"What kinda fucking shit is that? I'm not a full member, but I gotta obey full rules?" I should have known that Rondy wouldn't back down. I could see him facing three of them.
The reply came from someone older with a deeper voice. "You want to keep your fucked-up head on your shoulders, you'll do what you're told. Word is the Riots got hold of you, but you look good as new, not a scratch. You throwin' our shit on the hood?"
How could the guy not notice the discoloration from bruises on the kid's face? Then I realized it was dark and the idiot probably couldn't see them.
Rondy took a step closer to the guy doing the talking and his voice rose. "You callin' me a traitor?"
"You ain't dead and word is that several Riots are. You helpin' another gang we don't know about?" A hard push to Rondy's chest coincided with the words.