Chapter 3

The following new characters appear in this chapter:

Rafael

Local Cartel leader, gangster, Romero’s brother, 5’-8’’ tall, 165 pounds, 36 years old, black hair, brown eyes

Romero

Local Cartel leader, gangster, Rafael’s brother, 5’- 9’’ tall, 180 pounds, 38 years old, black hair, brown eyes

It was nearly one in the morning when we left the club. We had turned off the electricity coming into the building with a spell before leaving. They would be hard put to get it back on, but possibly could if they could find a powerful Witch to help them. Making our way back to our car, we discovered that there were those here who slept little at night. As we approached our vehicle, we could see a number of young men around it. They had crowbars, bats, and steel pipes along with cans of spray paint They had obviously been attempting to break into our vehicle for some time. There was also the paint on the ground that they had attempted to spray on it. It hadn’t stuck to the wards. Instead, it had slid down the wards to settle on the ground around the vehicle and dry there.

“What are we going to do about these dumb shits?” Doreen asked, as we watched them from the shadows.

“Mama froze a bunch of gang-members and exploded their cans of spray paint on them when they tried to paint graffiti on her car the second time,” I reminded her.

“Yes, but that was Mama. She’s much too softhearted. These assholes need a much stronger lesson,” she insisted.

“Well, there are all of those metal things and the wooden bats. Which material do you want?” I asked her.

“I’ll take the metal items. You can have the bats and the spray paint cans,” she told me with a grin. I knew that she was grinning even if I couldn’t see it in the dark.

“Okay, but a freeze spell first though, or they’ll all run off,” I insisted.

“All right,” she agreed, and we cast the freeze spells before starting on the others.

The metal bars and the pipes quickly began to glow in the hands of those frozen in place. At the same time, the wooden bats burst into flames in the hands of those holding them. There were shouts and screams from the gang-members as they tried to rid themselves of the now hot objects. They screamed even louder on discovering that not only could they not drop them, but they couldn’t move.

When they all had singed hands, we canceled the heat and fire spells, while leaving the freeze spells in place. Once everything had cooled down sufficiently, I cast a spell that caused all of their spray paint cans to explode at one time, covering all of them in paint of various colors. Doreen used the spell that caused the paint to dry nearly instantly.

“Adjust your freeze spell so they will remain here for a couple of more hours. The paint will be good and dry by then,” I told Doreen before we moved into the light cast by one of the few streetlights working along the street where we had parked.

“Next time, find out whose car you are fucking with before you start,” I told them, as we walked over to our car. The gang-members were seriously surprised to see two beautiful women walk up, get in our car, and drive off. Of course, we had dropped the ward around it before getting in. We laughed at their stunned expressions as we drove off.

George and Francisco had given us detailed directions on how to find Rafael’s apartment and their cartel headquarters. It seemed that he and his brother lived in two penthouses on the fifth floor of a building. There was a large open area around their apartments, and there was access from the lower floors to this open area.

We carefully followed their directions, but stopped the car well short of the building where they stayed. There were no working streetlights this deep in Little Havana. It was very late at night by now, and the moon had set earlier. We parked between two buildings and pulled the wards back up around our car.

“Do we start at the top or the bottom of the building?” Doreen asked. I smiled.

“We start at the top and work our way down taking out the guards. They won’t suspect someone coming down from the apartments like they would someone coming up from the street,” I told her. We changed into our Dragons at the twenty-five-foot-tall level then and took off to circle the building before attempting to land there. We landed in the large open area between the apartments. We had made little noise during our flight and landing. Certainly, no more than what a bat would make.

Once landed, we shrank back to our eight-foot-tall size and moved to take out the guards on the approaches to the top floor after renewing our glamours of ourselves. There were supposed to be five guards on the various levels both inside and outside of the building. We encountered six plus two sleeping, though none of them thought it unusual that a good-looking woman was coming from the penthouses.

Returning to the top floor, we prepared to deal with the bodyguard waiting inside the apartment.

Rafael reached out to turn the girl over to take her in her rear passage. He had already used her other two entrances. She was surely still a girl, as she was only eighteen, but she had a fine womanly body. When the girl tried to resist, he slapped her several times in the face until she subsided in tears.

“Yes, she has a fine body. My brother, Romero, will enjoy using her, and he has an even bigger and longer cock than my 10 inches. Plus he has a set of cojones like a stud horse. He’ll be able to fuck her for hours,” he thought with a large smile.

