Chapter 1. Do I Dare
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This is the fourth book in the Bad Things series.
My parents weren’t what you would call ‘normal.’ They smoked, cussed, drank, and gambled. Not to mention they were the leaders of one of the largest gangs in the world, the Latin Kings.
My mother, Aria Garcia, was put in the chair to lead it around the time I was born. She is the only child of my grandfather, Carlos Perez.
My father, Ace Garcia, is her right hand. His father before him, Andrew Garcia, was Carlos’s right hand.
Now I’m in line to take the chair. My parents started my training when I was twelve years old. As I got older, I started doing jobs with them.
“Did I get him?” I asked my mom as I lowered my gun. I had fired a couple of shots at the man in the semi. It was so dark I could barely see the driver’s side door. There wasn’t any lighting. We stood behind some brush.
The man fired shots in my direction. The rich smell of gun powder from all the shots fired filled the night air.
My mom gritted her teeth and scowled in the direction of the truck. Her expression grew downright evil. She stormed through the dark toward the semi.
“Bebita!” My dad growled through the microphone.
Mom, Dad, Austin, and I had a small microphone and earpiece to communicate. It made things much easier in situations like this.
My mom was about thirty-two weeks pregnant with twins. My mom jumped onto the semi and threw open the driver’s side door.
A heavy-set man appeared in the driver’s seat. The man’s brown eyes widened in shock. His grey hair shimmered in the moonlight.
Mom pulled him from the semi with a wicked glint in her eyes. My mom was crazy when she was angry.
He stared at her in shock. “Please, I was just doing my job!”
She pushed him up against the truck. She balled up her fist and let it fly forward. When her fist collided with his nose, his head bounced off the side of the truck.
“How dare you steal my truck, bastard! And how dare you shoot at my son!” Mom shrieked. My mom threw him to the ground, and he rolled toward me.
I stood above him with an evil smile on my face. I raised my shotgun.
His eyes widened in shock. “Please, I’m begging you.”
“Awe, come on, man. Don’t beg, it’s pathetic,” I said and chuckled darkly. Latin Kings didn’t give second chances. We weren’t wired that way.
Fear clouded his eyes before he squeezed his eyes shut.
I lowered the gun to his head, placed my finger on the trigger, and squeezed it. I put a bullet right between his eyes.
“Come on, Angel. We have to get out of here,” Mom said. Mom climbed into the truck, and I jumped in after her.
“Are you alright?” Dad asked Mom through the mic.
“You worry too much, babe,” Mom snorted. She rolled her eyes.
A chuckle escaped me. “You sure you can drive this fucking thing?” I asked doubtfully.
“Positive,” Mom smirked as she put it into gear. The semi rolled forward.
Dad and Austin were in a black van behind us.
Before we could get far, several guys came out of the warehouse we were parked in front of. They raised their guns.
Mom and I ducked as they fired shots at the windshield. Mom got on the gas, and the truck moved quickly in the direction of the men. We both straightened up as mom drove the truck straight toward the men that had gathered to stop us.
“You can suck my dick, every single one of you, bastards!” Mom growled.
The semi sped toward the men. The men dived in different directions to get out of the path of the truck.
Lord have mercy, I think my mom’s gone crazy–I thought to myself. “Oh, shit! Mom, watch out!” I shouted and ducked.
Mom was headed straight for a truck that carried propane. Mom swerved to miss it. The semi started to fishtail. Mom maneuvered the steering wheel to regain control of the semi.
“Damn, Bebita! You were cutting it a little close!” Dad boomed through the mic.
“Close doesn’t count.” Mom chuckled.
“Fuck me,” I grunted.
My mom laughed like a crazy person.
“Where are we taking it?” I asked.
“One of our secret warehouses. Nobody knows about it,” Mom said.
“Good idea.” I wasn’t sure what one she was talking about myself.
We reached the warehouse. Mom backed the semi up like a pro and shut it down. She climbed out of the truck.
I climbed out of the truck. I walked around the front of the truck and stood beside Mom.
Dad rushed over to her. “Next time I’m driving,” Dad said sternly. My dad’s eyes were filled with concern for my mom.
“There better not be a next time.” She rolled her eyes and let out a giggle. Mom was completely unperturbed.
“You scared the hell out of me, Bebita,” Dad growled.
“What else is new?” Austin teased.
Dad pushed up the trailer door to the semi. Dad and mom both climbed inside and looked around.
There were at least twenty large wooden crates. We would need a forklift for sure. Hopefully, they had one at this warehouse. I had to wonder if the thieves unloaded any of it before we got to it.
“Do you think it’s all here?” I asked doubtfully.
After searching through the guns, Dad answered my question. “Definitely. Boy, go get the forklift. It’s all the way in the back.”
