Chapter 6

A Chapter by Judas Hammer

Trouble happened back at the Tattoo Parlor. Daruis life took a twist.....

Chapter 6

Daruis stepped on to the dark dank harbor streets. His pace was quick with determination. A Gray Crown Royal passed by quickly. He walked a few blocks and then glanced across the street at the two detectives sat in the gray unmarked car, drinking coffee. The detectives waved over wiggling their fingers in his direction. Daruis ignored them and came to the front of his shop. He peeked inside watching Mikal and Cyrus chatting in the empty parlor.

Daruis entered and headed toward the back. Cyrus yelled out to him as he passed by,

“Where the hell are you going man?”

“I'm going to take a power nap.”

Mikal laughed,

“Don't you mean powder nap?”

Daruis shot him a stern look. Mikal put his hands in the air,

“What bruh? I was playing around man. I was playing. Your so sensitive.”

He doesn’t say a word but opened the door and slammed it. Mikal beamed in his direction by way of Cyrus,

“Dude that was so un-cool. You’re an a*****e sometimes. You don't hear him teasing your Neo Nazi a*s. He never broke your balls for doing five years for breaking in your girlfriend house, beating her and pistol whipping your friend Josh Gonzales.”

“That dude Josh deserved what he got and we ain't friends. I'm glad he got caught cheating on the test. That's what he is a cheater. Always will be. Look I'm sorry I was just playing, a little f*****g joke.”

Cyrus walked over to his station and cleaned up his equipment,

“You play to mucking much Mik! You play to f*****g much.”

Daruis rested in the same bed where all the dreams have taken place. The door flung open and the hooded figure stepped into the room and he propped himself up again,

“What the f**k! Who are you what do you want?”

The hooded figure said nothing. It floated toward him and stopped inches from his face. Daruis began to cry,

“What! What do you want? Please let me sleep. Please let me sleep.”

The hood came down slowly and bright light shot out from the opening. The whole outfit fell to reveal the body of an Angel. The Angel was beautiful and white with a bright gleaming smile. The face of the angel suddenly contorted and became deformed and evil. Fangs grow from the Angels mouth as it threw itself at Daruis, who screamed in horror.

“Nooooooo.”

Daruis woke drenched and crying. He hopped off the cot and toward the second line of cocaine laying on the small glass table. He snorted then covered his face with two sweaty hands.

“Why God, why will you not let me sleep. Please all I want is one night of sleep.”

A knock startled him.

“What, what? Who is it?

Cyrus voice can be heard on the other side of the door.

“Yo Dar you better come out here man. We have visitors.”

Daruis stepped into the parlor punched drunk. In front of him: his brother Cyrus and three gang members from Rancho San Pedro. Miguelito a tall, muscular, bald head Latino man wearing a white T-shirt, long white socks to his knees and long black shorts. Lil' Diablo: short, stocky and bald Latino, also wearing the same outfit as his brother in mayhem. Muerto an average height, skinny, Latino man, who wore jeans and wife beater, which expose the many Jail House tattoos on his upper torso. Daruis scanned the room

“Where is Mikal?”

“Went home to the wife and kids.”

The gang members laughed.

Lil Diabo yelled aloud,

“The white Nazi mutherfucker? Oh no we gave him a nice a*s beating before we got here.”

Muerto chimed nonchalantly,

“Pice' white boy. He won't be doing Tat's for awhile with a broken a*s hand.”

Daruis stared at the gang member, his gut filled with frustration.

“Come on man. Why did you do that man? He was a wife and a new born.”

Lil Diablo massaged the Desert Eagle in his waistband,

“F**k that! Tell him to keep his little Aryan looks to himself. I remember that b***h from Chino. He ain't popping s**t no more. We on the outside now, so his little Hitlerettes can protect him out here.”

Daruis jumped in his face,

“F**k that! What would Frog say! What would Frog say Miguelito.”

The room grew quiet as the three Mexican RSP members glanced somberly at Daruis.

“What! What the f**k happen to Frog?”

Miguelito stepped forward and put his hand on Daruis shoulder,

“My brother Frog is dead.”

Daruis had wide-eyed and a wide mouth expression. He walked over and sat down in one of the chairs.

“Was that who the funeral was for the other day?”

Migelito shook his head yes,

“Si. He was shot on Center by those fuckers from WEMAS. Drive by wit a shootgun. He had no chance. He was out buying milk for the kids. So right now everything below Pacific is a military zone.”

