Violent Tendencies

Zander

I have Darius and Santos with me for the drop, the three of us having been summoned by my piece of shit father. He's never liked Blaze and I always get a thrill of satisfaction when he cringes at his scar.

Blaze is home babysitting our newest obsession. Selene is highly unpredictable and I can't have her seducing her way into things, so that leaves Blaze who is unaffected by her charms to keep her occupied.

Tonight the shipment is coming by Mack himself and this only ever happens when he has something special aboard. Special as in kids. That's right, kids, young too, like ages ranging from five to sixteen. Those shipments are my father's favourite since he gets a large price tag for them.

"I fucking hate doing this." Darius kicks at a stone at his feet.

"I need to see how many are on this shipment," I explain. "We have to figure out how to get them out of here in three days."

My father has an export container docking in three days to send his shipment overseas into Morocco.

"Yeah," Darius scrubs his hand down his face. "I know."

Santos wets up the spliff in his hand and sparks the end, the cloying scent of marijuana attacking our sense of smell. It's a must for us to get a little stoned for these drop offs. It helps us pack away the emotions and just gather the information needed to help the helpless.

We pass the spliff between us until there's nothing left and Santos crushes it under his boot. The sun has long since gone down and the moon illuminates the trees and bushes lining this estate's driveway. When my mother was killed, or like my father likes to say, had a terrible accident, I barely stayed in this house. Her angry spirit haunts the place and my fucking nightmares.

"He's here," Santos says quietly.

We all turn our heads and watch as an eighteen-wheeler pulls into the driveway carrying a large cargo container behind it. It slowly moves up the driveway as Santos and Darius move to my flanks. I need to get this shit done and get the fuck back home to a pussy I am now addicted to. Oh, and an asshole too apparently.

We watch as Mack parks and hops down from the driver’s seat. He’s a fat cunt and I cringe as I watch his knees take the fucking impact of his obesity.

“Boys!” His rough voice calls out, the fucker smokes two packs of cigarettes a day and he fucking sounds like it. “I have the goods tonight!”

His hands rub together and I fist mine at my sides. I want to smash my knuckles into his fat, ruddy face and watch as he spits out teeth from the force.

“Let’s get it done,” Darius calls out. “I got a juicy cunt waiting for me at home.”

“Hold your horses.” Mack comes to stand in front of us and it’s at that moment I hear a low cry of a child inside the container.

My teeth crack from grinding them so fucking hard.

“Hear that?” Mack grins, his front teeth brown and his bottom teeth missing. “Those children are pristine, I haven’t even had my way with any of them.”

“Let’s get it done,” Santos growls, repeating Darius’ sentiment all while flipping his knife in his hand.

Mack, like the stupid fucking idiot he is, doesn’t heed his warning and throws his head back with a cackle.

“I remember being young like you boys. Life was grand, me and my boys would run the town, and fuck every girl.” His fat pink tongue dabs at his bottom lip. “Oh man, those were the days.”

I bet he raped all the girls because I can’t imagine anyone wanting this piece of shit. I pull out the pieces of rolled up papers from my inside jacket pocket and read over the details.

“Twenty-four women, six young men, five young boys, and seven young girls, correct?” I ask him.

“Nice haul, huh?” He chuckles.

“What a thing to be proud of.” I make sure the sarcasm is heavy in my voice.

“Listen kid,” he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a pack of smokes. “This will be your company when your father is done, you better start to enjoy, and enjoy the money that comes with it.”

I watch as his short stubby fingers places a cigarette between those swollen bluish-red lips and lights the tip. His first inhale takes in a quarter of the smoke and he exhales directly into my face. My first instinct is to reach forward, but luckily Darius throws his arm across my chest.

“Easy, Bro,” his voice is low. “Now’s not the time.”

He’s right, we need to get this done because the hit my father has out on us could be anywhere and us being out in the open for too long could cost us our fucking lives. My father wouldn’t have the Diablos anywhere near his shipment but that doesn’t mean they aren’t waiting for when we’re finished here.