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“Fuck you. No tengo que decirte una mierda.” I ain’t gotta tell you shit. “Call the policia and have me arrested. I don’t care, just get me out of here!” he yelled.
“Sorry son.” Silas shook his head. “We don’t call the cops, we deal with shit like this on our own.”
“Maldito infierno!” the man shouted as Rambo did in fact, start eating his way up his pant leg. “Get this motherfucker away from me and I’ll talk. Yo hablaré.”
“Nah, that don’t work for me, talk first and we’ll put Rambo away in his pen,” Silas told him.
“Fine, my name is Oscar Ortez and I don’t work for anyone.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” Silas asked.
“Nada, I ain’t doing nothing.” He growled back.
“Wrong answer, asshole.” Silas grunted. “Git ‘im, Rambo.”
Rambo slammed into the man’s hip.
“I’ll talk, I’ll talk!” the man sobbed out.
“Yeah bucko, you said that before and didn’t tell us squat,” Silas remarked.
“My name is Oscar Ortez and I work for the Gola cartel.”
“Why did you come here?” Creed asked him.
“I had to find the women.” He groaned in pain and went on, “Manny Gola wants to speak to both of them. Some funny things happened just before everything went down and they want to know why.”
“What kind of funny things?” Silas was interested.
“I don’t know!” he cried out. “Something about an email and a phone call. That’s all I know.”
“What does Manny Gola want with our women?” Creed demanded.
“I don’t know. I swear I don’t! We were just told to find them and bring them to Mexico.”
“We?” Tate growled. “There’s more than just you working here?”
“Fuck,” the man swore under his breath. “There are two of us. Me and mi hermano... my brother.”
“Well, you better call your brother and have him give himself up to us or Rambo is gonna have some fun tonight,” Silas threatened him. “He heard that man balls are a delicacy for a goat. Then he’s gonna stomp your bones right into the dirt after that.”
Just then, Creed’s phone pinged and he reached for the device. He frowned as he read the message. “You better fucking call your hermano and get him to surrender to my brothers or I’m gonna kill you myself, motherfucker.”
“What the hell, Creed?” Tate asked.
Creed handed his dad the phone.
Tate read the message and growled. He passed the phone to Silas, then Harry and Bear read the message over his shoulder.
Silas snapped his head up and glared at Oscar, “So your brother thought he could sneak into her house and go after Lola, did he?”
“Holy shit,” Oscar exclaimed, “That idiot. No, he didn’t!”
Chapter Six
“Oh yes, he did.” Creed opened the gate and walked into the pen. “The little bastard thought he could break into my home and take my wife. He ransacked the place when he discovered there was no one there. He even thought of leaving her a message, telling her he would be back and he was gonna love to see her blood when he slits her throat.” Creed marched over to where he was lying and grabbed him by the shirt, lifting him to his feet.
Oscar screamed as he tried to balance himself on his broken leg. “Please senor, I didn’t do this!”