Dad made Mom wait in the warehouse while we unloaded the truck. Earlier, Dad had fought with Mom about coming in her ‘condition.’ However, my mother didn’t take to kindly to being bossed around.
When we were finished, we all headed for the van. Mom gave Dad a high-five. Both of them were smirking.
A chuckle escaped me, and I shook my head. Seeing my parents do it together as a team for so long made me wonder how I was going to do it alone.
Dad turned to face me. “Learn anything new tonight?” This was a question he asked me after every job.
“Fuck yeah, I did. Don’t piss off a pregnant woman,” I said and chuckled.
“Not the answer I was looking for, but I do agree with you,” Dad said and smirked.
After we got home, I decided to go upstairs to take a shower. I reached for the handle of my bedroom door. I heard another door open, so I stopped and turned around.
“Where are Mom and Dad?” My sister, Adelina, asked. Her bedroom was across the hall from mine.
“Downstairs,” I muttered.
“Where were you guys?” Arianna asked.
Adelina and Arianna were identical twins. They enjoyed confusing us, and they were not that easy to tell apart. Arianna peeked around Adelina curiously. Both of my sisters looked identical to my mom. Both of them had waist-length straight black hair. They were both cheerleaders and got good grades.
Even though I loved to tease my sisters, I knew how beautiful and talented they were. As a matter of fact, they were so beautiful it caused ninety percent of my fights at school. I hated when guys looked at my sisters. I hated when guys didn’t treat my sisters with respect.
“Don’t worry about it, you little freaks,” I teased.
Mom came upstairs just then. “Be nice, Angel,” Mom said sternly.
“Don’t worry, Mom, they know they’re freaks.” I chuckled and darted into my bedroom.
I stripped down as I headed for my bathroom. The large shower heated up quickly, and I stepped inside. After I cleaned up, I sauntered back to my bedroom. A shower always helped me relax and fall asleep quicker. It took me only minutes to fall asleep. I was exhausted.
My phone buzzed and woke me. A groan escaped me as I grabbed it. Who the hell is calling me this late?
“What?” My voice was thick with sleep.
“Sorry, man,” Jesse said.
“Mhm, what’s up?” I asked as I looked at my alarm. I could barely make out the blue numbers on the alarm through my foggy vision. My eyelids felt as if they weighed a hundred pounds. I squinted to try to read the alarm better.
“Valerie kicked me out of the house. Can I stay?”
“I have to come to get you, don’t I?”
“Yeah,” he sighed.
“On my way,” I muttered. I hung the phone up. I climbed out of bed and grabbed a shirt.
It was three in the morning. As I walked down the dimly lit hallway, I slipped my shirt over my head. I staggered slightly from being half-asleep.
Most parents wouldn’t like it if their kids snuck out to get a friend. I wasn’t even trying to sneak out, though. My parents wouldn’t care if I had to go pick up a friend, especially Jesse.
I grabbed my keys off a sizeable wooden keyholder that hung up on the wall in the foyer. There were more keys on this keyholder than most car lots.
“Angel?” Dad asked.
I stopped and turned to face my dad.
He came out of the kitchen with a glass of water. “Where are you going?” Dad asked and yawned.
“Valerie kicked Jesse out again,” I said with a yawn. Damn, yawns are contagious.
Dad nodded in understanding. “This is the fourth time this month,” Dad said. “Tell Jesse if he wants, he can just stay here.”
“He’s not eighteen. That bitch wouldn’t let him anyway,” I grunted. “She wants that foster kid check.”
Dad shook his head. “I’ll talk to a lawyer tomorrow. Maybe we can figure something out.”
Jesse had been my best friend since the first grade. He was put here in foster care. Formerly, he was from Texas. Valerie was his foster mom. She’s had him since he was six. Jesse wouldn’t be eighteen for a few more months, like me. We were going on our senior year of high school. Jesse was my only friend who knew what I was.
When I pulled up to the front of Valerie’s house, Jesse stood up from the concrete steps that led to the front door. Valerie’s little yellow house was in the middle of the worst part of town. He sauntered down the sidewalk to my car.
Jesse was just an inch shorter than me and about the same build. He had black hair and brown eyes. Unlike me, Jesse was full Hispanic, and I was more like three quarters.
As soon as Jesse opened the doors, I could hear sirens. The sirens sounded like they were just around the block.
I shook my head. It’s way too late for this shit. What the hell could those sirens possibly be about?
Jesse climbed inside and gave me an apologetic look. “Sorry, man,” he said.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. I pushed the clutch in with my foot, put my car into first gear, and pulled away from the curb. I had several vehicles. I liked my Dodge Challenger because it was fast, and it was a manual. I had a red Corvette that I really liked too. I lived on the outskirts of the city. My house was the only one for miles.
