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"He didn't know who he was dealing with. The men weren't wearing their patches, and that house was supposed to be empty," I explained.
"There areconsequences to those types of situations," Jameson replied sternly.
Desperate to save Snare, I leaned forward and grabbed Jameson's hands. He tensed up, but I held on tighter. "Please, don't take him away from me. He's all I've got left. I'll do anything to save him. Just tell me what I need to do."
I began to sob uncontrollably, but Jameson eventually patted my hand and pulled away. "We're not going to kill him," he said firmly.
"What?" I sniffled, surprised by his response.
"We're not going to kill him, but he can't stay here," Jameson repeated.
I nodded, relieved that Snare's life was spared. Grim and Jameson exchanged a look, communicating with each other in a silent language that only they understood.
"I can get you to someone who can help you," Jameson said, "but you have to accept my conditions."
I nodded, feeling grateful for any help I could get. "Yes, but you have to let me see Snare one last time," I pleaded.
Jameson sighed, considering my request. "We'll see," he finally said.
He picked up the phone and a man's rich voice came through the speaker. "Hell, Jameson, it's good to hear from you, brother!"
"Knuckles, how you doin'?" Jameson replied.
"Well, it's definitely not Bastards territory, but they're still royals," Knuckles said with a chuckle.
Jameson's eyes met mine as he continued the conversation. "Listen, brother, I need your help."
"Whatever you need, Jameson. I owe you my life," Knuckles replied.
"I think Grim here would agree that we owe you ours too," Jameson said, looking at Grim.
"Hell, I'll always have your back, brother," Knuckles replied, his tone serious.
Grim took over the conversation. "Knuckles, we've got a girl here who needs to disappear. You think you can make that happen?"
"Who's the girl?" Knuckles asked.
"Her name is Catalina Solano," Grim replied.
"Why does that name sound familiar?" Knuckles asked.
"Because she's a politician's daughter. A dead politician," Grim explained.
"Ahhh, fuck. Okay, who am I disappearing her from?" Knuckles asked.
"Colombian mafia, El Colectivo," Grim said.
"Shit, brother," Knuckles said, taking a moment to process the information.
"She may not go alone," Jameson added, glancing at me.
"Whatcha got for me?" Knuckles asked.
My heart skipped a beat as hope seeped into it. I sat at the edge of my seat as I heard Jameson's decisions.
"He's a prospect," Jameson said, "stripped of his patches cause he did some bad shit. But I vouch for him."
Knuckles considered Jameson's words for a moment. "I can patch him over here if you want. We're always looking for Enforcers."
