upset by that, really?

“ All you need to know is that he’s got your back.” He points his finger at Julian. “ In this world, that’s  a rare trait.”

We say our goodbyes and follow Moon to the SUV parked in the back alley. Nothing is said during the drive to the safe house, but I can see Moon eying me constantly. The moment the car is parked outside the apartment complex, she barks her questions at me. “ Why come back after so long?” Her eyes glare through the rear view mirror at me. “ Ren doesn’t need shit like this, he’s starting to stand on his own.”

She’s protective of him. “ He was the only one I could turn to.”

“ And why stay here and fight, why not take the girl and run?” Her hands are gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“ Cause running will never fix this.” I know that well. “ I need it to end here.”

“ Then what?” She says to me.

“ Julian lives her life.” I say.

“ And you, what are you getting out of this?” She’s confused by my actions.

“ A reason to keep looking.” I smile at her.

“ You’re crazy.” She gets out of the car and does a quick fly by, to make sure the coast is clear.

“ What are you looking for? “ Julian asks me as we sit alone in the car.

“ I told you already.”

“ But.” Julian doesn’t get to finish. Moon whistles at us to get out.

Ren’s apartment complex isn’t too shabby, it’s gated and is smack dab in the middle of the booming district of Korean Town. The moment we past through a..GOLD FENCE..How much money is he making?

The moment we’re inside, we get hit with a alluring smell of jasmine that looms in the lobby, a very nice high end at that. Tenants are swarming the area, all on their laptops enjoying the free wi-fi, as the big screens plays softly the Lakers vs Heat. The size of  the lobby makes it look like a nice little bar lounge.“ Why buy this?” I ask Moon.

“ It was his dream to own an apartment complex.” She tells me.

“ I thought that was a nightclub?”We’re led to the elevator.

Moon hits the button to call it down.“ That was his first, this is his second.” She says to me.

“ What’s his third?” I have to ask.

“ A Chuck-E-Cheese.” Now I heard it all.

“ Does he own that dream yet?” Come on, I have to ask.

“ He owns three.” She says as the elevator doors open.

“ Can we go?” Moon stops to look at me, wondering if I’m joking. I’m not, a giant rat and pizza, how can you say no?

“ Follow me.” Julian and I follow her in. The doors close and she hits the ninth floor button. “ Try to stay away from the windows, don’t make outside phone calls, don’t even bother walking outside. Stay indoors until Ren get’s a handle of this.”

“ That’s not going to be a problem.” Julian says. Well maybe not for her. I’m more of the outdoors type of guy. I can’t stay in too long without feeling a bit claustrophobic.

Moon takes a hard gulp as we past the seventh floor. I can see this night is weighing on her. “ Don’t worry, Moon, I’ll handle this. Whatever happens, you and Ren won’t be hurt.”

“ The Sinners aren’t people you fuck around with. Ren doesn’t have the man power to save you. He’s just getting up there. Two years ago we were nothing but a bunch of wannabes. Today people see us, but we’re nothing like them. Not even close.”

“ I’ll handle it.” I promise her.

Ren and Moon came to this country illegally, they both had the craving to live the American dream. Ren was just a small time hustler, trying to make it big, Moon was just this pretty face girl with a darkness to her, Together they got along well. Even before I met them, they were trying to rise of the ranks of the street gangs in L.A. Their gang was called RED MOON, mainly cause it came close to Ren and Moon, but people always assumed it hinted at the full moon, which some people believe causes chaos, chaos turns into blood, thus you had Red Moon, not even close.

Ren was working to get notice, hoping one day his group would be feared and respected, so he did what had to be done to reach that mountain top


* * * * *

Two Years Ago

“ Keep your hands up.” I remember the red glaring moon hanging above us, how ironic. He’s younger, he’s hungry to make something out of himself, how he’s changed. “ You know who sent me?” This time he’s working for a Russian mob boss name Yuri, he’s an asshole, but he’s an asshole Ren owes a lot of gambling debt to, he’s not the only one, there’s a long list of people he’s in debt to. He needs to kill me, to square things with Yuri.

