Page 2 of Allegiance

Teague LaVere.

Now, the only thing that was standing in his way was the annoying Jagger Armstrong.

God.

That Marine had been a pain in his ass for the longest time, dating back to them being in Columbia for the mission that put him and Micah in El Gato’s path.

And he was still that same pain in the ass.

BIG-TIME.

And that didn’t appear to be changing anytime soon—which was a pity for him.

Hell!

He had to do something about it. There had to be a way to figure it out too.

He was tired of being hunted by an angry Marine.

The bottom line was that it was getting old.

What Chevy had learned was that the chase was only fun if you were the one doing the chasing.

It sucked the other way around. When you were the one being hunted, that was a huge-ass problem.

And for him, it had posed an issue.

Every time that he started to dig in and plant roots to build his business empire, Jagger Armstrong, the grieving husband, cut him off.

Holy shit.

The guy was annoying as all hell.

When he went into a bar to buy up mercenaries, five minutes later, a Hunter arrived.

When he kidnapped some women, his cargo was hijacked, and the women were set free.

When he started a meth lab in the middle of the swamp to get some capital going, someone blew it the fuck up.

Oh, he knew who that someone was in all of those situations.

The one, the only...

Captain Jagger Armstrong, or as the city called him, Mikey O’.

God.

Damn.

It.

The man was everywhere, and he was gunning for him just because they blew his wife to pieces. To be honest, something he didn’t like to do, he wasn’t even the one who blew her up.

That had to have been Micah.

Only, he’d taken the credit, and spread the word thinking they’d be dead at some point.

Still, Jagger Armstrong was pissy.

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