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A few days have gone past since your birthday party and a lot of progress had been made finding Jack. Arthur and Dutch were able to find out where Angelo Bronte lived, and were going there tonight.

Arthur, Dutch, and John had already headed into Saint Denis, but told you to meet them there. You put on your boots and gun belt, and made your way across camp. You were walking past the table when Micah put his foot out to try and trip you.

"What are you, a child?" You asked while rolling your eyes.

He stood up and slowly got closer to you. "You think your all high and mighty because Dutch and Morgan have taken a liking to you, but I'm on to you."

"I don't have time for this." You said trying to turn and walk away, but he caught your arm before you could. "Get off of me." You said trying to wiggle your arm free.

"Your hiding something. I don't know what it is but I'll figure it out." He said staring into your eyes. You turned your face in disgust as the smell of alcohol from his breath hit your nose.

"Micah what the hell are you doing?" Javier yelled walking over to the two of you.

Micah laughed and let go of your arm. You winced, and looked down to see the red mark left on your skin.

"Little Javier coming to save his princess, how precious." Micah taunted.

"Get out of here." You yelled at him. He smirked, and put his hands up in surrender. He slowly turned to walk away while laughing again.

"You okay?" Javier asked looking at the mark on your arm.

"I'm fine. He can't do much damage." You chuckled.

"Do you want to go out and do something? It's been a while since we've gotten to do something together." He asked you.

"I have to go meet Dutch, Arthur, and John right now, but once we have Jack back?" You explained.

"Sounds good. Bring him back safe." He said nodding his head as he left. You walked over to Anastasia and mounted up. Getting Jack back safely was your top priority.

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You found yourself at a small park in Saint Denis. You noticed the boys sitting on the steps inside. You hitched Anastasia and made your way over to them. "Good your here." Dutch said as he saw you walking up.

"You boys ready?" You asked.

They all stood up. "Of course." Dutch said starting to walk.

"If we go in there shooting up the place, the boys gonna get shot. That I guarantee. A feller like this is gonna have a lot of protection." Arthur said.

"Ain't no one gonna get shot Arthur. So everyone relax. We're gonna charm him." Dutch explained.

As you approached the house, you looked over to John. "You okay?"

"I guess." He responded quietly.

Dutch made his way up to greet the guard standing at the gate. "Excuse me sir, we have an appointment to see Mr. Bronte."

"Who are you?" The guard said wiry.

Dutch grabbed the mans shirt and pulled him to the gate. "You get your boss down here now so we can talk about this like gentlemen." He demanded.

"Is that the special Dutch charm I've heard so much about?" You asked.

"Relax, I've got this." He responded.

The man opened the gate and let you in. The four of you slowly made your way into the house, walking past more guards with guns. You made your way into the living room of the house to be greeted by a man speaking Italian. You took a moment to take in your surroundings, every item looking like it cost more than anything you've ever owned.

"Why do you take his son?" Dutch asked, interrupting the man talking.

"Excuse me?" The man said looking offended.

"I said, why did you take his son." Dutch answered, repeating his question. "We ain't got no problems with you sir, nor you with us. But if you wanna start one, there's gonna be a lot of folks dead in this room before it's done."

The guards slowly pointed there guns at you. You, John, and Arthur hovered your hands over your guns.

"So, you walk into my city, stinking of shit, and looking like this, and you come into my house before you have a bath, and you tell me how to act? You ask me to show compassion? Have I not shown you almost infinite compassion already by simply allowing you to breath in my presence?" Bronte said to Dutch. You looked at the man offended. Arthur looked at you and slightly shook his head, telling you to let it go.

Dutch put his arms up, "indeed you have. Now, we are simple country folk, all we have is each other." Dutch slowly sat on the sofa across from the man. "And you have gone, and took his son, over some dispute with some inbred ex-slavers, it ain't got nothing to do with us."

"You had nothing to do with destroying the liquor business?" Bronte yelled.

"We was innocent bystanders." Dutch replied.

"You twist your words, you lie shamelessly, you think you are better than everyone else.." he trailed off. His serious face turned into a smile as he continued with something in Italian. The man stood to shake Dutch's hand and introduce himself. Bronte then went around to greet the rest of you as Dutch introduced you. He got to you last and held your hand a bit longer, scanning your face. He turned back to Dutch without saying anything. He motioned you to sit on the couch. You sat next to Dutch while John and Arthur stood behind you.

"So, can my friend have his son?" Dutch asked. You drifted off from the conversation to take in your surroundings again. You studied each of the guards, still on edge about your presence. Your eyes fell on Bronte. There was something about him you didn't like, but you couldn't put your finger on it. You didn't trust him. You were brought out of your thoughts by Arthur and John leaving, as Bronte told you and Dutch to stay.

Bronte poured a drink for you and Dutch. His eyes landed on you again. They were dark and heartless. "So Miss. l/n was it? How did such a beautiful woman ended up with men like this?" He said taking your hand and placing a light kiss on it. You pulled your hand back and just looked at him.

"She's something ain't she." Dutch spoke up to get the attention back on him. "Now Mr. Bronte, can we have the boy? Arthur and John will be back in no time."

Bronte looked at the one guard and motioned him to head upstairs. "I'm sure the boy is excited to go back to sleeping in the dirt." He said sarcastically.

You turned your head as you head Jack enter the room. "Uncle Dutch! Y/n!" He yelled running in. He came over and hugged you. "Hey Jack, I missed you." You said hugging him back.

"Precious." Bronte said emotionless. "Well it's rather late, my guards will lead you outside to wait for your men."

"It was a pleasure Mr. Bronte." Dutch said shaking his hand once more. "The pleasures all mine." He said looking at you. "Actually Mr. Van Der Linde, do you mind staying for a moment?" Bronte asked.

Dutch looked at you for a response. You took Jacks hand and walked outside and sat on the steps. Dutch joined you a few minutes later and sat next to you. "He invited us to one of those big fancy parties." He said excited.

"I don't trust him Dutch." You responded. He looked down at you. "This could help us find something, with good money, I promise no one will get hurt." He reassured you.

You sat for a little while until Arthur and John returned. Jack ran up and hugged John. "Let's get going." Dutch said walking to the horses.

You made your way back to camp, Jack telling a bunch of stories about his time with Bronte. You could tell it bothered John the way Jack talked about the man. When you arrived at camp, Abigail ran over and grabbed Jack.

"You got him, you got my son back." Abigail cried. "Dutch, Arthur, y/n, thank you."

Hosea walked over and Dutch explained everything that happened. He was excited to hear about the party.

"Let's celebrate Jacks return!" Dutch said walking over to the group building by the fire. You made your way over and sat down between Javier and Charles. You leaned over to Javier, "I told you we'd get him back safe."