Chapter 22: Fun in L.A.

Jose Juarez was 28, an ex-con with the Surenos gang in Los Angeles. A three-time loser, he’d already spent half his life behind bars. Tonight, he was going for a big score before he went back inside for 20+ years, a fact he knew was coming. Tonight, he and his two homeboys, Felipe and Marco, would take down five local restaurants, then head back to the hood, hopefully without the police in hot pursuit and a big score of cash in their hands.

The first four were smaller shops- pastries and sub sandwich stores. They’d collected about a thousand bucks so far; one more to go. In the past two hours, the local police had been following where they’d been, but hadn’t yet caught up to them. They came up on Daisy’s Doughnut Shop. Felipe drove in beside the building and stopped, where security cameras couldn’t see them.

Jose and Marco went inside the doughnut shop, handkerchiefs over their faces. Jose jumped on the counter, pointing his .45 semiautomatic gun at everyone. Marco jumped behind the counter, opened the drawer, took the cash. They hadn’t moved it to the safe yet; it looked like a big score. They dashed out, just as a woman and her daughter were getting out of their car in front. As the two men ran by, Jose had a momentary impulse. He noticed the girl was white, young, smokin’ hot. The thought of prison flashed in his mind. Jose stopped, grabbed the young one, pointing his gun at the mother and firing one round into the air over her head, as he kept pulling the struggling girl closer to their car.

Ella Mulder was just 18. At 5- 6” tall, she had long blonde hair, a great figure and weighed a slim 128 pounds. Her and her mother had just stopped at Daisy’s Doughnuts when two men ran out of the store. She stopped, standing by the car door still. How rude! Latinos. Then, one stopped and grabbed her right arm. He started pulling her over towards his car as he pointed a gun at her mother. In a heavily accented voice, he yelled, “Stay back! Stay back!” He fired one round; it was loud! Ella cringed, ducking away from the gun. Stumbling, trying to stand, she got pulled farther.

Jose was pulling the girl to their stolen car. He told Ella to “Get in! You’re coming with us! Get in!” No way was she willing to getting in. She fought, gun or no gun. The man hit her in the head with the butt of his gun. The girl, stunned, stopped fighting for a few moments. When she started again, she was even more confused it seemed. He dragged her backwards, pulling her into the backseat. She fought against him, trying to stay out of the car, grabbing the door frame with her hands to stop. Her mother was running up, screaming at them. “Let my baby go! Let my baby go!”

Felipe jumped out of the driver’s seat, pointed his gun across the roof and shot the woman, twice. She fell backwards to the ground. The girl screamed, “Mom!!” Jose twisted and yanked her back violently, yelling “Get in, bitch!” Ella lost her grip with one hand, then in an instant he dragged her in, pulling her inside as the car sped off. Felipe jumped back in and drove off fast. Jose lay on the back seat and floor, gripping the girl as she continued to struggle.

Marco turned around in the front seat, yelling at Jose. “¡Qué carajo, hombre! ¿Para qué la necesitamos?” (What the fuck, man! What do we need her for?) Jose just laughed as she kept struggling. She kept sobbing, “You shot my mom, you shot my mom...”

“We gonna have us a little party when we get home!” Ella kept struggling to get free, kept saying “Let me go! Let me go! Let go of me!” Finally, Jose hit her once hard on the back of her head again with the gun. She stopped for a minute, her head ringing even more. She kept crying, kept talking, asking questions.

“Shut up, chica blanca! Shut the fuck up!” He kept her on the floor, his gun pressed to her head. “Stay down, keep quiet, don’t look up,” he commanded.

Already, the sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance. Police were now everywhere, searching for them. They drove straight down residential 14th street. Half a mile down there was a small entrance ramp to the freeway. Felipe knew about it. It was fairly hidden and net near the shops. The first police arrived on the crime scene in one minute. By then, the men were just getting onto the freeway entrance, lost in LA traffic and headed back to East LA.

Soon enough, they pulled slowly into a dark alley in a Latino neighborhood, parked behind a row of houses and pulled the girl from the car. They forced her inside, gun to her head, then down into the basement. There, they counted the money. $1852. Jose counted out $952 for the gang leaders; the rest they could divide up themselves. $300 each. Jose looked at the other two.

“We just risked twenty years for armed robbery, and all we get is this? Three hundred?! Hombres; this is why I grabbed her,” nodding towards the white girl Marco had ahold of. With the money divided, they turned their lust and attention towards Ella.

