Free Integrity Has No Bounds by Ryder Dane Page B

his head. Candle should never
have been allowed back into the fold when he got out of Huntsville.
The code said he paid his due and was one of them, so he was
welcomed back with a party and everything. Since he’d been back,
they’d had nothing but trouble coming their way, and with the case
of mad Pappy was wearin’, the shit was gonna splatter the walls
real soon.
    “I’ll go soon as the medics get Mel and
Willie in the meat wagon. Mel kept sayin’ the one that fucked them
up was a big mutha, and said he was lookin’ for Candle.”
    It occurred to him the Breed’s prez acted
like a decent sort considering, but he wasn’t going to say that out
loud. Pappy D wouldn’t have bothered to call his enemy to send them
to help their brothers. Mayhap the Breed was touched in the head
kinda like Willie was. If that was the case, then how in the hell
did they get to be such bad motherfuckers?
    *****
    John watched the scene play out in the dirt
parking space in front of a weathered old building. None of the men
looked like the picture in the mug shot he’d seen on the print out
on Deputy Jimmy’s desk.
    He backed into the trees and hiked to the
spot he’d left his bike. He had a long ride ahead of him, but now
that he had a location, he’d be back real soon.

Chapter Seven
     
     
    It was a long damn ride back to Juanita, but
he was focused and ready to kick ass by the time he pulled into the
lot at the club. He’d stopped by the garage and traded his daily
ride for the bagger so he wouldn’t have to make another stop. Gabe
and Chewy had everything in order at the shop, so he was free to
take care of personal business. He walked in the door and Myrtle
told him that the prez wanted to see his ass pronto. As she put it,
“You are in trouble, my man; if he has to come get you, me an’
Burger are selling tickets.” She smiled sympathetically and popped
the cap from the longneck she handed to him as he strode past.
    He rapped on the door and turned the handle,
before walking into the room. Baron was going through the books
with Orin and Fingers. When he saw who walked in, his eyes narrowed
and he told the number crunchers to get their shit straightened
out. “I’m no accountant but I can see we have a problem, you two
are in charge of the books, I’m getting the idea that one or both
of you are getting ready to make a move. Probably to some place a
bike can’t find you, but Tank and his accountants are at your place
going through the computers there and the office. If he doesn’t
find a discrepancy, we’re good, if he finds that we have reason to
worry, we’re not so good.
    “While they’re working, you boys are our
guests right here at the clubhouse. If you try to leave before you
get the go-ahead, you won’t be here as guests, you get me?”
    Sweat dotted Fingers’s forehead, and while
Orin appeared calm on the outside, Baron saw the man kept
swallowing. Fuck, he knew they’d been skimming money. He kept a
record of every transaction the club made, one set of books was
legitimate business, and the other not so legitimate. These two
thought they were smarter than the rest of them, they would pay for
their error in judgment.
    Skids and Burger escorted them from the room
while John waited for the ass chewing he had coming. He didn’t have
long to wait. Once Baron put the bogus ledgers to the side, he
folded his hands on the desk and stared at him. John waited him
out, there was no point in denying that he was guilty of a couple
of minor indiscretions, the phone call was a spur of the moment
thing, even if he had reason to hang up on Baron at the time.
    “So, this is what I want from you, and don’t
give me any shit, I’ve been buried in a damn sty of it all fuckin’
day. That phone call just got the ball rolling so tell me why I
shouldn’t kick your ass from here to the corner, and make it one of
those in-depth stories, the kind where I get all the information,
not just the fill in the blank version. You