“Thanks,” I said, and hung up, swinging my leg over my bike, and starting it up.
Jekyll
An hour later, I found Chucky smoking pot behind a Kum & Go. He was with two of his other loser friends, but I’d brought a little back up of my own so I could focus my rage on Chucky alone.
Parking my bike, I swung off, then nodded to Scooby and Stoney who headed to the group. The assholes tried to scatter but the pot had made them slow, and we caught them quickly, dragging them where the cameras wouldn’t catch us. Scooby and Stoney kept hold of his friends while I dealt with Chucky myself.
“What the fuck, man?” Chucky squealed as I threw him to the ground, slamming my boot onto his back.
“Beatin’ women make you feel like a big man?”
“It wasn’t me!”
“What wasn’t you?” I growled.
“I didn’t beat no woman up.”
I moved my boot to his face, pressing down hard. “Wrong answer, you little piece of shit. I’ve got you on video.”
“Okay, okay,” he panted out. “But it’s not what you think.”
“Okay, asshole, what is it, then?”
“She had it comin’.”
“Yeah, she did? How did she have it comin’?” I pressed harder on his face, eliciting another squeal from him.
“She knew it was our turf, but she kept fuckin’ with us, man.”
“Whose turf?”
“Kings!”
I scowled. The 719 Kings were a pain in the ass gang who’d recently graduated from being street thugs to picking up any crumbs the Beast threw their way in Monument.
“You jumped in?” I asked.
