Chapter Four #3
I look around us and it’s like I’m seeing the crowd for the first time.
Fritzi has positioned his body to where he’s hiding the gun from the view of others.
Groaning I put my gun away and continue to watch the race.
Frani is now ahead of the fucker but he’s on her tail like white on rice with an evil look in his eye.
If Fritzi didn’t stop me just a few seconds ago I could have squatted and shot the fucker dead in his eye, sending his bike spiraling out of control, making his body fall off his vehicle.
But then thinking about it that would have been too easy for him, I want him to regret messing with Frani before I watch the light leave those crazed eyes of his that he likes to pretend are demonic, judging by those tats he has.
See if those demons of his past would help him through my wrath!
He catches up to her and grabs her by the collar.
Frani not able to do much of anything due to her trying to stir her bike speeds up, causing the guy to rip her shirt.
She zooms past us as does the motherfucker.
He shouts something but he’s going so fast it’s hard to decipher what the fuck he said.
“Yeah this asshole is as good as dead when this race is over.” Fritzi sneers.
“Tell me about.” I agree.
I can’t say too much because I’m fucking fuming, I’m pissed as shit!
The race can’t end fast enough. They go around a few more laps, I didn’t know she was going more than one lap until now, and he doesn’t back down off her.
I squint my eyes as it begins to get darker due to the sun setting all the way.
I see his hand fly in the air and land a punch smack dab in her back.
Yeah, that’s it! Stepping out onto the track I stand in the middle of the two as they round the corner coming straight towards me.
I have a frown on my face as people from the crowd start shouting at me.
“Get out of the way!”
“Dude what are you doing!”
“Get that motherfucker off the track!”
“Buzz kill!”
I flip them off as Frani crosses the finish line first, winning the damn race. She stops in front of me and frantically takes her helmet off, breathing hard. I toss her the water bottle in my hand from earlier and walk straight to the bald fucker. Fritzi hot on my heels.
“You fucking bitch, you cheated!” he shouts at Frani.
I walk up to him and get all up in his face, our noses brushing against one another as I glare at him.
“You got a problem, pretty boy?” he asks, pressing his forehead against mine in a challenging way.
“You bet your fucking ass I do!” I growl.
He pushes me—or attempts to—but I don’t budge. The only thing that moves is my anger and it’s nowhere near a positive space.
“You could have killed her!” I shout.
“Like I give a fuck, females shouldn’t be racing, they shouldn’t even have a bike to ride.” He snares in my face.
“Well, I have a bike and I just raced and won, what the fuck you going to do about it?” Frani said.
“Bitch you didn’t win, you cheated!” he moves away from me and gets in Frani’s face.
She turns to stone and I see in her eyes that she’s not fucking backing down and her dark angel is about to arise out of her. Fritzi and I step back a few paces and let her handle her own, after all we’re here if need be.
“I may be a lot of things, a bitch being one, but I can guarantee you that you don’t want to meet this bitch.” Frani challenges.
The fuckers nostrils flair as his breathing becomes harsher and harsher. Jump motherfucka jump, I double dare you!
“What, am I supposed to back down with that retort?” he asks.
“The ball is in your court, just make sure you know how to handle it like the man you claim to be, which if I’m being honest no man has ever handled it, or at least a man who thinks he’s one when he’s really a baby boy, like you.”
His fists fly and he socks her in the face.
She staggers back a little before smirking with challenge in her eyes.
She walks back up to him and punches him square in the face.
He stumbles back and Frani doesn’t give him room to breathe.
She’s on him punch after punch after punch.
He falls to the ground on his back, Frani gets on top of him, her knee greeting his dick and balls as she balances most of her weight on that one knee. He groans in pain.
“Hello, I’m the Bitch, nice to meet you!” she shouts before socking him in the eye.
She then uses her nails to claw his eyes, blood oozes from his sockets.
He growls and howls in pain, trying his best to get her off him.
I’m so caught up in what these two are doing that I don’t realize that the motherfuckers friends show up.
To add to that the crowd is in awe and recording the fight and placing bets between one another.
Fritzi and I step forward when his friends approach closer to Frani and their friend.
“Hey fellas is there a problem?” Fritzi asks, smiling brightly.
“Get the hell out of our way and mind your damn business!” one snarls.
He wears a black beanie and has piercings on his eyebrows. While the second one wears a shredded tank top and the third one wears a lip ring and ugly earrings with devil horns.
“Our business is whatever we make it, and I suggest you leave the scene before you get caught up in something you won’t like.” I state.
In the background I can still hear Frani and the other guy fighting behind us. Suddenly flood lights come on and it takes almost everyone by surprise. Not Fritzi and I though.
“Leave!” Fritzi shouts.
The guy in the tank top swings at Fritzi but he dodges it.
The one with the ugly piercings lunges for me.
I stoop down lower and tackle him at the same time he lunges for me.
We fall to the ground, him landing with an “umph”.
I let my anger out and punch the guy wherever I can.
Face, chest, stomach, side of the head, etc.