The reason Yuri wants me dead is cause I killed over dozen of his men and ended his child trafficking business he was running in San Diego two weeks ago. Children we’re selling high here in the states and overseas, Yuri wanted to invest in that lucrative business before the Mexican mafia started to.

I came into Yuri’s warehouse one night, every where you could hear the cries of children, God only knows what they were doing to them. I walk the halls gunning down everyone I see, men with their pants down, others with freshly made dvd’s, others with video cameras. They thought it was business as usual, but they never saw me coming. Once the night is painted red, I free the kids, call the cops, news, papers, anyone to see the horror. And like that,Yuri is facing a long list of charges, charges he won’t be able to shake off, but nothing that would end him, people like him always found a way to beat the rap. His cash flow on the other hand was going to take a massive drop.

“ I have to do this.” I can see a story in his eyes, I can see a man who thinks I did the right thing, but can’t let me go, there’s too much in stake for him.

“ What if I could help you.” I said to him.

“ Nobody can help me.” His hand is tightly gripping the gun pointed at me.

“ I can.” I smile at him and he lowers the gun. He see’s something in me too. A week later his problems are gone. A month later he puts his money into something that can make him money. FIRE. Opening night, it was pouring. I see her there.


* *   *


“ I’ll be down in the lobby making a call.” Moon is talking, but I have no clue what about. I hate when that happens.

“ Will you be back?” Julian asks, but Moon close the door behind her. We’re alone to sit with our thoughts. “ What do we do now?” She looks at me.

“ Watch tv?” Hey, maybe the game is on.













She’s standing outside, it’s raining, her hair is soaked but it doesn’t matter to her. She still has that smile on her face, nothing in the world could wipe that away. She pauses as she see’s me from across the street, the neon light above her flashes “ FIRE” makes her look majestic than ever. She’s waving for me to cross the ocean between us so we can be together. I’m too scared to move, I don’t want to take that leap, so many uncertainties, more than now. But her warm reassuring smile tells me everything is going to be alright. So I cross. And this is where our paths become one. For better or worst, to death till us part.


*  *   *

“ What is this place?” I hate when that happens. Julian stares an awe at the nightclub FIRE in Korean Town. The music is blaring, the line to get in is longer than I remember it to be. Than again, back then it was just starting off. “ Your friend work here?”

“ No, he owns the place.” A silent wow comes out of her mouth. “ Let’s not waste time.” We both hurry as we jaywalk over to the club, does our law breaking have no end. The bouncers on the door seem ready to pounce the moment they see our bloody damaged outfits, can’t blame them.

“ Easy now, they’re friends.” I know that strong femme voice anywhere, Moon-Choi. “ Look what the cat dragged in, haven’t seen you in a long time.” She appears out from the entrance. Long blonde hair, with purple and blue dye on the tips. A very dangerous soul in a small package.

“ It’s nice to see you Moon.” Politeness is always the way to go.“ Is Ren in?” Julian hides behind me, there’s really no need for it.

“ That depends. What do you need him for?” She stands mighty at the top of the stairs, looking so harmless, but if I was a betting man, I’d say she was carrying a small handgun behind that long pink coat she has on.

“ I need to cash in my favor.” She rolls her eyes, knowing the history between Ren and I, for some reason this doesn’t set well for her.

“ Give me a second.” She pulls a walkie out of her back pocket and radios in. “ Hey, it’s me. You’ll never guess who’s here.”

“ Moon I don’t have time to guess, just tell me.” Ren sour ass voice is on the other end.

“ It’s your buddy, he’s here to cash in that favor you owe him.” You could hear him almost topple on the other end.

“ Let him in, what the hell are you waiting for!?”

Moon takes the walkie and puts it back inside her back pocket. She waves for us to come in. The guards break a path for us to enter. “ Thank you, kind sir.” I tip my hat off to them and walk up the stairs with Julian closely behind.

