Daddy's Little Girl

Puto - 14

Reginald‘s P.O.V 

We take the boy back to the lab building we were in earlier for questioning. Lord knows what his people are doing to Kathryne and David right now. 

“Those men you were with, we need to know where they went.” I tell him. 

“I ain't telling you nothing.” He spits back at me.  

“Jesus, man. What the hell happened back there?” Tre asks aloud. 

“I told you! This little turd and his douche bag friends came out of nowhere and jumped me!” Deacon yells in the boys face.  

“Man you're the one who jumped me, puto, screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault.” The kid yells back at Deacon. 

“They took Kathryne and David! Could have taken Earle too.” Deacon claims, pacing around the room. 

“Earle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Earle.” The kid laughs, firing Deacon up. He comes from behind me and tries attacking the boy. I grab him and hold him back.  

“Damn it, Deacon. Back off!” Deacon walks away, then comes back and goes through David’s bag.   

“Want to see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?” He asks pulling out Earle’s hand. Good Lord, what’s he doing? He takes it out and throws it down on the kid's lap, he freaks out knocks it off him and fall out of his chair. Deacon grabs hold of the kid’s neck. “I’ll start with the feet this time.” He says, causing me to go and pull him off the kid. 

“The men you were with took our friends. All we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out.” I say trying to get some answers out of him without Deacon trying to scare the living crap outta him. After about 30 minutes of playing hardball we finally get something out of him. He explains where his people reside and it’s all the way on the opposite side of the city. Easier for them seeing they have a car and all, it’ll take us hours on foot. We make our way through neuromas abandon buildings with Deacon and the kid bickering nonstop the whole way. We find ourselves in front of an old building with no windows and big steel doors at the entrance and no one in sight, yet I can’t shake the feeling of someone watching us, somewhere. We double back and hide in a rough patch. 

“You sure you're up for this?” I ask Tre.   

“Yeah.” 

“Okay.” I say loading my shot-gun and looking at Deacon who still looks pissed off. I would be too if someone beat me up and took my kid. Tre finishes loading his gun and walks away with the bag. 

“One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass. Just so you know.” Deacon threatens.  

“G's gonna take that arrow out of my ass and shove it up yours. Just so you know.” The smart-mouth kid replies.  

“G?” I ask.  

“Guillermo. He's the man here.” The kid answers. 

“Okay then,” I say resting my shot-gun in its holster. “Let's go see Guillermo.” I say as we head out and walk towards the main doors with Deacon and the kid right behind me. I push the kid in front as we begin to walk closer and closer to the building. I have no clue what’s gonna happen, what I’m hoping for is that we give them back the boy and we get back Kathryne and David. What I’m not hoping for is an all-out war over three people and a little miss understanding, because after this we still have to find Earle. s**t! I forgot about that bastard! I think to myself as we stop right in front of the building. The door loudly creaks open, revelling six men behind it, one of them steps forward and begins speaking to us.  

“You okay, little man?” He asks the boy. 

“They're gonna cut off my feet, carnal.” The kid tells him. 

“Cops do that?” He asks looking at me.  

“Not him. This redneck puto here.” He says gesturing to Deacon. “He cut off some dude's hand, man. He showed it to me.” 

“Shut up.” Deacon says to him.  

“Hey, that's that Vato right there, homes. He shot me in the ass with an arrow.” The same man from the alley says walking out of the building with a gun in his hand pointing it at Deacon.  

“What's up, homes, huh? Chill, ese, chill.” The man who I’m assuming is Guillermo says. 

“This true? He wants Miguelito's feet? That's pretty sick, man.” He says looking at me. 

“We were hoping more for a calm discussion.” I say. 

“That hillbilly jumps Felipe's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet, Felipe gets an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion? You fascinate me.” He says getting a little worked up. 

“Heat of the moment. Mistakes were made, on both sides.” I say calmly. 

“Who's that dude to you anyway? You don't look related.” He asks. 

“He's one of our group, more or less. I'm sure you have a few like him.” I say gesturing to inside the building. 

“You got my brother in there?” Deacon asks.  

“Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys. But I've got a pretty little white girl and an Asian. You interested?” He asks, getting on my nerves a little.  

“I have one of yours, you have two of mine. I say we trade.” I say. 

“Don't sound even to me.” He says. 

“G. Come on, man.” The kid, Miguelito says.  

“My people got attacked. Where's the compensation for their pain and suffering? More to the point, where's my bag of guns?” He questions in a demanding tone. Your guns? No sir, You fascinate Me. I don’t think you’re the Sheriff, ‘cause that’s what it says on the bag.   

“Guns?” I ask the obvious question.  

“The bag Miguel saw in the street. The bag Felipe and Jorge were going back to get. That bag of guns.” Guillermo says. 

“You're mistaken.” I tell him. 

“I don't think so.” He says 

“About it being yours.” I correct him. “It's my bag of guns.” 

“The bag was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I'm supposed to take your word? What's to stop my people from unloading on you right here and now and I take what's mine?” He asks as the men around them load their guns and aim it at Deacon and I.  

“You could do that. Or not.” I tell him tightening my grip around my gun and look up at Tre. 

“Oye.” He calls looking up at the top of the building, two men come out holding two other people with bags over their head, they pull the bags off reviling Kathryne and David with tape over their mouths. 

“I see two options. You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood.” He says. I stay quiet as he and his men walk back inside the building and close the doors as David and Kathryne are dragged back to God knows where.