It hadn't taken long for Esmerelda "Easy" Mateo to eliminate the Dead Man's Hand biker gang after they were involved in the kidnapping of her daughter Isabella. The over the course of a month and a half the bikers were wiped from the face of the earth. Many had suffered fates gruesome enough that Mateo's drug empire had earned a reputation for vicious cruelty. The Mexican cartels had targeted Mateo's family and Esmerelda had struck back hard enough that no one local would ever think to cross the Brazilians again.
Both her nephews were currently out of prison and the two had delighted in the opportunity to expand their reputations for the misery they could inflict on those that crossed them. Benny "The Blade" would frequently use knives to torture his victims while taunting what his brother Donny "The Dick" would be doing to whatever female their enemies held dear. The results of sexual and violent torment on not only the bikers but their families as well convinced the state underworld element that The Mateo Family was not to be trifled with.
The Mexican cartel was going to have to look elsewhere for lackeys. Just over the Texas border in Brownsville, a gang of Texano youth had been providing muscle for Dirty Sanchez the head of operations on the Gulf coast for the cartels. He had been wronged by a lowly bail enforcement agent in Florida recently. Ordinarily, he would have quickly killed anyone in law enforcement who wasn't actually a cop without hesitation but this young bounty hunter showed a ton of potential. He had shown a remarkable cunning in finding and rescuing a powerful hostage he had taken. Sanchez was sure with the right motivation this bounty hunter could be useful to him as well
Many people in Sanchez's position might have tried talking to Julio "Julie" Duran and try and feel him out to see if the man could be turned. Sanchez was not that type of man. He would go all in. He negotiated from a position of power or not at all. The senior members of the street gang he used for muscle were eager to score points with the cartel boss and earn a reputation inside the cartel. this would be the perfect opportunity.
Unfortunately for Sanchez, while the street gang was loyal and eager to please the depth chart on their talent roster wasn't that deep. There were only less than a handful of gang bangers in the crew that were capable of much more than providing dumb muscle for his organization. Sure the gang was great at guard work and escort jobs. They were perfect for enforcing the cartel's will on the street but interstate kidnapping was another level.
Even though the elite team of gangsters had failed in their first attempt to snatch Julio Duran off the streets Sanchez felt Julio's wife and daughter would be easy enough for his second-tier group of bangers to retrieve from her house. The fact that the B-team had been tasked with kidnapping a woman and child had not gone over well with the group. The trio was quite resentful that they hadn't been put on Julio.
Spyder was the brains of the trio. He knew that to move up in the cartel one needed to make smart decisions but also couldn't hesitate to be ruthless when the need arose. Most of all to get ahead you needed to recognize an opportunity to step up and take it. He who hesitates loses. He wasn't as big as either of his compatriots but was physically quite capable. He wasn't bad with his fists but it didn't really matter much anyway because he was past fistfights at his level if you crossed him he would try and kill you. He dressed like the typical Mexican American gang banger with baggy jeans and a plaid flannel shirt. He kept his head shaved but couldn't grow a full enough mustache to complete the look so instead he had a thin pencil line above his upper lip.
Oso and Tiburon were large cousins who had been prominent members of the Port Isabel High school football team before they went away to juvie for sticking up a fast-food restaurant in Brownsville. They had become muscle for the Mexican contingent in youth lock up and held the top two spots on the detention center bench press records. Their large size compared to the other facility residents prevented a lot of fights before they started but the two had developed a violent edge from the work they did put in.
One of the gang members who had joined the Navy had a local girlfriend who was willing to pay for gas if they would drop her off in Pensacola on their way. It would have worked out ok but Randa riding in the back with Tiburon had been too much temptation for the heavy gang banger to keep his hands to himself despite the fact she was the girlfriend of another member of the gang. Randa didn't seem to have a problem either and was happy to switch boyfriends by the time the car made it to the Florida panhandle.
The trio of gangsters and Tiburon's new sexual plaything Randa continued on to their target's house. They arrived in the middle of the night and took note that the cars in the driveway all matched what they had been expecting from the previous surveillance of the Duran house. Wanda the wife had her sporty little four-door import and Julie the husband had both a minivan for covert stakeouts of a bail skips expected destination and a black Crown Victoria that was meant to look like a police car when he and his partner were in a bad neighborhood and wanted to avoid confrontation by imitating law enforcement but not so much that they broke the law for impersonating police officers.
Tiburon was supposed to be keeping watch in the driver's seat while the other gang members took their turns napping but was distracted by the loud wet handjob Randa was giving him. Fortunatly, Spyder was too distracted by Tiburon's creepy pleasured moans to fall asleep. As he opened his eye to yell at the new lovers to keep it down, he was just in time to see the black Crown Vic pass them by and turn the corner to excite the neighborhood.
"Fuck, that's the car. Did you see the guy driving it?" Spyder asked.
"A little." Tiburon said.
"Was it our guy?" Spyder wanted to know.
"I don't know what is our guy supposed to look like?" Tiburon wanted to know.
"Like a big badass Cholo boxer that doesn't take shit from no one." Spyder said.
"Fuck homes! I see that every time I look in the mirror. You wanna see another badass vato check out the pachuco sitting next to you." Tiburon said laughing.
"I'm serious did that look like it was our guy?" Spyder said.
"Honestly, I didn't see him and I don't think being a badass cholo in this pussy ass neighborhood means the same thing as it does back home. That house over there has a treehouse. How you gonna be badass living in a treehouse neighborhood?" Tiburon said.
"I don't care about your opinion. You were supposed to be watching to see when the dude left. Now what?" Spyder asked.
"Well, you guys could just drive up and see if the dude's car is still parked in the driveway." Randa said pointing out the obvious.
Tiburon looked in the rearview mirror as the anger washed over Spyder.
"Well you still should have been paying attention to see if the dude was in the car." Spyder said.
"If you smart guys were paying attention you would have noticed the police-looking car had tinted windows and it wouldn't have made a difference. You couldn't see through the windows anyway." Randa said.
"We'll drive around the corner and check the driveway." Spyder said mad that apparently he wasn't the smartest guy on the mission.
