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He reels off some shithole downtown, and Cash sends a crew to check it out as I continue to circle him. “Not hearin’ anythin’ new, Oswald.”

“Mississippi,” he sputters. “Disciples.”

I frown. “Disciples? What is that, an MC?” I’ve never heard of them, but Bane, the MC Prez over there for the Ridgehaven Hellions MC, Mississippi, definitely will have.

“No— not an MC?—”

“Mafia?” I slap him again. “Spit it out, we haven’t got all day.”

“They’re wannabe gangsters, but not like the mafia.”

“White trash,” I hear Rock mutter from somewhere behind. “Too many trailer trash gangs all up the Mississippi border, stretchin’ into Alabama, then there’s the hoods.”

“Not hoods,” Oswald stammers. “Disciple Lords have been keepin’ a low profile for a while now, and tryin’ to move into Cut City territory, you just happened to get to us before they did.”

Cash comes closer, clearly this is news to him. We’ve got connections everywhere, including our allies, the Irish mafia right here in New Orleans. Big Papa who runs the underworld and knows every drug lord in town, including the MexicanCartel, who still owe us a favor. But none of us were expecting this.

If Bane knew they were a threat to the MC, he would’ve been in contact. The Ridgehaven Hellions is located outside of Jackson, but the MC have a second clubhouse in a cigar shop they own called Cigar Haven so they keep on top of everything that’s going on with their arch rivals; the Jackson Skeletons MC.

I’m up in his face. “Anythin’ else you forgot to tell us?”

“No— I swear it.”

“Could’ve just said that in the beginin’,” I go on. “Would’ve saved a whole lotta angst, on your part.”

“W— what are you gonna do? I told you what I know!”

“You don’t expect us to just let you go?” Tag gruffs, arms folded over his chest. “Doesn’t work like that, asshole.”

“B— but?—”

“What’s all of this got to do with snoopin’ around my ol’ lady's house?” I don’t miss the arch eyebrows in tandem from Tag and Harlem, but choose to ignore it.

Ryder comes to stand next to me, nothing like intimidation tactics to get this piece of shit flapping his gums. He presses his lips together. “Think we’re gonna have to resort to more desperate measures.”

“Think you’re right,” I agree.

“No… no, wait!” Oswald protests.

I rough him by the scruff of the neck. “Last chance!”

“She was a person of interest, as all of the women of the MC are, they’re the weak point.”

Hearing his words makes my skin crawl. “What the fuck?”

“Gotta understand, The Boss wanted it that way,” Oswald goes on.

“But he’s dead,” Ryder says. “So who’s in charge now?”

“Nobody official, but those that got away want revenge,” he sputters.

“Includin’ you?” Harlem piques an eyebrow.

“No, I’m just one of the guards, nobody important. They won’t even miss me?—”

“That’s good then.” I smirk. “Looks like you just dug your own grave.”

“That’s not what I meant! I was doin’ what they told me to do. Watch the girl, track her movements.”

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