He was just reaching out again to turn the now compliant girl onto her belly when he heard a strange noise and paused.

“What was that?” he wondered with his hand midway to the girl’s body, but the noise was followed by silence.

“Hugo is out in the hall. He will take care of whatever the problem is. He and his machete,” he thought with another smile. Hugo was his bodyguard. He was nearly as wide as he was tall and very muscular. “No one messed with Hugo,” he thought with another smile, as his hand reached the body of the girl to turn her over.

Before he had a good grip on her, there was a loud sound as of something impacting on the solid wood door to the room before the door, the parts of the frame with the latch and hinges plus the transom impacted on the floor of the room with a loud crash. Plastered to the door was Hugo’s body. Part of his face was burned away, and there was a huge imprint of a three fingered hand deep in his chest plus his machete was buried between his legs where his manhood should have been, but there was only blood there now.

Rafael stared at the door and the body for several seconds in horror before movement in the now larger doorway drew his attention. Looking up, he saw something even worse standing there. It was a nightmare out of hell for there were two twelve-foot-tall Blue Dragons standing where the door had been. They both smiled at him, revealing their mouths full of dozens of sharp teeth. Their eyes were like spikes that pierced right through to your very soul, so they could see everything that you had ever done. Rafael cringed in fear at the look in those eyes.

“El dragon!” he said in shocked surprise. “No ... no ... no,” he thought. “it is as likely that El Diablo (the Devil) would visit here as would a El dragon.” Still though, their stare held him in place as they entered the room, but one at a time, as they were too large at twelve feet tall, to enter the room together. They also took up a lot of the available space in the room. Shortly, one of them spoke.

“Into the corner, dirtbag,” a female voice demanded, as a long arm with a hand that had four claws reached out and slammed him into the corner of the room as easily as if he weighed nothing. The voice continued to talk to the girl on the bed.

“Are you all right, sweetie,” the voice asked the girl who still lay on the bed frozen in fright. When she hadn’t answered after a short time, the voice spoke again.

“Do you speak any English?” it asked.

“See, Senor Dragon,” the girl finally answered.

“We’re female Dragons, sweetie. We’re here for this dirtbag. You are free to leave. Take whatever you need in the way of clothes and money, but no drugs. They will only get you back here as a captive of some other dirtbag,” the voice of the Dragon told her. The girl hesitantly got up and quickly collected clothing from a pile of it in another corner of the room. There was a box with money in it on a small table, and she took out a large handful and stuffed it into a small purse before hurriedly leaving without a backward glance.

“Now it’s time to deal with Rafael here,” the second Dragon said. It had been quiet previously, but now it instantly changed into a beautiful woman.

“La Bruja (Witch),” Rafael breathed in a terrified voice.

“I’m worse than that, I’m a Dragon Witch, and we are here to learn what you know about the disappearance of our friend,” the Witch told him.

Rafael, however, was made of stern stuff and wasn’t about to be intimidated by any woman, not even a Dragon Witch. He drew himself up to his full height of 5’-8’’, as he began to chastise those who had invaded his home and office.

“How dare you break into my home and my office. You have killed my bodyguard, Hugo, and destroyed my office doorway. You allowed that ‘Puta’ to escape and to steal clothes and money from me. You will regret this when the rest of my men get here,” he told them in as bold and confident a voice as he could manage.

“Your other men?” the Dragon asked in a questioning tone of voice. “Do you mean the six that you had watching the house and the other two who were asleep?” she asked with a grin, showing her teeth again.

“What have you done?” Rafael gasped in horror.

“They won’t be coming here. They’re much too busy,” the Dragon told him.

“Too busy? Busy with what? What is more important than protecting me?” he demanded in a frightened voice, as his gaze fell on Hugo’s body again.

“They’re way too busy arguing with the Devil to keep him from sending them to the furnace room for the rest of eternity. They’ll be shoveling coal there to keep the furnaces of Hell burning to keep it hot there. It’s even hotter in the furnace room than it is in the rest of Hell,” the Dragon told a horrified Rafael.

“The Devil has dealt with a lot of dirtbags, so he won’t be convinced by them. They’ll be shoveling coal for a long, long time,” the Witch told him with a smile. Rafael sank back into the corner in horror at what they had said