Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 20:20:47 GMT -5
The wind blew through the air causing Nathaniel's hair to fly around. His eyes were squinted as he stood there in a standoff. Across from him was Jesus Rivera. Local big shit, full time idiot. Jesus ran a crew of bangers that had somehow survived the chaos of the world. Their lives nothing but ashes it made their crew band together tighter. Watch each other's back. Jesus wanted more control over the streets of Georgia. Mr. Blick wanted Jesus to have less control. Significantly less control. These bangers had become a problem for Nathaniel and his group of slavers. The bangers liked killing anyone who stepped on their turf. It was kind of hard to ensnare slaves for their trade if they were dead. Human life still had value. Even stupid pieces of shit like Jesus. They could be put to work. Nathaniel said nothing. He simply stood there. He reached up and straightened his tie, he checked his watch and sighed.
Jesus: What's is going to be amigo? We're tired of you puto madres fucking shit up for us. We control everything west of Washington street comprende? You tell your little pussy friends that Jesus is in charge.
Nathaniel looked behind him over his shoulder. Maggie was standing there as always. The sun bearing down her delicate skin. He closed his eyes and imagined all the ways he was going to hurt her later. The carnage that would ravage her body in a symphony of pain and pleasure. Nathaniel slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants and stared not at Jesus, but the man behind him to his left. Nathaniel nodded. Jesus smiled thinking that Nathaniel was agreeing to have his people back down. What he was really doing was giving "Lil Diablo" a signal that it was time. There were several slavers behind Nathaniel ready to act if things turned violent. They wouldn't. Nathaniel had only agreed to this meeting for one reason. To have an audience for the change in leadership. He had already made his deal. A deal with Hector Corozco AKA Lil Diablo. When Nathaniel nodded Hector stepped up and put a gun to Jesus's head.
Jesus: What the fuck you doin essay?
Hector: Shut the fuck up Jesus! You ain't in charge of shit no more.
Hector shoved Jesus down on his stomach still pointing the gun at his head. Nathaniel emerged from his pocket with a bomb collar in his hand. He sighed again as if he was bored, as if this was so easy for him to manipulate and control. He couched down and put the collar around Jesus's neck. It went live. Started beeping.
Jesus: Ey! What the fuck is that?
Nathaniel: Listen here Jesus! This..... Is a bomb collar. You just became out new pet. If your a good boy, you get food in your dish and water in your dog bowl.... If your a bad boy....... Well.... I press this fucking button and your head goes sky high. *Nathaniel pulled out a remote to show him how easy it would be to press a simple button and waved it in Jesus's face.*
Jesus: You're fucking crazy man!
Nathaniel snapped his fingers and a few of his guys came over to retrieve the newest slave they had acquired. Hector Corozco called off his guys.
Hector: Be cool be cool.
The men dragged Jesus away and the leader of the "Lil saints" gang was carried off into slavery. They threw him in the trunk of a car parked near by and bashed his head with the but of a rifle. Nathaniel stood up and dusted off his jacket. He held out his hand to shake with Hector a deal made with the devil.
Nathaniel: Your crew doesn't step foot past Jefferson Harbor, any trespassers are subject to be shanghaied into slavery.
Hector: Nate man, that's cool and all but what about Washington street. Man there's a lot of shops there we got a big crew. Many supplies there untouched because of all the face biters. *Hector leaned in and whispered to Nathaniel.* Come on man I just sold out my crew for a deal I gotta look like I can get shit done or these guys gonna fucking kill me.
Nathaniel: Not my problem Hector. Shake my hand.
Nathaniel watched the look of betrayal cross Hector's face and he pulled his P12 pistol and shot him point blank in the head. Blood splashed on his favorite suit which pissed him off, but he looked down on the body with disgust. He hated someone who renigged on a deal. The Lil Saints raised their guns but the slavers were quicker to the draw.
Nathaniel: I'd put those down. You bangers aren't known for your great aim. Spray and prey is all you guys know. Now.... In light of these unfortunate events we're going to need someone to run the saints, make sure I don't have to remind you of your places. You! *Nathaniel pointed at the stupidest looking guy there and smiled.* You're in charge of the saints now. Anyone got a problem with that? ............ Silence.
Nathaniel: Good. What's your name?
Tino: Tino.
Nathaniel: Well, Tino. I want to meet you here in one week. Discuss how much supplies you guys owe us for this little rebellion you tried to stage. Try not to get yourself killed before then. Maggie let's go.
Nathaniel turned his back on the bangers. He knew they didn't dare shoot him. He grabbed Maggie roughly by the arm and shoved her ahead of him. He was angry. He got blood on his suit. Someone was going to pay for it and it was going to be Maggie. He often took out his frustrations on her. She was his after all. She belong to him. And there was nothing she could do about it.