Chapter 72: Because I Was an Ex-Prisoner

"I'm not telling you to surrender. Did you forget our deal?" Pierce Jackson gave a small shake of his head, his gaze fixed on Dustin Ford's livid face. "So, what's it gonna be-get on your knees or call me daddy?" "Kid, don't push your luck." Dustin's face darkened; a vein jumped at his temple. Kneel? Call him daddy? "You planning to weasel out of it?" Pierce narrowed his eyes, temper rising. He had never wanted to tangle with a pack of street punks. Dustin had pressed and pressed, even set...