Page 98 of Bronco

“Got my message.”

“Wait, I’m pretty sure that gang was taken out after we raided that shit hole in the bayou.” I remember it well, and so would Hustler since they nabbed Audrina.

“Well, clearly we didn’t get one of the assholes.”

“What you doin’ with him?”

“He’s at the warehouse.”

I scratch my head. “What’s this gotta do with?—”

“Prospect’s been makin’ sure all the club’s interests are protected, along with JJ, Bullet, Chains, Pipes and Bandit when they’re not workin’ elsewhere.”

“Okay.” I knew they did regular checkups, but I’m not prepared for what comes out of his mouth next.

“Pipes caught one of ’em sniffin’ around Amber’s place.”

My heart sinks into my stomach. “What the fuck?”

“Yeah, piece of shit won’t talk.”

I snort. “Oh, he’s gonna do some talkin’. I’ll meet you there. I’ll let Cash know I'm still at the clubhouse.”

“He won’t be far behind you.”

“Got it.”

I hop on my sled, fury running through my veins. So Titan was right. Some asshole was snooping around last night, andnow they’re back again during the day. I hope this piece of shit is ready to suffer, because the one thing I know how to do is get a man to talk.

“Not sure he’s the best person to be doin’ this,” Harlem mutters when I break another bone in this asswipe’s finger. So far, he’s on his third.

The howl that leaves him is pathetic. I slap his face, ignoring Harlem. There’s something about a slap, rather than a punch, that’s humiliating. “I’m only gonna ask you one more time, fuckface, and then I’m gonna cut your dick off. What were you doin’ at my woman’s place?”

He’s a mess; bloodied and beaten up. Before I arrived, Tag and Harlem fucked him up pretty bad, and I’ll admit, he’s taken quite the beating. “I can’t?—”

I sucker punch him in the guts. “Wrong answer.”

I go for his buckle, not envying the idea of touching his dick, but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

“Wait!” he cries. “I don’t know who sent me, but before the raid, some asshole was snoopin’ around, askin’ about club girls at the NOLA Rebels MC.”

My gaze shifts over to Cash without even moving my head. He’s livid. If there’s one thing he or anyone in this club can’t stand, it’s when assholes go for the women. You just don't do that shit. Women, kids and pets are off limits.

“Some asshole?” Harlem stands next to me, Tag by his side, as intimidating as fuck. I’m just glad they waited for me until the real torture began. “Which asshole?”

“I swear I don’t know! I got out of that shithole the night you raided it, slipped away from the pigs, too. I’ve been layin’ low downtown because now that The Boss is gone, the rest of us?—”

“The rest of you?” Tag pokes a finger in his face. “There are more?”

“Y— yeah, a couple of us got out.”

“Gonna need that address,” Harlem barks. “Now!”

“I’m literally dead if I?—”

I snap another finger and he wails. “Not lookin’ good for you now, Oswald, better rethink your next answer if you ever wanna use those fingers again. Next I move to kneecaps.”

“No!”

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