Page 68 of Bozo

He lets out a bitter laugh. "You can't be serious. No one finds Dragomir unless he wants to be found. He's like a ghost."

I slam him against the wall again, my patience wearing thin. "Wrong answer. Where. Is. He?"

The man winces, fear flashing in his eyes. "I swear, I don't know. He moves around and never stays in one place for long.”

I step back, my fists clenched at my sides. Every fiber of my being wants to beat this man to a pulp, to make him feel even a fraction of the pain Gráinne felt. But I know we need to be smart about this.

"Now, where’s your brother, Étienne?" Pyro asks, his voice cold. "That’s someone you’ll know the location of."

He shakes his head, his eyes wide and full of fear. “I do not know,” he lies.

Pyro grins wickedly, stepping forward and pulling out his gun. He cocks it, pointing it at the fucker’s head. “You have one chance. You tell me where Étienne is, or I pull this trigger.”

The man's eyes widen in terror as he stares down the barrel of Pyro's gun. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his breath comes in short, panicked gasps. But he doesn’t answer Pyro. He stares ahead, his breathing choppy and his eyes wide.

“So be it,” Pyro growls and pulls the trigger.

The gun clicks, empty. The man flinches violently, a whimper escaping his lips. Pyro's face twists into a cruel smile.

"That was your free pass," he says, his voice dangerously low. "Next time, it won't be empty. Now, where's Étienne?"

Once again, he doesn’t answer the question, but he does speak. “Would you give up your brother?” he asks, his voice trembling. “No,” he answers himself. “Neither would I. So do it. End me. I do not care. You’ll never find Étienne or Dragomir.” The stupid grin on his face is enough to piss me off. “Don’t worry, that whore of a doctor will get what’s coming to her. No matter what you do, you won’t be able to keep her safe. We’ll findher, and when we do, they’re going to enjoy raping and killing her.”

The gun sounds off once again. This time, Pyro didn’t give him a warning. The bullet sinks between his eyes. He’s dead before he even realizes the bullet was fired.

The man's body crumples to the ground, a small trickle of blood running down his forehead. The alley falls silent, the echo of the gunshot fading away.

I stare at the corpse, a mixture of shock and anger coursing through me. Part of me is glad the bastard is dead, but another part knows this complicates things.

"Fuck, Pyro," Wrath hisses, glancing around nervously. "What happened to keeping him alive?"

Pyro's face is a mask of cold fury as he lowers his gun. "He crossed a line," he says simply, his voice devoid of emotion. "No one threatens one of ours like that and lives."

My anger is palpable. I want to find that motherfucking Étienne. He won’t get a chance to hurt Gráinne. I’ll kill that motherfucker before he even gets the chance. I’m going to hunt him the fuck down.

But killing this bastard means we've lost our only lead.

"What now?" I ask, looking at Pyro.

He holsters his gun, his expression grim. "Now we clean this up and regroup. We might not have gotten everything we wanted, but we know more than we did before."

"We need to find Étienne. It might be our only chance to get to Dragomir," I say, my anger coursing through me. Fucker died to protect that bastard Étienne.

Pyro nods, his face grim. "Agreed. But we need to be smart about this. We need more intel on the Revenant. We need to know where the fuck they’re holed up."

"We'll need to find the location, then figure out our approach and scout it before we go in," Wrath says. “The last thing weneed to be doing is going into a trap. But first, we need to find Étienne.”

I nod, my mind already racing with possibilities. "And we need to keep the women safe. If they find out she's with us..."

"We'll increase security at the clubhouse," Pyro assures me. "No one gets in or out without us knowing."

As we make our way back to our bikes, I feel a mixture of emotions swirling inside me. Anger at what's been done to Gráinne, fear for her safety, and a grim determination to end this threat once and for all.

"You okay, brother?" Wrath asks as we mount our bikes.

I take a deep breath, my hands gripping the handlebars tightly. "I will be," I say, "once we put an end to this and Gráinne is safe."

Right now, I just want to get back to the clubhouse and make sure that my woman is okay. I need to see with my own eyes that she’s alive and breathing.

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