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TIGER

Tiger putthe phone on speaker so all of the men gathered could hear. “May I ask whom I’m speaking with?” he asked.

“Well, sounds like someone with some sense finally got on the phone,” Vincent said. “My name is Vincent Moreno, and yours?”

“Colton Bridger,” Tiger replied.

“Of the Bridger Foundation?”

“The very same.”

“Ahh, the Lords seem to have very powerful friends, I see,” Vincent said. “It won’t matter.”

“I didn’t catch everything you said to his brother, mind repeating?” Tiger said.

“Sure, it’s simple. The little shit brother stole my card and went on his happy-ass shopping spree. Stole a hundred and fifteen thousand dollars from me. Now normally, I’d just put a fucking bullet between his eyes. But I’m a businessman and see an opportunity here. So, I’m going to put his ass and mouth to work in my brothel. And once I get my money’s worth out of him, I’ll let him go.”

“You have to know that’s unacceptable,” Tiger said.

“It’s going to have to be.”

Jimmy walked up. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Who the fuck are you?” Vincent asked.

“I’m the president of the Lords and you have someone very dear to us. So, let’s work something out,” Jimmy said.

Vincent scoffed. “I’ve already told you how we’re going to work this out.”

“We can pay you back,” Ze said. Jimmy slapped him, which silenced him as the sting of the slap caught him by surprise.

“Shut the fuck up, Ze,” Jimmy told him.

“Yes, shut the fuck up, Ze,” Vincent repeated in a mocking tone.

“Let’s negotiate,” Jimmy said.

“See, it’s not about paying me back, even with interest. It’s about the principle of the matter. I have to make an example out of him. I could kill him, or beat him to within an inch of his life and leave him a fucking vegetable for however long he’ll have left. Or, I can go with plan C, which is my brothel. However, those are the only options here. I’m going to keep him until I make my money back and then some. But don’t worry, he’ll be well taken care of. He won’t be abused; I don’t believe in damaging my property. He’ll have his own bedroom, three meals a day, and even a little spending cash. He makes himself a hot commodity, he’ll get more perks. But if at any time you try to take him away from me by force, I will kill you and your entire fucking club. He stole from me, that’s one offense I’m willing to overlook for this opportunity… I won’t tolerate another,” Vincent said.

“Let us call you back,” Jimmy said.

“No need. I’m just telling you what will happen to pretty Zindel here. I don’t need you to call me back,” Vincent said.

“I’m coming for my brother!” Ze roared.

“Come for him then, but you better bring your entire fucking club and when you do, know that the Castiello family will be waiting,” Vincent said, then hung up.

“Motherfucker!” Ze yelled.

“We have to go and get him,” Snoopy said.

“Fuck yeah,” Wolf agreed.

“No one fucking does a damn thing. Now shut the fuck up and let me think,” Jimmy snapped, then walked over to the bar, leaning on it.

“What’s there to think about?” Ze asked. “He has my fucking brother and wants to make him a whore. Look, we have the money, let's just give it back.”

“He doesn’t want the money, Ze. He wants to make an example out of Zindel,” Jimmy said.