“ What favor does he owe you?” Julian ask the second we past through the door and enter into a loud and illuminating atmosphere. People are dancing to POP/Electro music, so many of them too drunk to see how much of an ass they look like, people grinding together, looking like they’re inches away from ripping the clothes off themselves to have sex…well the couple in the corner didn’t wait, his girlfriend leg is raised high, her skirt is flapping in the air, showing exposed bottom. Her boyfriend is supporting her leg up as he unzips and takes out his cock, he doesn’t waste any time to penetrate her in the corner of the room as hard as he can, one of his friends asks if he can joy, the girl nods uncontrollably, the boyfriend’s best friend takes the other hole, the girl is just smiling, she’s living her dream. Kinda nice to see he’s not threaten about other man fucking his girl, even if it is her asshole.

Time to answer the question. “ I helped him out of a jam.”

“ More like saved his ass from being fish food.” Moon turns around, almost upset at me. “ Why do you always have to down play everything. For a violent man, you sure are fucking polite.” Politeness is always the way.

“ Pardon me, Moon.” Again, politeness is always the way.

We near the back room, four men built like steel are guarding the door. The moment they see Moon they all move aside, allowing us in easily.

“ WHOOA!” There’s a huge commotion  going on, the LCD tv is blasting a NBA game, Heat vs Lakers. Ren is halfway across the room cheering on with his new friends. He’s changed since I last saw him. Back then he was just trying to survive in the city of devils, aka Los Angeles, wearing worn out clothes, running odd jobs for the mob, in debt with the wrong people, coming so close to death, only to have me save him. Now he’s this big shot, wearing the flashy suit, the rings to go with it, but two things haven’t changed, his black do-rag covering that long black hair and his personality.

“ IT’S YOU!” He cheers as loud as he can, he shoves all his new friends aside and runs over to hug me. He lifts me off the air. “ It’s good to see you!”

“ Likewise.” I pat him on the back. “ You made a name for yourself.”

“ I did.” He smiles all big and wide and puts me down. “ Thanks to you.” He pauses and looks at my bloody clothes. “ Should I ask?”

“ It’s the reason we came here.” He’s confused at the “we” but I point out Julian to him, whose standing in the corner, doing her best and not being seen by others and it’s working.

“ Whose the chick?” Ren eyes her from head to toe, then glances at me. Wondering if we both have a thing going on.

“ No.” I tell him.

“ So many years past, I thought you’d move on.” That’s not going to happen.

“ You wanted to cash in?” Moon cuts through the small talk. “ Why?”

“ Moon,” Ren snickers at her. “ Cool it.”

“ I wouldn’t have come here if I didn’t think I could handle it myself.” Ren nods his head in agreement.

He waves for me to follow him. “ You guys enjoy the game, eat, drink, fucking enjoy!” His guest cheer, never noticing us. “ Let’s talk.” We all follow Ren up the stairs leading to his private office, Moon is behind us, watching our every move. I can feel her eyes glaring at me, why so defense little Moon?

The moment were inside, Ren jumps on his comfy couch, flashing his big smile at me. Gesturing for me to take a seat, there’s cheese, ham, chicken and crackers on the table. He see’s Julian staring at them intensely. “ Eat girl, eat, no one is going to tell you anything. You’re in my home, my guest are always treated right.” Moon closes the door and stands two feet behind me, Julian runs to the table and is filling her mouth with food, me I’m just enjoying the moment, I mean you have to, stress kills.

“ You’ve done really well for yourself.” Ren jumps up back to his feet, he’s happy to hear the compliment.

“ Thank you, friend. If you hadn’t been there, I’d be dead for sure. What happened after that, where did you go?”

“ Why are you here?” Moon cuts in again, straight to the point. Not bad.

“ Moon, chill. Take that stick out of your ass.” Ren plays around with her. “ She hasn’t changed at all, still a serious little fucker.”

“ Someone has to be.” She snickers at Ren as she heads over to the wet-bar to make herself a drink.

“ I’m not?” Ren blows her a kiss. I wonder if these two became an item?  “ She’s crazy about me.” Ren winks.

