Page 109 of Vengeance

A few of the men from behind him grab him and tie his hands behind his back even as he struggles. They knock him onto the ground and quickly tie his ankles together, and a range of emotions wash over his face. They change from confusion to anger to humor.

“Oh, I see. You worked out a deal without me.”

“Actually, your Irish head of whatever fucking organization you are a part of offered you up. Dimitri for you, and then we're square. The bullshit tantrum you guys keep throwing stops, and we stop taking your men out by the hundreds,” Jennings says and looks to the men holding O'Malley up. “Is that still the plan, boys?”

A redhead who stands only about five foot eight nods his head. “That's what we've been told.”

“You have such obedient men,” Colt says. “It's kind of ironic, isn't it? You sent men to die as warnings, and they did it because they blindly followed your orders. I doubt they ever even questioned you, did they? Now, they get orders to hand you over to us to do whatever the fuck we want to do to you, and they follow them. Still, I doubt the man who looks like he's late to guard his pot of gold questioned the order given to him. Am I right?”

“Fuck you!” the man shouts.

“What's your plan for me?” O'Malley asks, and the smile on his face unnerves Jennings. He almost looks excited.

Psycho bounces on the balls of his feet while Waylon and TK take over holding Dimitri by his arms. “Oh, motherfucker, you've given me so much time to come up with a plan. A hell of a plan. And I'm itching to get you back to the clubhouse like a kid about to walk into a goddamned candy store. It's gonna be so much fun to play out.”

“What are all these assholes here for? To help?”

Jennings shakes his head. “No, we're the only ones who get you. They're here to make sure you didn't get orders to go back on the deal.”

“You have trust issues, I see,” O'Malley says and continues to chuckle.

“Yeah, I fucking do.”

“Are we good to make the exchange?” the redhead asks.

Jennings smirks. “One last condition.”

“That's not part of the deal.”

“Well, I'm improvising.”

Rolling his eyes, he shakes his head. “What?”

“Stop helping Christian from the Clam Bake.”

O'Malley laughs. “He paid us a shit ton of money to help him feel secure when he tormented strippers. What kind of man needs backup to torment fucking strippers? It was free money.”

“I'm good with that,” the redhead says. “I don't like him anyway. He's a fucking creep.”

“Then we're good,” Jennings says and grabs Dimitri from Waylon and TK, gripping his arm.

He takes O'Malley's arm as the redhead takes Dimitri's other arm. Staring one another down, they release their man and slowly walk back to their respective groups, holding their claimed prizes. Their eye contact doesn't break until they're about one hundred feet apart, and the Irish load up Dimitri who just looks at Jennings with betrayal before taking off as quickly as possible through the sea of men.

Jennings turns to O'Malley while TK and VP holds him. “You fucked up going after the Drifters. But you fucked up worse by going after Drifter women. We're going to have a lot of fucking fun with you. I don't think you'll find it quite as fun, though.”

Psycho laughs and continues to bounce as they drag him to the truck, waiting to bring him to the clubhouse. “Diego, I'd like to introduce you to Jennings.”

“I was really hoping to take out these bastards,” a surprisingly small man says and shakes Jennings's hand.

Diego has slicked back jet-black hair, and he can't be much taller than five foot six. Considering he seems to be in charge of one of the most lucrative and dangerous organizations in the world, he'd have expected the man to be bigger. Undertaker-size bigger.

“I'm kind of glad we didn't need to go that route. I want time to torture that motherfucker they just dragged back.”

“Thanks for coming, man. We didn't know what to expect,” Psycho says. “Better to be overprepared than under.”

Laughing, Diego nods. “I don't think we're quite even yet, so you still have credit with me, Todd. I'm going to stick around with a few of my top men and treat them to the strip club tonight.”

“You'll love these women. One calls herself The Cobra Wrangler, and she doesn't play with reptiles.”

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