Ella stood there trembling, wanting to run away but knowing she couldn’t with this one guy holding her arm so tight, the other two right there. She didn’t even know where they were, or how to even get out of this place. She was crying, waiting for them to say or do something. They kept speaking in Spanish, counting money. She’d just seen her mom shot, maybe killed, as she was kidnapped by these Latino gang members. Ella was just in shock, pleading, begging them to just let her go, please! The police would come soon, right? Rescue her? Suddenly, they all turned toward her. This was not good. She was wearing her blue gym shorts, a white top and a dark blue sports bra, having just come from soccer practice. The bra was uncomfortable- her breasts had recently outgrown it, but she hadn’t gotten around to getting a new one yet. She was always outgrowing her bras. Now though, these three very scary gang members, with tattoos everywhere, shaved heads and guns, were staring at her, looking her up and down, moving around her in this empty basement. Alone. She was shaking a lot now, trembling as she tried to speak.

“Pl, please, just, just leave, just leave me alone, please, don’t, please, just let me go...” The three moved closer. Marco continued to hold her arm. Jose moved close in front of her, staring at her angrily, then slowly moving his eyes down to her chest. Typical rich white teenage girl. Long blonde hair in a ponytail, slim build. Long, sexy legs in gym shorts. He spoke to her in heavily-accented English, “Take off that shirt.”

Ella just kept holding her arms close together around her, saying no over and over. The man suddenly slapped her face very hard. Then again, and a third time. He repeated, “Take off that shirt.”

Crying, her face hurting from his hard slaps, slowly Ella began to lift her top off. She said, “Ok, ok, just the top, ok? Just the top, right?” She eased it over her head, brought it down in front of her sports bra. The man grabbed the top from her, handed it to another man. The man then angrily said, looking very pissed off, “Show us your fucking tits, white girl.” Ella really didn’t want to do that either, but she didn’t have much choice here. With trembling fingers, she took hold of her bra and lifted it up and over her head. Someone grabbed it from her as it came off. She quickly covered her now-exposed boobs. One man moved closer, said, “hand, down...” Slowly, Ella lowered her right hand. She kept trying to cover her breasts with her left arm. The man put his hand up and put it on her chest, sliding up under her left hand and touching her breast and nipple. She was breathing very fast now, scared to death. When he did this, she tensed up even more, looking up and away, gritting her teeth, going “ahhhh ahhhh stop...”

“¡Mira esas tetas! ¡Lindo! ¡Jodidamente agradable!”

José told her to take off her shorts. She kept saying no, crossing her legs while trying to keep away from them. Felipe’ suddenly jerked his hand away from her tit. Jose slapped her hard across the face again, then held her face up and punched her hard in her jaw. She went to the floor. Marcos and Felipe’ pulled her back up. She stood there, gripping her jaw, crying, when Jose repeated himself. “Take off those shorts.” This time, she reached down with one hand, held the waistband and slid them down to the floor, slowly. Her tits were looking good. Not big ones, but firm and young-looking. He took out his knife, put it to her blue panties. “You won’t be needing these, seniorita,” he said and cut them from her. He pulled them off, held them up to his face, breathed in. Each man took a big sniff of them. Jose leaned in and licked her face. She tried to not let him, but he grabbed her face and he forced her to stay still while he did. He licked her tears. “Pronto seran lagrimas de placer...” (Soon to be tears of pleasure).

Ella stood naked, arms across herself, unable to properly cover herself at all. She kept her legs tightly together. Her boobs moved around, if she could just stop shaking so much. She could feel the cool air of the basement now. Her bare bottom began to feel cold in this basement. The one man yelled in Spanish, then the other two pulled her over to a pool table. They pushed her onto it, just enough that her rear was on the edge, her legs hanging over. A light came on. The one man, the one with the knife, started to get undressed. He had a big hard-on, something she saw with terror. She kept her legs tightly together and to one side. She was still a virgin actually; something she could hardly believe herself sometimes. She just never had time for boyfriends it seemed. She’d made out a few times, and there was that time a few years ago at the family camping vacation when her father and her uncle had felt her boobs up. Now, now she knew she was about to get raped by all three of these Latino gang members. She wondered how much it would hurt. Would that be all they made her do. What were they going to do with her when they were done. She watched the man get quickly undressed, then move towards her. She tried to use her legs to keep him away, but he just worked his way between them, pushing her knees apart. One man held each wrist, while grabbing her legs, too. She lay on the pool table, her legs spread wide apart, her young vagina now open for all to see. He moved in closer as she screamed, begging them not to do this.