“ How familiar are you with the South Side Sinners?” I say to him.

“ Very.” Now I got his attention. “ They’re a big network,” That’s a nice way of saying cartel. “ They fucking destroyed MS-13 over a turf dispute a year back. Los Zetas had a deal with them,  but Sinners decided to end that contract, so they could move into their territory. They expand here in North America, Mexico , Canada and growing strong in Central America, the Colombians love them, mainly cause they can put up a show.” Ren runs his finger around his neck, just like a knife. Nice to know the South Side Sinners are big in theatrics.

“ Better question, why bring them up.” Moon puts the drink down and waits for the bombshell.

“ I might have killed one of theirs.”  I carefully down play it.

“ One?” Ren chuckles. “ Who cares!” Honesty is the best policy. “ Ok, not one.” They both pause. “ Sixteen.” “ You’re fucking me?” Both Moon and Ren say together

“ And I think I killed a leader of theirs. Some old lady, she had a grandson by the name of Ortiz.” That makes their jaws drop.

“ Ortiz,” Ren can’t believe what I’m saying. “ Ortiz Ramos..”

“ That’s him.” Julian says with a mouth full of food.

“ He needs to get out of here!” Moon shouts at Ren. “ They can’t stay here!”

“ Why did you kill him?” Ren puts his hand up, telling her to stay calm, Moon bites down on her words.

“ It’s a long story.” I tell him.

“ I got time.” Alright, I should start from the beginning.









You never know where the world will take you, one day you can be a simple man just working, trying to make it through life, paying your bills, paying your rent, hope you have enough to eat, pray you never get sick. Just grasping onto life by the edge of the cliff. People think if you fall off the cliff, the world ends, but it doesn’t, the world doesn’t end, it continues on, your soul is never damaged, it’s thrown into a new light, do you embrace this change, embrace this new world or do you give up and stay in darkness.


With me, I fell over the cliff, but my soul was long gone before that. “ You fucking killed them without blinking.” Julian’s first words in a long time, we’re a good two miles off. Waiting on the corner of a bus stop. My shoes are all bloody, so are my pants. “ How?”


“ They were going to rape you.” I remind her.


“ You kill easily.” She’s lost in a daze. She’s never seen people killed in front of her eyes.


“ I don’t really dwell on death, I just let it be.” Now time for some questions. “ Ortiz grandmother, she had a tattoo on her, three S’s.



“ Are you a serial killer?” She shaking with fear.


“ Three S’s.” I’m trying to keep her focused in my questions. “ What do they mean?”


“ South Side Sinners.” That’s what I thought.


“ What was Ortiz going to be?”


“ What?” Her mind is drifting to the image of me stomping into the guys skull, I know that.


“ What was Ortiz position going to be, did he have one?”

“ His grandma was going to make him in charge of the family business soon. That’s what he always used to tell me.”


“ Shit, killing her may have been a huge mistake.”


“ You killed her?!” She’s startled by that fact.


“ Cut the shit!” I yell at her. “ I’m getting sick of tired of your attitude, I save you, twice. And you’re upset in how I killed them, after they planned to rape the living shit out of you?”


“ I’m sorry,” She takes a deep breath. “ I’m not used to seeing that.”



“ I wish you would of told me who Ortiz was.”


She shoves me in anger. “ Why, so you could of walked away from me.” She comes at me again. “ So you would  of let him live”


I grab her arms and pin her close to my body to calm her down. “ No, I still would of done it.”


“ Liar.” She’s hissing with rage.


“ No, I’m not. I would of killed him, but I would of made sure we would be out of their reach before they came looking.”


“ What do we do now?” Her body goes limp in my arms.


Her clothes are dirty, her jeans are torn apart, her nose is a little bloody. I have to get her cleaned up. We can’t afford to be walking the streets like this. “ We’re going to see a friend of mine. See if he can help.”


“ You have friends?” She chuckles.


“ Fuck you.” I smile back at her.




We past a house filled with old Christmas lights, I know this place. We hang a right, we past a broken apartment building that’s blaring music so loud, I know this place all to well. We hang a left, and how I know this place so well. Back to the scene of the crime.

