Page 120 of Outcast

I'd had drinks with him before I started to distance myself from the Dirty Dogs. He was crouched behind a bush, trying to shoot at the windows, probably just hoping to catch someone.

Without an ounce of regret, I shot him, execution style.

We moved around the perimeter, picking off a small group.

They didn't look like they made it inside. Anton was running along the roof, and some of my brothers’ men were right there with us, clearing them out. Until the threat was almost gone.

As far as we could tell, there was one lone man standing.

Tad. He was a fuckup. A big one. Javier always complained about how much money Tad lost the Dirty Dogs. But Javier was fond of Tad’s mother, so he never kicked him out.

The Dirty Dogs had always been strange like that. They cared about people. Valued family. It was a weird attractionthat I'd wanted to figure out. At the time, it had been like nothing I'd ever experienced before.

I raised my gun, but Rita placed her hand on my arm. I glanced at her, and she shook her head.

"We need him." Then she turned and shot the fucker in the back of the knee. He screamed, falling to his ass, but not letting go of his weapon.

"Shit," I muttered, adjusting myself. And just because I still had rage sitting in my stomach, I shot his hand, and he finally dropped his gun.

"Call them. Let them know we're here." Rita walked up to Tad, aiming her gun at his face. "Well, Tad. Looks like we have a bit of an issue, don't we?"

"Rita," he gasped, flopping between trying to cup his hand and tuck his knee to his chest. Failing on both accounts as he wailed.

Esteban tucked his gun in his waistband and yanked Tad off the ground. "You're the last one standing. Guess what that means?"

"That he gets to be our plaything." Parker opened the door before I even had a chance to pull out my phone. His eyes glittered as he crossed his arms and leaned against the frame.

His signature smirk was nowhere in sight. My baby brother was pissed.

"He's lucky Cossette is sleeping, or he'd be in a world of pain."

Grey appeared behind him, moving him out of the way with the back of his hand. "What are you talking about? He's in for a world of pain anyway. Just not upstairs. We have a room specifically designed for that."

Then Amorette stormed out, wearing one of their T-shirts. She could have been naked underneath since it covered her like a dress. Appearing like a kid wearing her dad's shirt also took away from her anger.

"Sorry, this one is mine." Amorette ducked under their arms as they tried to catch her.

"Amorette," Rita breathed as she caught Amorette up in a tight hug.

"Rita!" Amorette exclaimed, squeezing her arms tight around Rita's neck. Without her heels, Rita didn't tower over Amorette how she usually did. "What's wrong? Why are you shaking?"

"It's a long story," Rita said with a shaky laugh. "I'd love to tell you all about it, but I have to get names out of Tad."

"Tad." Amorette glared at Tad in Esteban's grip. He still moaned as his bad leg was raised off the ground and his bloodied hand was clutched against his chest. "I'll help you. Lafe is with Cossette and Andre is in there now too. Nothing will wake her up."

"Rita, don't do this."

"Shut up," she hissed, pulling halfway out of Amorette's embrace. "Your time for sympathy ended the second you teamed up with Due."

"Come on, Esteban." Parker waved a hand. "Let's get him into our special room."

Esteban grunted and carted Tad like he didn't weigh anything. That was one strong little fucker. Not that he was small, but damn, he was almost a decade younger than me. It still took some getting used to.

Amorette and Rita walked inside, arm in arm, their heads bent close together as they whispered furiously to one another.

"Well?" Grey asked as I followed after them.

"Well what?"

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