My parents used to live in the city, but they decided to move to the old estate. The old mansion was handed down for generations. However, the original mansion exploded when I was young. The mansion that stood in its place was an exact replica of the original.
We made it back to my house. Jesse followed me inside. “Night,” Jesse said as he headed for the guest bedroom, which was beside mine.
“Night,” I said.
The guest bedroom beside mine was pretty much made up for Jesse when he stayed. Jesse was here about as often as I was.
Jesse watched me as I lit the blunt that I rolled. I exhaled a cloud of skunky smelling smoke. I coughed and handed it to him. I was unsure of the name of the weed, but it was my favorite. I was sure it was indoor.
“Be careful,” I warned.
Jesse smirked and took a big hit off of it. He started coughing hard. The smoke was coming out in puffs as he coughed.
“Man, I told you.” I laughed and shook my head.
“Holy, fuck, where’d you get this shit?” Jesse asked in disbelief as he stared at the blunt.
“My dad’s bedside table,” I said and chuckled.
Jesse knew my parents well. He didn’t look the least bit surprised.
We both fell back onto my bed and laughed as the white ceiling above us spun. I loved the feeling of being high. It was as if not having a care in the world.
“Hey, loser!” Adelina pounded on my door. “Food’s done!”
“Your dad is going to be so pissed,” Jesse said.
“Nah, he’ll just assume he already smoked it. Everywhere in this town sucks. I don’t know where my dad gets his weed, but it is the best.”
“If you had to guess, where would you guess he got it from?” Jesse asked as we headed for my bedroom door.
“If I had to guess, I’d say Austin,” I said and chuckled.
“Do you think he grows it?”
“He might,” I said and shrugged.
We entered the massive dining room. Our table was big enough to fit forty or more people. Mom and Dad had the table built just for them.
An enormous chandelier hung over the center of the table, which was in the center of the large room. There was a fireplace on the wall behind the head of the table. The fireplace was about five feet wide and six feet tall.
“Hi, Jesse,” Mom said with a smile.
Adelina looked anywhere but Jesse. I had a suspicion that Adelina had a crush on Jesse. My fifteen-year-old sister would get all googly-eyed around him.
“Hi, Mom,” he said. Jesse started calling my parents Mom and Dad a long time ago
Jesse and I had stayed up in my room all day playing video games. My parents and siblings were gone all day, so they hadn’t seen him yet.
“Grandpa and Grandma are moving back in,” Mom announced.
“Cool,” I said through a mouthful of food. I shoveled more food into my mouth.
My parents both looked at me with accusation in their eyes, but they didn’t speak.
“What?” I asked.
“Boy, are you high?” Dad tilted his head.
“Do I look high?” I shrugged a shoulder and arched an eyebrow.
“Yes,” Dad said with certainty in his eyes.
I shrugged my shoulders with pursed lips. I was not idiotic enough to deny it. It was pretty evident that I was high. What was the sense in lying when they already knew I smoked weed?
Mom scoffed. “Where the hell did you get weed?”
Do I dare?–I thought to myself. Of course, I do because I’m an ass. “Dad’s drawer,” I said and smirked.
Mom facepalmed. Mom knew I smoked, but she didn’t condone it. She wanted me not to do the bad things she and my dad had done. She referred to it as ‘bad habits.’
“Oh my god, you smoke weed!” Alana’s jaw dropped. Alana was twelve years old.
“What is weed?” Aiden asked. My youngest sibling, Aiden, was nine years old.
Dad yelled at everyone to settle down.
I laughed at the chaos I created.
“Damn it, Ace!” Mom scolded—a deep scowl formed on her face.
I was imagining my dad throwing a hand over his balls to protect them. He often did that when Mom was angry with him.
Dad rolled his eyes in irritation. “Whatever, Bebita, you smoke it too!” Dad shouted defensively.
“At least I put mine where they can’t find it!” Mom retorted.
I was considering telling her that I have taken her weed before too–but from the look on her face, I figured it might be safer to keep my mouth shut.
“Angel has a nose like a dog. It’s not my fault,” Dad said and chuckled.
I rested my head on the table as I shook uncontrollably from laughter. I was breathless from laughing so hard.
Jesse was beside me doing the same.
“Shut up!” Dad and Mom yelled simultaneously at Jesse and me. My parents tend to punish Jesse like he is one of their own.
“You boys are something else.” Dad chuckled.
“Don’t encourage them,” Mom said, smacking Dad upside the head. Mom turned to Jesse. “Oh, by the way, Jesse, the lawyer, is coming today. We’re going to try to figure out a way to get custody of you until you are eighteen.”
“Really?” Jesse asked, surprised.
“Don’t act so surprised. I can’t believe they didn’t do it years ago,” I snorted.