Ortiz garage is locked up, but his grandma’s house is a bustling scene. Her fence backyard, that is right near the alley is bubbling with a party. The van pulls outside the drive way, they open the door forcefully and re-frame from being hospitable as they pull me out of the van, they even get their free shots of shoves on the way up the stairs to Abuelita’s house.

The other van carrying Julian is parked near the back alley. It arrived here three minutes ahead of me. “ What’s the bitch to you?” The short one jabs me with his hand to my gut. “ She suck your dick?” He laughs like he’s a goddamn comedian.

“ I was just buying her coffee.” Dumb and confused is the way to go.

The front door opens and the clown is standing there. She’s eying me from head to toe, she wants to throw a punch at me, I feel it, but she’s only strong when the animal is kept behind the cage. “ This the fucker.” She spits at me. I’ll remember to pay her  back in kind.

The entire house is riddle with Mexican culture. Mayan headdress, coins from the homeland , small little dolls, even photos of what seem to be a young Ortiz with his family standing somewhere near Mexico City, even a Mexican flag hung above the living room, Abuelita is proud of heritage and of the times before. I tip my hat off to her.

I’m hauled to the dinner table where an elderly woman with long white hair is smoking like a chimney, she has a black dress on, with a red rose clip on her left side of her chest. This must be Abuelita, thought  the obvious man. “ Get in there!” The small one shoves me into the chair inches near Abuelita, he returns with the other outside the doorway, mad dogging me. I turn to see Abuelita, her skin is tan and damaged, no doubt of the sun. Her hands even tell the story of a hardworking woman…. or a killer?

“ Hello..” Abuelita blows smoke in my face. The short one, the clown and two others laugh. “ hola.” Better safe than sorry.

“ Callate gringo.” Shut up cracker. Abueltia says to me.

The clown takes this as a sign to smack me at the back of the head. “ You best shut up, fool!”

“ Calmarse “ She tells the Clown to calm down.

“ I still don’t know why I’m here.”  My act just brings a smile to abueltia face. She’s not buying my bullshit. I worked so hard to sell it. Dang.

“ Yo te vi.” She saw me. “ No te hagas el tonto.” don’t play the fool she tells me. She knows it was me who killed her grandson. She didn’t go to the cops, instead she called her grandson buddies to settle this, but somehow I think Abuelita didn’t work in the fields, the way the people stand upright in her presences, the way the clown jerked back the moment she order her to stand down. Abuelita is a dangerous old shark. Those damaged hands are of woman whose had her share of blood. How interesting.

“ Dejalo ir.” Let it go, I tell her. “ se acabo. Mas sangre no va a arreglar las cosas.” It’s over, more blood  won’t fix things.

She takes another puff and blows into the air. “ No para usted ,” Not for you, she chuckles. “ para mi,  viendote morir, me trage alegria.” For me, watching you die, would bring me joy. Abuelita isn’t going to let this go. No matter how much of an abusive monster her grandson was.

“ Cuanto?” How much I ask her.

“ que?” What? She’s confused at my response.

“ Stop!” I can hear Julian shouting in the back, the party I saw was meant for her. For me they have much bloodier plans.

“ Su concha esta gritando.” Your cunt is screaming. She flashes her yellow teeth, knowing the screams of Julian are tearing into me. She thinks she’s my lover, but when fact those screams are bringing moments of the past, ones I rather not relive now. “ Llorar por ella.” Cry for her. She’s taunting me, enjoying the look in my face. But I can take that away.

“ Su nieto era idiota.” I show myself to her, by hitting it where it hurts. “ Le di una oportunidad.” She’s breathing heavy with rage as I tell her that her grandson was an idiot, an idiot I gave a chance to walk away. “ El no lo tomo. Asi que yo lo mate.”  He threw it in my face, so I killed him. “ grito como una perra.” He screamed like a bitch, I say to her. That smile that was on her face, is gone, she’s on the verge of wanting to cave my head in.

