Page 8 of Allegiance

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“Welcome to my little hidey-hole, pumpkin. I’d offer you some refreshments, but you’ve been a huge pain in my ass,” he said, punching him in the stomach.

Jagger braced for it.

“Oh, did you give up since I blew up your precious Major a few months ago?”

Cruz laughed.

All the while, Jagger said nothing.

He refused to give him the satisfaction.

“I bet you wish she was around to save your ass, Jagger. We all know you were only as good as your Major. She was the driving force, and you were nothing but a love-sick puppy who followed her around. What are you going to do now that you can’t rely on her to save your ass?”

He did speak this time.

“You don’t say?” he asked.

Chevy was ecstatic as he patted Cruz on the back.

“This gets you a raise,” he said.

Cruz smiled.

“Gracias, Mi Amigo.”

The man now running the show was curious about how the other guy had pulled it off.

This was huge.

“How?” he asked.

Cruz explained.

“We caught them trying to infiltrate one of your businesses to get to me. We thought you’d like to have them as…souvenirs.”

He laughed.

Oh, this was a perfect day.

Chevy was in his glory as he walked among the four hanging men.

“More Hunters?” he asked.

The man nodded.

“Si! We have two Native men, and one who we believe was once a Fed,” he said, pointing at Zayn Thundercloud, Boone Savage, and Dakota Rakin. “They got sloppy, and we delivered.”

Well, this was going to be fun.

Honestly, Chevy had been waiting for this day.

All that remained was that he needed to decide what to do with his arch nemesis now that he had him exactly where he wanted him.

In.

His.

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