Bastard Son of a Drug-Lord (story/pic)

Davey was the son of a Venezuelan drug lord.  Being the son of an american woman, his father never really cared for him.  Davey spent his childhood growing up in America and decided for his 18th birthday to go visit his father, hoping to get a little bit of inheritance since his father was very well-off.

Davey's reception by his father was not what he had hoped.  His father was irritated that this boy would dare come to see him.  Especially since he had never met him before.  He sent Davey out from his home and told him to return to America.

Davey went back to his hotel room, awaiting his flight home the next morning, however, a rival cartel was alerted to him being in town.  They had not learned about Davey's estranged status from his father, and thought they might be able to score a ransom. 

During the night, several men stormed Davey's hotel room and took him prisoner.  They took him to one of their hideouts and shackled him to a wall.  Davey tried to struggle from the binds, but found himself trapped.

When they explained why he was taken prisoner, Davey told them that his father wanted nothing to do with him.  Though they didn't believe him, (after all, who could trust an American?), they did warn him that he had better hope that was not the case.

After a brief phone call to Davey's father, the kidnappers discovered that what he told them was true.

"Oh, well."  one of them said, "Looks like you are of no value to us either."

Davey tried to plea for his life as the kidnappers aimed crossbows at his chest.  In a single burst, all fired, hitting the young man.

 

 

Davey gasped for air as the arrows pierced through his lungs.  His young body quaked as he sputtered out blood.  His handsome form gave out a final jolt before sagging down.