Page 100 of Bronco

“So she can get snatched?” Tag barks. “That's how you get your kicks? Stalkin’ women and children to get back at us when they didn’t even do shit?”

For all of Tag’s grumpiness, he sure as shit has his priorities in order. We all know Oswald is a dead man, it’s just a matter of how much we can squeeze out of him.

“Wasn’t gonna touch her, or the kid!” he wails.

“The kid?” Ryder looks at me.

“Amber’s niece,” I tell him.

Ryder doesn’t even flinch, striking Oswald in the throat with one punch. “Fucker.”

Oswald chokes and gags, gasping for air. With his hands bound behind his back and his feet tied at the ankles, he’s got nowhere to go.

Harlem shakes his head. “Too bad you can’t learn your lessons in this life,” he says. “Never go after women and children.”

“End this now,” Cash barks, coming back into the warehouse. “I’ve heard enough of this shit.”

I step away for a second, moving toward Cash. “This makes no sense. Amber has nothin’ to do with any of this.”

“She’s attached to you.” Cash is seeing red, I can tell by the annoyed look on his face, and the way his head looks like it’s gonna explode. “That’s how.”

I palm the back of my neck. I didn’t exactly see it that way, but I just said out loud she was my ol’ lady. “I get that, but this just feels off.”

Cash grimaces. “Sent a crew to the location. If this asshole is tellin’ the truth then that’ll be that.”

“Too bad for them.”

“Damn straight.” Cash eyes our captive over my shoulder. “Don’t like this. Feels like we dropped the ball, but I’ll call Bane, find out what he knows.”

“They did a good job of keepin’ a low profile.”

I walk toward Oswald with Cash. “What do the Disciples have to do with any of this?” Cash demands.

“They’re the reason we attacked when we did and kidnapped that chick.” He’s referring to Audrina. “They want our turf. Apparently they made a deal with an MC in Mississippi, and that’s how they’re gettin’ so much traction so quickly, doin’ all their dirty work.”

“Bane’s gonna be thrilled. Big Papa won’t be happy about this either, or the Irish,” Ryder mutters.

“Fuck,” from Harlem.

“Can we cut him now?” Tag gripes. “I’m bored.”

Cash ignores them all. “That still doesn’t make sense why you and the other goons are stalkin’ the women of the MC. Are you workin’ both sides?”

Sheer terror crosses Oswald’s face. “What? No!”

“So we’re goin’ to believe all you want is revenge? You already tried that tact when one of our women was kidnapped,” Cash goes on. “So you thought you’d try again?”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” Ryder murmurs. “Right, Oswald?”

“No… it’s not like that. I don’t know what the others had planned, but some of the guys who got away want revenge. They’ve been cooped up like caged animals for months?—”

“So instead of tryin’ to be a decent human bein’, you thought you’d go back to old tricks?” I spit. “This time you just shoot to kill, right?”

“I don’t know what they were plannin’, I was just told to track movements. I don’t know what the others were gonna do, but there was talk of joinin’ ranks with the Disciples, and with that…”

“With that what?” I grip his shirt again.

“Comes a sacrifice.”

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