A Place for Adults

U.S.-Mexico Border, Texas.

The area around the U.S.-Mexico border where Ethan and his team were crossing was mostly desolate, with no cities nearby. As Ethan's trucks passed through the border without even being checked, seemingly in a hurry, a white RV trailed behind them.

Inside that white RV were two brothers fleeing Mexico after robbing a bank and killing several police officers and civilians. Their only goal was to get out of the United States, but before they could even enjoy their victory, they were being inspected by the police.

The minutes dragged on. Jacob Fuller, who was doing this for his family, knew that if he spoke up, his family would be killed before those brothers could be arrested. He appeared to have the situation under control, at least outwardly. He knew that the only way to keep everyone safe was to get those brothers out of the U.S. and drop them off somewhere as soon as they reached Mexico.

"I don't understand," Jacob Fuller, currently being held hostage by the Gecko brothers, said as he watched the trucks with the S.G.C. insignia pass through. He thought there must have been some mistake.

A few minutes later, Seth Gecko emerged from the bathroom and asked, "What don't you understand?"

"Those trucks up ahead passed without being checked. No one stopped them—they even went through before we did," Jacob replied, still confused, as this seemed strange, especially since the authorities were supposedly searching for these fugitive brothers.

Richard, the more repulsive of the Gecko brothers, glanced out the window and said, "Yeah, well, that's not our fucking problem."

"Richard, watch your mouth. It's time to celebrate," Seth said, coming out with a bottle of wine.

"Damn it, can we open the windows now?"

"Do whatever you want. We're in Mexico, so move over and let me celebrate with my new friends," Seth said, sitting next to Jacob, who was driving.

His words were friendly, of course, as he was far more reasonable than his psychopathic, cold-blooded killer brother.

Jacob recognized this and celebrated alongside him. All the nervousness about what might happen to his family disappeared after they crossed into Mexico. According to the deal, he would drop the brothers off at the Titty Twister, a bar that catered specifically to truckers and bikers passing through.

Once he left them there, both parties would go their separate ways.

…

A few hours later, Jacob parked his RV next to the trucks he had seen earlier—the ones that had caught his attention for not being inspected.

His gaze lingered on those two silent trucks, and he shook his head, perhaps thinking too much.

His vision was poor; he was a priest who had broken his vows after losing his wife, and now, after having survived death, few things mattered to him.

"Well, tonight we celebrate," Seth said as he walked toward the bar.

At that moment, Ethan stepped out of one of the trucks, followed by Liam and Bobby, who had finally decided to join the group.

"Good thing I'm single. My wife would've killed me if she saw me in this brothel," Bobby said, looking at the bar's exterior.

Liam smiled slightly and said, "Don't be fooled—everyone here could be an enemy."

"Move out. Let's get a drink," Ethan said after scanning the surroundings before heading toward the bar.

At the entrance, a bearded man was shouting into a microphone, "Come on in! Whether you want a lady with hair, no hair, a furry, or a damn alien, this is the place to fulfill all your sexual fantasies."

"This is weird," Bobby muttered as he moved forward, avoiding eye contact with anyone.

Liam approached Ethan and said, "I don't think we look like truckers."

Ethan, about to respond, noticed a man behind them punch the announcer, who had been hyping up the women as if this were heaven's brothel. He then turned and said, "We just need to wait until midnight. I think that's when the real party starts."

"I don't doubt it."