Integrity Has No Bounds by Ryder Dane Page B

of the bullet it’d
take to shoot you with.
    “You look surprised, but your club is a
fuckin’ disgrace to legitimate clubs, it’s not respect or fear that
has kept your people from being allowed to patch over to other
clubs. Any club with any common sense knows better than to trust
one of you as far as we can see you. If you lazy bastards can’t
steal it, you sell poison to kids, and threaten until you get what
you want. Not a man in your group actually works for a living, and
your women are pregnant all the fuckin’ time providing you all with
welfare checks and food stamps.
    “Your fuckin’ litter mate was beating on a
boy who was working in his family business to earn his way through
college when I stopped him. That brain dead fuck that was with him
was real brave with a pig sticker in his hand.” He drank another
swallow, attempting to keep his temper in check. “I don’t
understand your way of life, and I don’t want to. I’ve earned every
fucking thing I own, and so has every man in the Breed.”
    The mad inside John was too much for him to
handle, so he stood and grabbed the chair he’d been sitting in, and
hurled it with every bit of strength in his arm. The chair
splintered on the wall, breaking into pieces. The big man threw the
can in his hand behind it for emphasis, and began to pace.
    “You’ll be taken care of while you’re our
guest, I’ll have you moved across the hall, but you will be with us
until I either find that cocksucking coward, or your daddy turns
him over to me.”
    John stepped close enough for Donnie to
attempt to slug him, but Donnie wasn’t taking that bait. The man
put his finger in his face.
    “You’re gonna call your daddy and tell him
for me that I don’t plan on killing the fucker in his sleep, he’ll
get a fair fight, and if he can walk away when it’s over, he’ll be
free to go. If he keeps hiding, I won’t be too picky where he is or
who he’s with, as long as he isn’t moving by the time I’m done. You
get me, boy?”
    Donnie nodded his head, and decided to try
reasoning with the crazy fucker. “I was on my way to get Candle
when your whore waylaid me. Pappy D wanted to talk to him about the
situation. I think he was planning to cut him loose from the Swamp
Kings. He’s been more trouble than he’s worth for a while now, so
don’t think your issue is the only one. If you wait a few days,
maybe a week, he’s fair game for you.”
    John wondered if the man actually believed a
slug like Candle would just peacefully walk away from his hideaway
without doing damage. What the fuck, why should he bother trying to
explain a damn thing to this kid, no matter the boy had to be close
to thirty, he wasn’t a man yet, maybe that’s why those ignorant
fucks acted like they did. None of them grew up.
    He pulled his cell phone out and asked for
Pappy D’s direct number.
    “Is this Pappy D? Who am I, well I’m the man
who has your boy here, and you get him back once I get what I
want.” The old man was shouting endearments at him and he smiled.
“If you keep that kinda shit up, I won’t let him talk to you.
Really? Name the place, I’ll be there, you want to think you’re man
enough to cash that check your mouth’s writing, I’ll be happy to
oblige. Now that you have that out of your system, I’m gonna show
you what a reasonable man I can be.”
    He handed the phone to Donnie and waited for
the younger man to finish staring at him while he talked to his
father.
    Donnie ended the call when he finally said,
“Yeah, me too, Pappy,” and handed the phone back to John. “I guess
you gotta do what you gotta do, man, I can’t help you and you know
it.”
    John nodded and walked out of the room.
    Donnie was asleep in the chair when Skids and
another man that he didn’t recognize came in and led him into a
different room. It was small, and had a toilet in the corner, a
sleeping mat was on the floor, and a bare light bulb hung overhead.
His leg irons were