beat. They will back off and come
sneaking in again in a few months. That persistence is about the
only good quality those fuckers can lay claim to.” Baron took a
list of numbers from the top drawer of the desk and scanned for the
number of the Swamp Kings’ clubhouse.
John had already shown the letter that Stevie
had given him to Baron and Leech. Before Baron started punching in
buttons, John spoke up. His words of intent to do damage to the man
he wanted to see face to face puzzled Baron until he heard what the
real reason for John’s anger was about.
“You can tell that Swamp Rat that I want his
fuckin’ rat-faced bastard who threatened Stevie, I will find him,
or they can give the bastard up. If I have to pick them cocksuckers
off one at a time until I get the right one, then it’s no skin off
my back. I need the target practice.”
Leech had been sitting in a chair with the
legs propped up, and let the legs hit the floor. “John, clubs
threaten people all of the time, hell, we have had to make threats
to get our point across too many times to remember. We usually
settle for busting a few heads until the next time they slither
from the stinking vegetation.”
John turned on Leech, and advanced toward him
slowly with his hands fisted at his side. “Really? Tell me how many
times have we tried to extort money from a woman, and sent someone
to threaten her in a hands on way?” He grabbed the smaller man and
raised him up to speak to him. “Do we send in fuckers to rape them
and kill her fuckin’ pet? Is that what we do? Do we leave hand
sized bruises on her body, Leech? If that’s what we do you can have
this fuckin’ patch and I’m outta here.”
He released Leech after setting him back on
his feet, and turned to Baron. “You are the Prez, I got mad respect
for you and the brothers, but the fucker who raped and beat Stevie
is mine, I find him, and God is the only one that will save the
motherfucker from the reaper. You can tell that pussy cocksucker
that for me. Anyone looking to stop me will have to stand in a
fuckin’ line, I’m going hunting, any of those Rats get in my way?
Collateral damage.”
He turned to leave the room and was knocked
in the jaw with enough force to rock him on his feet. Leech came at
him and John held up his hand to stop him from stepping closer.
“You got one free, I’m too fuckin’ pissed to keep my temper in
check, and you pushed the wrong damned buttons. Hit me again and
I’ll hurt you, it’s even as far as I’m concerned.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I like
Stevie too, but I wasn’t told to begin with that she was hurt, you
didn’t say a damned word about it. Next time you lay hands on me
it’s on, buddy, I don’t take that shit from no one, not you, not
anybody. You know damned well we don’t hurt women like that.”
John nodded, and left the room.
Baron grinned at his friend. “You hit like a
girl, that little bitch slap was like a love tap to a brother like
John, I was afraid I was going to have to step in between him and
your broken ass.”
Leech shook out the hand he’d used to punch
the man. “That fucker’s jaw is like a damned rock.” He sat down,
still flexing his fingers, “He’s got it bad for little Stevie. She
must be special to him, I’ve never seen him so deadly intent on
getting his hands on someone. If it was anybody but one of the
Swamp Kings, I might say give them a heads up that he’s a lethal
fucker, but I think I’ll let them find out for themselves.”
Baron nodded, “Yeah, about that. They won’t
give up the son-of-a-bitch. I’ll warn Ol’ Pappy D, but that is all
he gets, they know where the lines are drawn on the southern
boundary. My money says they knew it was Breed territory, but
thought they could intimidate a lone girl. They couldn’t know it is
part of our empire. I’m about to explain it to them in small words
so they understand what I’m saying.” He punched in the numbers to
connect. “This