AN: "The Ryan" asked why Caleb got Ryan so fast... well the man had a gun pointed at him lol... also the story is happening fast because I don't have a lot of time to write these days. If I get time I could do a re-write.

"Lonnie" It is fiction... Caleb has 100 dollar bills in his wallet... get 10 in there... boom u have a 1000. Plus 1000 is like pennies to a rich man like that :) hehe

"Candy" I thought I caught all that... I am only human lol. But thanks. I'll fix it when I can. :)

Thanks for the reviews! Like I said if I get more time to write, then I will do a re-write. But I hope you enjoy what I can write in the mean time. Also all ideas will help me when I do eventually re-write the thing lol. I work 2 jobs and help with my cousins kids and the house(since they let me live here lol) So writing time is cut to almost notta! Anyway...on with the story.

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"Let me make a call to my bank." Caleb said. "How much are you asking for?" He said picking up the phone. John was still holding Ryan and he thought about that.

"A million." He stated. Caleb nodded and dialed a number.

"Yes Marcy, Caleb here, and I know it is the end of the day but I need a million dollars taken out of my account for a new business deal." Caleb stated into the phone. John then went over and picked up the other phone in the room. Ryan saw Caleb's eyes widen and before he could hang up John heard what was on the other end.

"Do you need help sir? Is this an emergency." Ryan even heard the voice. He had tried to call for help. John hung up the phone and pointed his gun at Caleb.

"You just made a big mistake." John said through clenched teeth. Ryan wasn't sure what to do.

"Dad don't kill him." Ryan said but it sounded more like a beg. John looked at him.

"Son, killing him would be to easy." He said and Ryan saw that look in his eyes. He struggled to get free. "You can't run." He said. John was a big guy at 6'4" and being in prison he had plenty of time to work out. Ryan stopped struggling.

"Let him go." Caleb said and John just laughed. Caleb couldn't believe he was defending this kid, who an hour before he would have kicked out faster then a jackrabbit on steroids. But having a gun pointed at you can change your views on things apparently. Now he just wondered how Ryan turned out so well seeing what he grew up with.

"You are in no position to tell me what to do." John sneered. "Reach in my front pocket Ryan." John said because he didn't want to take his hand off his gun or Ryan. Ryan did so and pulled out a roll of duct tape. "Now. I am going to let you go and you are going to tape his hands and feet together. If you try anything stupid you both will die." John stated and Ryan nodded. "Take a seat." He said to Caleb. Caleb did it with out a fight. He knew the man was serious. John then let Ryan go and Ryan did as he was told.

"I'm sorry." Ryan whispered to Caleb.

"It's not you're fault." Caleb whispered back. Again Ryan was confused. When he was done Ryan stood up and with out missing a beat his father grabbed him again.

"Now. We need to teach Richie Rich how we do things in our family." John said. "He tried to deceive me so what happens?" John asked Ryan. This was it. Ryan knew what was coming and he couldn't stop it. He waited.

"What is he talking about Ryan?" Caleb asked. Ryan looked over at him and just shook his head.

"In our family people who deceive get punished but since you are new at this..." He trailed off and hit Ryan across the face once again, then swiftly hit him in the stomach. Ryan hunched over in pain. John let him fall to the ground.

"Hey! Stop that!" Caleb yelled but John ignored him. He continued to beat up Ryan. While he was on the ground John gave him a few swift kicks to the mid-section. Then he rolled him on to his stomach and pulled his left arm behind his back and pulled up upwards. Ryan was grunting in pain. There was a snap. Ryan then yelled out in agony. John then got up and sat on the couch. Ryan rolled himself on to his side and cradled his arm. Caleb could see tears running down the boys face. Caleb was floored on how this man treated his son. He watched as Ryan was trying to get into a sitting position.

"You see, that's how we deal with people who lie and deceive in my family." John said coldly.

"You're a very disturbed man." Caleb said calmly looking right into his eyes. John just chuckled. Ryan was now sitting up against the wall with his swollen arm cradled against his chest and his face bleeding. This is what Ryan went though all the time Caleb thought. He finally had an understanding of what Sandy had tried to tell him so many times before.

"What's the number to your bank, I'll dial the number." John stated. Caleb sighed.

"555-0245" Caleb stated andJohn dialed. John heard the teller on the other end and put the phone to Caleb's ear.

"You know what I can do." John whispered. Caleb told the clerk what he needed and said he would be there soon to get it. John then hung up the phone and cut Caleb's feet loose.

"We are going for a ride." John said and hauled Ryan up by his right arm. Ryan grunted in pain. "Walk." Caleb started to walk and John pulled Ryan who could barely keep up. John opened up the back door to his beat up truck and pushed Ryan in. Once on the floor he told Caleb to handcuff Ryan's wrist to the bottom of the chair. His own hands still bound Caleb did it.

"It will be ok kid." He said and John then told Caleb to get in the front.

"No funny business because the kid will get hurt again." John stated and drove off. This was bound to be a fun ride.