Lil Diablo removed the gun from his pants,

“It's war with those mutherfuckers. Got beef with the Rolling Twenties from Long Beach. Even got Bloods from Carson and Compton coming down here.

Miguelito added his two cents,

“It's nothing personal. I'm here to collect on your debts for all the Snow you been buying on credit. It's business.”

Daruis protested,

“That was a personal deal between me and Frog. I knew your brother since Auto Shop at Perdo. What do you think all those tattoos where free?”

Miguelito interrupted,

“Sorry Dar. I'm picking up all my brother debts man. Today is tax day. I'm like the IRS. I have to come to get what's mine.”

Daruis smacked Miguelito’s hand from his shoulder,

“This is bullshit. I don't even have that kind of cash on me. I remember when Frog used to bring your little snot nose in here.”

Miguelito shook his head,

“Those days are over. There is a new guy in town. I'll tell you what. Let us open up shop in here and we will work it toward you debt.”

Cyrus stepped forward,

“No f*****g way! Dar no way man!”

Daruis jumped out of the chair and stood in front of his brother.

“That can't happen.”

Miguelito frowned, “Why not?”

He became irritated and rubbed his skinny face.

“It's to hot. The cops are sweating me.”

The gang members stare on, shocked. Lil’ Diablo inquired more thoroughly,

“What the f**k do they want?”

Miguelito shoved him aggressively,

“Diablo, shut up. What the f**k do they want Daruis?”

“They are sweating me over those killings.” He responded

Muerto scanned the room quickly, with cautious eyes,

“Yeah that sounds like some crazy white boy s**t.”

Miguelito laughed directly at Daruis disrespectfully,

“You a killer Daruis? You ain't no killer they need to come ask me. I'll tell them you’re a straight white b***h.”

Daruis snapped back,

“Listen f**k you! You’re not selling from my store. All the tattoo including the ones on you and your crew came from here. We are even! Now get the f**k out!”

Miguelito's face contorted with an insane grin. He pulled a revolver from his waistband and stuck it to Daruis forehead. His voice quickly lowered and calmed,

“Okay man. Just get the gun out of my forehead dude.”

The other two gang members drew down on Daruis and Cyrus.

“Whoa what the f**k!” Said Cyrus extending his arms.

Miguelito put his lips to Daruis ear,

“You think I'm f*****g soft! You think you can f**k with me. Make me look bad. I have to make an example now.

Miguelito turned toward Cyrus then back to a shaking Daruis,

“Have you ever lost a loved one?”

Daruis glanced over at his brother and begged,

“Come on. No leave him out of this man. He's just a kid man. Look set up shop. Take what ever you want.”

Miquelito laughed,

“You had your chance. It's all about principle now. All about respect and making a name. You didn't know but Frog was a ruthless mutherfucker. He just liked you so he never showed that side. I seen Frog cut people throats over nickel bags. That's why he ran Rancho for so long.”

“Come on! Don't do this please Mike.” Daruis begged.

The gang pistol whipped Cyrus with the buts of their gun. Daruis tried to struggle toward him but was punched in the face by Miguelito. He fell to the ground.

“Take him to the back and do him!”

The other men lifted a beaten Cyrus and took him to the back room. They shut the door. Daruis eyes watered.

“Mike don't kill my brother man.”

Miguelito made no eye contact with Daruis but spoke in a chilling tone,

“Sorry it's business.”

Three short loud pops were heard from the back room as Lil' Diablo exited with blood splattered on his clothing. Muerto laughed as Diablo is wiped himself.

“I told this fool to stand back cause he would get blood all over.”

“Oh s**t! That guys was a bleeder.”

Miguelito laughed along,

“Like the f*****g Nazi.”

Daruis looked up horrified. Miguelito noticed his expression,

“Yeah we didn't beat up that f*****g white boy. Muerto put two in his head.”

“We watched that mutherfucker shake and bleed for twenty minute.” Muerta said joyfully.

Miguelito smiled at Daruis,

“Now back to business. This is going to be our new store and hang out. You are going to give us half of what you make. Free tattoo for all the Homies and our b*****s.

Daruis stood to his feet and faced Miguelito,

“F**k you! You have to kill me first.”

Miguelito laughed and motioned to the other two,

“Well that was plan two. Well really plan one. Gentlemen get this p***y and throw him in the truck. We are going to kill you slow.”

The last thing Daruis saw was the butt of a large gun,