Page 85 of Calavera Society
THIRTY-NINE
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‘JUDAS’ GEMYNI
After making a deal with Roberto,I was escorted out of the room and through a catacomb of tunnels and stone archways until I was deposited to a room filled with twenty or so guys. All of them looked to be around my age, with a few of their faces standing out, including Rina’s bitch boyfriend and a couple of his ass kissing friends.
“What is the stray doing here?” Rina’s boy toy asks no one in particular, gaining obedient chuckles from his friends.
I scoff, “Could you be any more of a cliché? It’s giving off small dick energy. What’s your name, Kenny? Danny? Don’t tell me it’sChad.”
That earns real laughter from the rest of the group.
“It’s Santiago Herra, dick.”
I cock a brow, that last name making Nimona’s bruised face flash before my eyes.
“You wouldn’t happen to be related to Santino, would you?”
The douche looks around like I’m such an idiot for not knowing who the fuck they are.
“He’s my older brother, why?”
I laugh. Of course they’re brothers. The guys around the room all raise their brows, their attention riveted on the exchange. I can almost guarantee they’re anxious to see what I’ll say next. Fuck them and fuck this cunt.
“I was right about the small dick energy. Your brother is a little bitch too. I bet your whole family is filled with micro dicks and little man syndrome.”
His eyes water with anger, his fists balling up at his sides and his breathing coming in fast like aburro. “Watch your fucking mouth when you speak of my family.”
I spread my arms wide, a smile on my face, “Fuck. Your. Bitch. Family. Youfuckingfuck.”
He takes one step forward, but I’m itching for a fight. A chance to feel some pain and deliver some of my own. I rush forward before he can reach me, catching him by surprise. I punch him once in the nose and take one of his surprisingly hard hits to the collarbone. I’m unfazed as I grab the collar of his shirt and block another blow before hitting him again, this time in the cheek. I slam him into the wall, punching him in the face once more before slamming the back of my forearm to his throat.
“Today has been one hell of a day,Chad. I’ve been drugged, threatened, and so fucking hard for two people that I’m pretty sure my dick is going to fall off if I don’t fuck one of them soon. I’ve had my best friend’s life threatened and just made a deal with the devil, so unless you have something useful to say, shut the fuck up before I snap your little weasel neck. You feel me?”
I’m breathing hard and I know I’m choking the life from this pussy’s body, but I don’t give a fuck. The blood on his face drips onto my arm and I shove off him, letting his pathetic ass drop to the floor.
“And tell your bitch ass brother to stay the fuck away from Nimona or I’ll be coming for him too.”
Just as I step away from him, returning to the group of onlookers including Chad’s cowardly friends who didn’t back their boy up for shit, the doors open, allowing four robed men to enter. All of them have masks covering their faces, but I spot Mateo instantly. No one can radiate psychotic energy quite like him. Especially when he lifts his hand to his cheek and gives me a two-finger wave with a cheeky smile.
Este vato,he takeslocoto a whole new level.
“Mr. Herra, what happened to your face?” The leader of the robed men asks.
Everyone turns to Santiago—I still thinkChadsuits him better—who pulls off his shirt to wipe his face. His eyes glance at me angrily before he resets the bone in his nose, blowing out clots of blood and making everyone in the room just a little sicker of his presence.
“I slipped.”
I fold my lips inward and duck my head as someone coughs to cover up their chuckle. This whole night has become a twilight zone worthy episode, but I have to admit that Chad offered me just enough distraction to get through the crazy.
I can tell the robed men don’t buy his answer, especially Mateo whose eyes drop to my knuckles at my side, but no one questions it.
Another one of the mysterious men moves around the room slowly while the first continues to talk. The quiet steps of the man circling us makes everyone uncomfortable with his masked stare. For me, it makes me anxious to escape. It makes me feel like I’m back home with my mother and father, suffering another one of their lessons.
“Remove all your clothing except for your undergarments. Everything else must be left on the floor for retrieval. Remove all jewelry, devices and anything not attached to your natural bodies.”
“Why?” Someone across the room asks. The man circling us stops near him, delivering a hard whack with a long flat stick.Was that a fucking ruler?