Page 125 of Bronco

He’s out there somewhere. It’s typical that Vince would run like the coward he is. I hope he rots in fucking Hell.

“Holy shit.”

“This got anythin’ to do with your sister-in-law’s disappearance?”

I shake my head. “No. Completely unrelated.”

Brew looks unimpressed, and it’s the first time I’ve noticed he’s shoved off his cut and is wearing a holster. Two guns either side of his chest look about as menacing as him.

“Well, let’s just hope he doesn’t even think about stopping here anytime soon.” His eyes meet mine. “I don’t miss.”

I’m still sitting, trying to get my head around all of this. Titan makes a noise and I kiss the top of his head. I want to call Bronco, but I know he’ll be riding and he’ll think something’s wrong if he gets a missed call. I mean, something is wrong, but that’s not the point.

“I believe you.”

“Any chance at all you think he’d try and find you?”

“For revenge before he goes to jail?” I hug myself. “Absolutely.”

“Fuck.”

“Though, I don’t know where he’d start looki?—”

“They had an elaborate set up, you’d be surprised what these fuckers can find out with very little information.”

“I’m not even on social media,” I whisper. “There’s no way.”

“Still. This ain’t good.”

“Did you tell Cash?”

“Not yet. I told my brother, he’s gonna tell him and then we’re gonna find the fucker before the cops do.”

I frown. “But you don’t even know him.”

He stares at me. “You saw what he did to those women and children. I’m guessin’ he did that to you, too? Took you against your will?”

I can barely get any words out when I say, “Yes, I had no choice. I was a child. My brother was supposed to take care of me.”

A few moments go by, and I see the concern in his eyes. Maybe a little for me, and all those people he doesn’t even know. Then it clicks. Bronco told me something years ago about Brew. He had a woman, and he lost her. She died because she was trafficked. He was never able to find her.

“You’re a good guy,” I say, not exactly sure why I say it out loud.

He snorts. “Why’d you say that?”

“Because I know you are. I can sense it.”

His nostrils flair. “I hope they all burn in Hell.”

“They will.” I squeeze his forearm. He looks down at my hand. It’s like he’s unable to fathom human touch or something. “Good will always trump evil, every single time.”

“What about those that don’t live to tell the tale? Where do they go?”

“I’m sorry,” I breathe. “About your…” I can’t even bring myself to say the words.

Brew is one of the toughest, meanest men I know, yet he’s standing here in my tiny house, looking like he wants to take on the world. “It was a long time ago.” He looks away for a long moment, then comes back to glare at me.

“You’ll see her again.”

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