“ hijo de puta lo mataste, por esa puta marde.” Translation : You mother fucker, you killed him, for that whore. “ el era todo para mi.” He was everything to me.

“ Who found him.” Abuelita just takes a large puff of her cigarette. “ That answers my question.”

The clown tosses the bloody screw driver on the table as I admit the truth. “  Lo veo en tus ojos “

The small one is coming up behind me quick, he wrap his forearm around my throat.“ What do you see in my eyes?” I ask as he tighten his grip.

“ murte es su mejor amigo.” Death is my best friend. I can hear Julian screaming for help, the people around her are laughing, cheering for blood. And the wolves are surrounding me, ready to end my life. “ I’m not scare of you” She forces her English out.

“ You should be.” I grab the short one’s arm and sink my teeth into it, he screams as I tear the flesh out of his arm, Abueltia and I both eye the screwdriver as I have my bite locked in like a pitbull, I release the moment we both aim for the weapon. I grab it faster than anyone in the room can react, for her age Abuelita still had some speed in her, she  came so close to it, her palm just smacks on the table. The next second I impale the screwdriver into her  palm. She screams bloody murder the moment it makes contact.

I turn my head around, spit blood into the eyes of the short one, might as well give him something to do, as I grab the antique plate in front of me and break it in half,  I use it to slice the short one’s throat, the plate is nice and sharp it cuts without fail, they just don’t make plates like this anymore.

One of his friends jumps over the table to tackle me, I  use momentum to toss him against the wall, the spill alone will take him a few seconds to recover. The clown runs to Abuelita trying to pull the screwdriver out of her, that thing is lodge in tight, she’ll be there for awhile.

The second attacker is ready to go twelve rounds with me. “ I’m going to fuck you up.” He’s got boxer written all over. If I had the time I would play around, but I don’t, the shiny fork on the table catches my eye. “ What you scared!”  Why use my first when I have a fork. He jabs, I take the fork and stab into his wrist. “ What the fuck?!” His eyes are in tears over the blood the gushed out of him, he can’t believe I used a fork as a weapon. Just enough time to strike at his windpipe. The other one is getting back up, I lean down grab his neck and snap it, he was a big milk drinker, bones always snap nicely when they take so much calcium.

“ Oh my god.” The clown is trying her hardest to pull the screwdriver out of Abuelita, she wants a weapon to defend herself.

I hover over them. And gently push the clown aside. “ Let me help you.” Abueltia is huffing and puffing as I wrap my fingers around the screwdriver. “ May I.” The clown nods her head. Abuelita is cursing me to hell. “ Go to your happy place.” I tell Abuelita, better safe than sorry. “ Ir a su  lugar feliz.” I hope I said that right. Oh well. One violent yank and the screwdriver comes out. Abueltia is grabbing her palm in pain. “ Now I believe you wanted this.” I ask the clown.

“ Ya.” She nods her head. Like I said before, she’s strong and tough when the animal is locked behind the cage, the moment it’s set free she craps her pants.

“ You can have it.” I strike the screwdriver at the base of skull. Her body jerks around, her mouth moves at fast pace, she’s trying to throw up any last words that were running through her head before the steel made contact with her brain, it’s kinda funny to watch, but after a few seconds the show is over and she falls to the floor.

“ You dead gringo.” Abuelita is screaming at me. But how is this my fault?

“ All you had to do was let things go, but you couldn’t. Now look what happened.”

“ Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.” Abueltia spits at me.

“ I can’t really stay here and chat, I have someone to save.” I pat her head.

“ We find you, we kill you.” She means it with all her soul.

“ I don’t like being threaten.” I grab her neck and give it one nice snap. If she see’s me in the afterlife, I’ll buy her the first drink.

The moment I gently rest her body on the table, there’s something on her wrist that catches my eye. It’s a tattoo, three S’s, Is that what I think it means. “ mother fucker” No time to dwell, Julian is still out there.

