The white chinos, the velvet purple shirt and the shiny loafer only gave off one single vibe, a vibe that all Sandria know even if there is too much criminal activity, that if a somebody looking like that shows up it only meant one single thing.
The cartel.
Almost all of them dress like that, showing off in the most bright colors because well they don't give a fuck about nothing, no more like they want themselves to be looked at, want their aura to be showed and with that they want everybody to know that they are there.
And that was exactly César's plan… to show himself to them.
So dressed exactly like the cartel. Even his walk was different, slowly deliberate showing that he isn't feeling in danger but more like he is the danger itself and well they noticed him fast, moreover noticed the gun tucked into his belt.
"Hey, who the fuck are you?" One of the guys immediately turned toward him and in the same moment was already pulling out his gun.
"Ohh what is this threatening manner boy?" César asked back not even for a single moment feeling threatened, no he kept his eyes on him with a faint smile.
"I asked." He aimed his gun at César but in the street gangster way… sideways. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Speak." The other one said though as he pulled out something very interesting from the car… a micro SMG with a drum mag.
Though César still felt nothing about it, he faced bigger calibers in his life and for sure knew if those two fuckers start shooting not even one bullet would strike him.
The micro SMG looked run down, and the drum mag in it would definitely jam after the first few shots. And that sideways aiming motherfucker wouldn't hit anything because of the recoil. He could literally take them all down with a much smaller caliber, but because he knew there is back up to them he didn't choose that option.
He chose a much calmer one.
"Just a man walking around, is that a problem? You are standing on the walkway in my path, boy." César said, still with a calm demeanor.
"I have never seen you in my life." The older one said still aiming sideways. "This is the Fourway gang territory and you are in our territory."
Fourway. What lame name is that at least be creative…
"So get the fuck away before we blow you up… and leave that gun here." The younger one smiled as he looked at the gun tucked at César's belt. "Slowly pull it out and put it down and nobody needs to die today."
"Die?" César giggled a bit as he shook his head but something broke their atmosphere.
A scream… a scream for help coming from inside of the house, from the house that Daisy pointed to.
"Go before you scream too." The other guy said as he laughed about it but what they didn't prepare for was that… César laughed with them.
No it was more than a laugh, he was hysterically laughing but then he suddenly stopped like if he was a psychopath, something that escaped the mental hospital… and they felt it.
The way he stopped laughing and just eyed them straight without blinking, it made them uneasy and that feeling started to crawl up on the older one… the feeling that they might die today.
"Let me introduce myself you little fucks." César started slowly, walking toward the older one and he stopped right in front of the gun barrel, not even for a second looking anywhere else, just into his eyes. "You with your little pistol, with this attitude and street mentality is nothing but a piece of trash on the street… and I am the trashman who is going to put you into the trashcan… in pieces." He kept eye contact with a grin on his face. "You rule a street, I rule a region and I know you already realized that I am not somebody who you can fuck with, so I going to walkin because if not oh boy, your whole little gang will be wiped out before the sun sets okay?"
"O-okay."
"What–" The younger one wanted to argue but was interrupted.
"L-leave him."
"Thanks." César said as he turned and walked straight to the house.
"The boss going to kill us what the fuck was this—"
"Who the fuck would walk in a gang territory with a purple shirt, gun tucked in, and not even a single fear in his eyes." He looked at the younger one. "This man is one of them."
"One of them?"
"The cartel… and I do not want to be chopped up."
Fuck it almost failed… César thought as he was ready to gun them down, but he was lucky that the older one realized what he was trying to do.
Though it was much harder to convince those who are in the house… so he didn't even think of it… juts going to gun them the fuck down, but as he he entered the house somehtig slapepd him in the face.
The house looked… comfy, the picture hung on the wall with Daisy and her mother, the scent of the house, the decoration… it looked truly like a home, something César himself was missing for a long time now… but he wasn't there for feeling and nostalgia.
I hope you don't jam darling. He whispered as he pulled out the pistol and he went toward the faint screams and sounds.
And there was it.
They were in the living room with Daisy's mother on the floor naked being beaten up by four men and the strange thing about it was that she wasn't screaming, it was like she accepted the fact and lived with it that that is her life… just like César why he didn't scream not even once when he was tortured… they both have accepted their fate… but that fate was ready to change.
"Should we fuck here? I mean she is already naked." One of them laughed as looked at her body.
"She has a thick ass… I want to see it bounce on me." Another one said as he started to unbuckle his belt.
"Ohh, I bounce too. Fuck me, cabrón."
Silence. They all just stopped and froze down as they heard a voice they didn't know and more importantly, a voice that was behind them.