Page 4 of Fall into Savagery

Joseph fucking Wright.

I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall nearby, bringing my face close to his until our noses touched.

“You must have a death wish,” I said, my tone low. I knew he heard me though. “Messing with the Bratva.”

Joseph’s eyes widened. He recognized me on sight.

“W-what are you talking about?” he asked.

I pulled my arm back and clipped him on the side of his jaw.

He fell back with a cry.

It didn’t take long for my men to contain the rest of the Blood Nation Sinners.

I grabbed the back of Joseph’s neck and pushed him toward Maxim, who was standing nearby with ropes. I turned my attention back to Joseph. The fucker seemed too subdued for my liking.

“Fifteen minutes,” I told Maxim.

He was going to give me fifteen minutes to ransack this whole place, looking for anything that might lead me to Damien, and if I couldn’t find anything, I would be personally interrogating every single one of them.

“W-wait,” Joseph stuttered out. I turned toward him, ignoring the slight ache in my side from when he body-slammed me to the ground.

“What?” I asked, walking up to him.

He flinched and retreated, only stopping when his back hit the wall.

“We don’t mess with the Bratva. We know better than to do anything to you guys. I don’t know why you think that, but I’m sure it’s just a misunde—”

He cried when I gut-punched him.

He doubled over, and still, it did nothing to make me feel better. Damien had been missing for three days now, going on four.

Mikhail was working like a man obsessed, while Gabriel went to Texas, and Catalina—

Fuck.

I closed my eyes.

Catalina hadn’t spoken a word since we found out the Blood Nation Sinners had him.

She was nothing more than a shell of her former self, worse than when we first found her and grabbed her from the streets.

“Misunderstanding?” I asked, walking up to Joseph. I grabbed him by his shirt until he looked me in the eyes. “Are you saying myBrigadiermade a mistake? That he didn’t see members of the fucking Blood Nation Sinners work with a traitor?”

Joseph swallowed; his sunken blue eyes shifted about above his pale skin. He shook his head. “Not my men. We know better than to mess with the Bratva. We paid our dues to you for letting us use the street. We kept our word. We don’t involve ourselves with the work of the Bratva, and we only recruit where we are allowed to recruit.”

I wrapped my hand around his neck, squeezing a little. Panic flared in his eyes. “We had a group of people walk out on the gang,” he gasped.

I narrowed my eyes at him. It surprised me that he even let his men walk out. When you’re in, you’re fucking in.

I lessened my grip marginally. “When?”

“A couple of months back. We’re still trying to find them.”

I kept my eyes on his face, trying to gauge whether he was telling the truth. I tightened my grip around his neck. He made a small choking noise but didn’t fight back.

When his skin took on a purple hue, I let him go. He fell to the ground, coughing.

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