The music is blaring loud all you can hear is the joyful chants of the people, the moment you walk into the back yard, you see a group of seven men with their  erect penis out, all of the them jerking as hard as they can, as they watch the scare look in Julian eyes, her pants are pulled down, her wrist tied together, the other just chant and have their cellphones to record the whole event.

They never see me, but she does, her eyes are in tears. “ I’m here.” I mutter to her quietly. Two of the muscles guarding the event have their back to me, with their weapons tucked behind their pants, idiots copying trend. They don’t deserve to live. I grab their guns, put the cold steel behind their skull, they both pause thinking it’s a joke, they’ll never know what happens. A second later their heads explode outward as the bullet punches through their skull, everyone at the party freezes. The gang that’s about to rape Julian hold their penis tightly in fear. All eyes are on me.

“ Hola.” better safe than sorry. “ Number 5.” I smile at the men grasping their dicks.

“ What do you mean by that?” Number 5 speaks, right before I shoot his dick clean off. Everyone screams as they see his manhood lying on the floor next to him. “ WHY!” He topples to the floor crying.

Panic is the key to everything. The first thing to cross their mind “ RUN” And run they do, not before  bullets are raining down on them, the gang of rapist are the first one to go down, some are running but they never make it to freedom, the filmmakers jump the fence and leave with only soggy pants. I keep blasting away until the chambers run empty. In the end, the story is ten dead. Not a bad haul if I say so myself. I could have done better.

“ My dick, oh God, you shot my dick off!” Number five is screaming to the heavens. Something in his voice is pissing me off. “ Why, what did I do?” I walk over to him and stomp my foot into his skull, each time harder than the rest, all I want is for this fucker to stay quiet, I want him to know how it feels to be in pain, I want him to feel how my foot is cracking into his skull, I want death to be as painful as it can be.

“ STOP!” Julian voice snaps me out of the craze. My foot is knee deep into his skull. How many times did I cave my foot into him, ten, twelve? “ Stop for the love of God.” Her voice shakes with fear.

“ Are you ok?” I ask her with a smile. She just nods her head. “ Good. We need to get out of here.”

Bang Bang Blame Chapter 6








“ You get lost somewhere out there?” Julian is snapping her fingers at me, we’ve walked a good two blocks from the coffee shop and I stopped in the middle of a puddle, that was created by the hose of someone cleaning the sidewalks. I hate when this happens, I lose myself in the past. Not through thought, but  I can feel myself be pulled back to that moment, I can feel the air around me, I can smell everything, I can put myself back in my shoes as before, relive it step by step. It always happens in the wrong time though, It never happens when I want it to be. Fucking flashbacks.


“ You said a block.” That was the deal after all. “ We’re two blocks off.”


“ Well, you were all quiet and I thought I’d tag along for one more.” She flashes the sad puppy dog look, hoping we’ll this some wizard of Oz road trip, I’m no fucking scared lion, lacking courage. “ Come on, just one more block.” She has her freedom, and she doesn’t know what to do with it. She’s wrapped herself in abuse, that’s all she knows.


“ Where I’m going, what I plan to do, is somewhere you don’t belong.”


“ How do you know that, what makes you so sure?” She’s latched on to me. She thinks she loves me, but she doesn’t. I just saved her, set things right, that’s all.


“ Cause I know.” How I know. “ Julian, there’s nothing left. You free to live your life, no one is going to harm you.” Two black vans pop out of nowhere. Julian face panics the moment she see’s them. They turn on the headlights, blinding my vision. I can hear Julian mumbling “ Oh God, they found me.” I want to ask the who, but that’s answered the moment the doors slide open. Tattooed Mexican’s come out with baseball bats, my best guess friends of Ortiz, the same homies he said would have fun Julian. “ Can I help you gentlemen.” Politeness always help aid this type of situation.



“ You with this bitch.” One of the short members ask, he has to be about five-four. He’s not a carrying weapon.


“ She’s a friend of mine.” I smile nice and wide, I mean you no harm, that’s what you always have to project with hostile people.


“ I need you to come with us.” I count around fourteen in total. Not a wise move to start throwing punches.