He gets a few punches in as well, but I hardly feel them.
He flips us around and punches me in the face multiple times until I catch his fists and squeeze it.
He growls in pain before it morphs into a pained shout as I feel his bones crack beneath my palms. I feel blood run from my busted lip, and I lick it, tasting it.
Now under my power I rise up with his fist still in my hand, I kick him in the stomach before the head.
If I didn’t have his fist in my grasp he would have flown to the side.
“Is it my business now?” I taunt.
I squat and get in his face and it looks like he’s about to start crying—no not about to, he is. I watch the tears fall down his face.
“What, can’t handle the flames?” I ask, smirking.
With his free hand he reaches for his other hand but I smack it away.
“The police are coming, run!” someone shouts.
I don’t budge. I politely twist the guys arm, breaking it before spinning around and knocking him out with the back of my heel.
I turn to Fritzi who also knocked out his opponent by knocking him in the head with the butt of a gun.
Frani just stands over the guy she raced, looking at his battered body that lies still on the ground.
If the question wouldn’t hurt I’d ask if he was dead but I can’t find it in me to fucking care.
Soon I see red and blue flashing lights and I curse. Dad is going to be pissed.
But he’d understand, right? He always does...
***
About two hours later a cop is taking cuffs off my wrists as the chief of police, Chief Caleb, talks with Dad. I smirk as I see Fritzi exit his cell, a police officer freeing his wrists of the cuffs.
“Boys!” Chief Caleb calls.
“You look like shit.” I remark as Fritzi and I make our way to the front of the station.
“Fuck off, so do you.” He says as pushes me.
“No horseplaying, walk!” one of the officers demand.
Fucking bastard. When we get to the front I see Frani standing by Dad’s side.
She looks no better than us, but out of all of us she looks the worse, and I’ll tell you one thing.
.. the woman won the damn fight. When we were arrested the fucking bastards were taken to the hospital and I smiled in the back of the police car as the ambulances took them away.
Serves them right, we could’ve had a peaceful evening if they weren’t so fucking cocky and fucked in the head.
Frani runs to us when she sees us and hugs us.
“Ah, shit don’t squeeze me too hard the bastard I was fighting clocked me good in the ribs.” Fritzi says.
“Sorry, I’m just happy to see you guys.” She says.
I hug her back and kiss her forehead.
“I’m happy you won the fight.” I whisper in her ear.
She smirks up at me before saying,
“You knew I was.”
“Damn straight.” I smile, ruffling her hair.
“And you boys.” Chief Caleb says, looking directly at us. “Stay out of trouble, you guys are lucky those boys you fought are alive otherwise you’d be locked up for murder.”
I want to roll my eyes so bad, but I refrain, showing my age.
“We understand, sir.” I say.
Chief Caleb nods and Dad gestures for us to follow him out the police station but before we exit Chief Caleb calls for our attention again,
“Oh, here’s your guns, since neither one of you used any bullets I’ll return them to you but don’t let me catch you again with them, otherwise I won’t be so generous.” He says, placing a trey on the counter with our guns. “Am I understood?”
“Yes sir.” We all say before taking our guns and putting them away.
“What the hell were you three thinking?” Dad asks as soon as we’re outside. “Again you guys are lucky I had enough money from the club to bail you guys out otherwise you’d been staying a couple nights here in your jail cells.”
“It’s not our fault.” Fritzi argues. “Three men were trying to fight Frani all because one guy is a sore loser.”
Dads eyes advert to Frani.
“What?” he asks.
She nods. “I was racing one and he was trying to wreck me, then got all up in Wraith’s and I’s face so I fought him.”
Dad pulls Frani in for a tight hug. “You sent him to the hospital so I know you won, I’ve taught you well.”
Frani giggles a little.
“You sure did.”
“But this can’t happen again.” Dad said, letting go of Frani. “Not with Valentino on our backs, the last thing we need is the put the police on our backs with him.”
“Valentino is nowhere to be found as of yet.” I state.
“I know but he still has connections and he’s using those connections to target me and my family like he did tonight.”
I feel my spine go ramrod straight as I comprehend what Dad just said.
“Like he did tonight?” I ask.
“Yeah, one of his men set your fathers bike on fire.” He points at Fritzi as he speaks.
“What?” Fritzi asks. “Is he alright, my father.”
“Yeah, physically, but mentally he’s ready to break some shit.” Dad replies.
“How do you know it was Valentino?” Frani asks.
“Because the asshat left Valentino’s mark.” Dad states.
“He has a mark now?” I ask.
“Apparently.” Dad replies with a shrug. “But I don’t plan to retaliate so fast, I’ll let him hit me to where he thinks I’m on the verge of breaking and then I’ll strike.”
Anger fills my veins as I listen to Dad.
I want to know where this fucker is hiding so I can go to him and kill him with my bare hands.
No one messes with my family, let alone my family’s life and gets away with it.
I may not fully understand the beef between Dad and Valentino but I know this fucker needs to be dealt with and fast. I just hope Dads plan is worth it and it works.