In a supermax prison somewhere in the heart of Texas we see a man sitting inside his cell waiting for the phone he ordered. He was a six-foot-tall man with corded muscle wrapped around every inch of his body. His face was covered by long shaggy blond hair and a horseshoe mustache, both with gray streaks threaded throughout. There was not an inch of body from shoulders down that did not contain a tattoo or scar.
This man was named Jebediah Isaacs, and he was the founder of The Hounds. He was the man that had singlehandedly built an empire out of blood and violence.
He had gotten word that one of his men had gone against orders and started a war with The Crypts and to say he was angry would be an understatement.
*Knock*
*Knock*
“Here’s your order boss.” A guard said before sliding the phone through the meal slot and waiting outside the door to take it away when the man was done.
“Thank you, brother.” Jebediah told his subordinate. He proceeded to call another of his subordinates, the wayward Charity.
*Dial tone*
The call was picked up and a woman’s voice came out of the speaker, “I know. I know. But they attacked me in my own home. My own home Pops. I can’t let that disrespect go.”
“You will let it go for the good of the pack and that’s an order.” The man ordered.
“You’re not out on the streets. You don’t know what it’s like anymore.” The woman countered.
“I don’t know the streets?” *Laughs* “I’ve known the streets longer than you’ve been alive. Hell, I laid the f*cking asphalt.” The man immediately refuted.
Charity immediately backpedaled knowing that Jebediah would only tolerate so much, “I meant no disrespect. It’s just that tension has been ratcheting up lately and the boys need to let off some steam. If I did not move on this disrespect, they would have rioted.”
“I don’t care, it’s your job to keep your pack in line. Just as it is my job to keep my pack in line. If you cannot do your job, I will do mine and find one who can. Is that clear?” Jebediah asked.
“I’m sorry Pops, but I can’t look weak and let this go. Not if I am to be alpha one day.”
“You have a fundamental misunderstanding of what it means to be alpha.” Jebediah sighed out, disappointed in the woman he had been grooming as his replacement.
“Maybe it is you who no longer understands what it means to be alpha.” Charity let slip out before she could catch herself.
“Watch yourself girlie.” He growled before calming down and sighing in disappointment. ”I think that we are done here. Follow your alpha’s orders or I will send your replacement.”
*Click*
“Brother the phone.” Jebediah told the guard waiting outside before holding out the phone.
Just when the guard was about to take the phone, it rang.
“Who is this?” Jebediah angrily asked as he called others, not the other way around.
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“Nobody.” A man’s smooth baritone responded.
“Well Odysseus, can’t say I’m not curious about what you want?” Jebediah responded in a tone somewhere between anger and curiosity.
The response came from the phone oozing charisma, “I want you to cut Charity and her men loose.”
“Oh, and why would I do that?” Jebediah asked in a simple tone.
The response was simple, “We both know that she will not follow your orders.”
“You know my orders how?” The gang leader inquired.
“The same way I know they will not be followed. I studied you and Charity. There are two traits that took you from small time thug to an emperor of crime, discipline and restraint. Those traits are the same reasons that keep you in a cage for ten years while your pack flourishes due to it. You sacrificed ten years and are planning to sacrifice ten more, while she can’t even let go of a small piece of her pride. She does not deserve to even be a member of the pack, let alone the future alpha.” The voice explained.
“I see your logic, but a pack member she is all the same. We shall handle it if and, I mean if, she does not follow orders.”
“You send your men in, and it will be seen as an escalation. Dominic will send in men as well and the very war we seek to avoid will occur. Even if he does not, your pack member will have to in all likelihood slaughter their brothers and sisters. Let us handle the matter and clean up both sides. You and Dominic can send in your replacements for local leader afterwards. They both are skirting the edge of breaking the treaty with our organization and will pretty quickly when the war does start. A puddle of blood or an ocean, you decide.” The voice stated before waiting for a response.
After several minutes of silence he got one, “She is kin no longer, but if she suffers so too do you.”
“I thank you for doing this in the name of peace.”
*Click*
“Gabriel take the phone and send word that the Detroit chapter is no longer kin” Jebediah told the guard, before laying on his bed and proceeding to stare at the ceiling in thought.
***
After my phone call I walked back into my hotel room where Brogan and I were planning our operation in Detroit. This arrangement with Brogan only took three weeks to benefit me, this was my first gang war.
“What’d he say?” Brogan asked me.
“She’s excommunicated” I told her. My improved charm speech is ever useful after all.
Brogan then told me about her phone call, “So is Reggie, Dominic agreed after pointing out that Reggie was too emotional about his brother and would lose him a lot of blood and money. War would lose him even more.”
“That settles it then. Want to make it a competition. Loser buys dinner?” I offered with a grin on my face.
“Sounds good to me. Let’s time it so we can do it one at a time and have each other on standby just in case though.” Brogan said agreeing.
“It’s a deal then. I want The Crypts though, that alright?” I asked, arranging the matches.
Brogan finally had a grin to match my own, “I was going to call The Hounds anyway. You are so going down.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” My grin getting ever so slightly bigger.
That got me a small laugh from my companion, “Sorry but I’m not into the less fair sex, especially cocky ones.”
“Ladies love my cock…iness” I stated with a laugh of my own.
“How about the black veins?” She immediately countered.
“It’s a tougher sell, but some do dig it though.” I admitted.
“Yeah, the blind.” Brogan throwing in one last jab before we got back to planning our respective fights.
Current Equipment:
Head:
[The Black Wasp Jackal’s Face]
Earrings:
[]
Necklace:
[The Energy Baron’s Stomach]
Clothes:
[]
Rings:
[The Mentalism Ring]
[Succubus’ Kiss]
[Mena’s Book]
Bracelets:
[]
Shoes:
[]
Armaments:
[Sense Cane]
[Holy Straight Razor]
Storage:
[Various Essences]
[Chi Organ]
[Spirit Shards]
[Various Murder Weapons]
[Green Thumb]
[Glass Eye]
[Kraken Components]