“ I didn’t do anything!” Julian shouts at him. An older woman appears from the corner of the group, she’s slaps Julian at the back of her head. Dealing her own punishment on her.


“ You think we care you stupid hole, don’t ever speak!” This woman looks like a painted clown with drawn on eyebrows. She’s not shy in letting her fist do the talking, I want to step in, but any move on my part will set things off. Cooler heads need to prevail.


“ Get this guy in the car.” Three of his friends swarm on me, they shove me into one of the vans, with Julian going into another. The clown like woman is still slapping her around.


“ You guys mind me asking what the problem is?” They look at me like I’m speaking in a different language. Better be safe than sorry. “ cual es el problema aqui?”


“ We know English gringo.” The small one chuckles, he seems to be the leader of this group.


“ Where are you taking us?”


“ Where going to see abuelita.”  I guess where off to Grandma’s house. Fuck me, I’m not looking forward to this trip. There’s always a big bad wolf on the way.

Bang Bang Blame: Chapter 5

Two Years Ago


She’s dancing in the rain, her body sways to music, but there’s no music being played. It’s all in our head, but she can feel the rhythm flowing through her veins. It’s like she’s making love to me, without even touching me. I never felt this way. The only thing running through my mind is how this would be a perfect time to die, just hold this image and smile without even knowing the world around you has ended.

But it doesn’t end here. As much I want it to, it doesn’t. Something is waiting for us around the corner.
“ Beg boy, let me hear you beg!” I know the screams that come, I know how my soul is ripped apart. “ Let me hear you scream for this whores life!”

The music stops she falls into my arms and caress my face. “ This would be a perfect time to die, my love.”





She still sitting there, waiting for me to come back, losing herself in her book again. The moment I slide in the chair across from her, she puts the book down and wonders if I did what I promised. “ It’s night already.”

“ I’m aware of that. “ I say with a smile, as I slide her a gift wrapped present inside a nice burgundy cloth. “ I thought I’d get you something nice.”

She does a double take at my outfit. She see’s I’m out of my suit and into something more casual. “ Nice digs.”

“ Thank you, my old ones got ruined.” I gesture her to open her gift.

She does, her mouth drops as she finds the bloody screwdriver. Another person might scream, vomit, or run out of here looking to find the cops. She just bites down on the wave of emotions coursing through her body. “ Is that his.” She hisses out of breath, wanting to know if the blood is Ortiz.

“ It is.” A tear runs down her cheek, not of sadness but of joy.

“ Why?” She has to ask, she wants to know I did this for another reason. Anything else will do, but helping her out of sheer human kindness isn’t one. “ You want me to fuck you, you want to make me your dog.” This is all too much for her to bare.

“ I did this cause I saw someone who needed to be saved. I don’t need you to fuck me. I don’t need anything from you.” It’s the truth.

“ How did it happen?” She looks at me with those watery eyes.

“ I wanted to send him a message, but someone like him couldn’t be taught one, so I put him down.”

“ Did he suffer.” She plays with bloody screwdriver, finding some comfort in the truth.

“ Yes he did.”

“ Good.” She wraps my gift back and hides it in her pocket. “ So what now, we say our goodbyes, does the devil walk out of my life for good, never to be seen again.” And there she is back to the laughter.

“ I’m afraid so.” Her face hangs with disappointment. “ I was lost, but now I’m back on my path.”

“ Did I get you back on that path.” I nod my head. “ Wow. So, what are you looking for ?”

“ My soul.” She laughs her ass off.

“ Do I get to know your name, I swear it’ll stay between you and I.” She crosses her heart and hopes to die.

“ Names, they’re pointless.”

“ You asked for my name.” She points her finger at me.

“ Yeah, I kinda regret asking it in the first place.” She flips me the finger. “ Julian.” I Shake her hand one more time. We pause for a moment, lost in each others stare.

“ Don’t go.” She tells me.

“ I have to.” I pull away at get ready to take my leave.

“ At least let me walk you down the block.” Her face is begging for me to say yes. “ Please.”

“ Alright. Let’s go.”