Page 24 of Miguel
The man writhed on the ground, disoriented for a few seconds. He turned this way and that before his fearful eyes finally looked up at the Los Diablos president.
I was sure that was a thing of nightmares for ‘normal’ people. To wake up and find a heavily tattooed man with a psychotic smile staring down at you.
“Don Ramón!” Loco joked. “Nice of you to finally fucking join us.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Ramón screamed, trying to appear brave, though I could see the sweat glistening against his body even in the dark. His fearful gaze jolted around the massive room, looking from hermano to hermano. Loco, Chema, Mayan, Ángel, and finally… they settled on me.
I smiled and Loco moved away so I could take center stage.
We hadn’t bothered wearing masks. What did it matter when I wanted this motherfucker to know exactly who the fuck I was? So that when he closed his eyes and the nightmares took over, it would be me he saw, me he remembered, so that he’d never fucking cross me again.
“Hola motherfucker.” I bent low, slapping my palm against his sweaty cheek. “Remember me?”
“Wha–I don’t understand.”
I tilted my head slightly to the side. “You don’t? Come on. Think very hard on why you could possibly be in this situation.”
I wasn’t one to play with Diablos victims. I left that to Loco. Let him torture and maim until it got out of his system. Tonight, it was my turn to take a ride on the wild side.
I never knew how thrilling it could be.
Ramón scrambled backwards, putting distance between us. I let him go. Let him have a semblance of control and safety, though the truth that we all knew was that he had none. This was our fucking turf. Even if he got up and ran, we would catch him. There was nowhere he could hide that we wouldn’t find him.
“Is this about today?” he demanded. I was surprised he had indignation in his voice, that same snooty anger he had when he stared me down in front of my woman and my kid. “Is this about that slut–”
“Oh, that’s a death sentence, cabrón,” Loco cackled. “Wouldn’t go around insulting a biker’s lady love if I were you.”
Ramón huffed. “Fraternizing is against the rules. I’m calling that woman like I see her.”
My blood boiled to proportions I didn’t think were possible. I tried to center myself, calm my breathing, but something feral awoke inside me. A tiger clawing at the earth and ready to fucking pounce.
“You really going to sit in front of me and call my woman a slut when you want to fuck her?”
He blanched at the venom in my words. “Wh–that’s–I–”
“That’s why you warned me away from her, right?” I took a step towards him, enjoying the sight of him scrambling backwards like a little bitch. “Not because you follow the rules of the school board, but because you’re hoping she’ll say yes to fucking you?”
His silence was answer enough for me.
The beast pounced. It took over my body, something I’d never experienced. Something in my brain clicked, an anger roared, and I lashed out. I sent my leg flying straight for his dick, hitting him so hard with the toe of my fucking boot that I could hear his balls pop.
He let out a scream that echoed through the factory and cradled his package in his hands. He screamed and cried, writhing against the ground. The sound was of a fucking broken man.
“Can’t fuck my woman if you don’t have a working dick, hijo de puta.”
His tears stained the dirty floors.
Pathetic piece of shit.
“Damn, Migue.” Loco cackled. “I bet his ancestors felt that shit.”
My hermanos winced and cradled their own dicks, staring at me like I’d lost my head.
I had.
This was how crazy my woman fucking made me.
It was freeing.
