Sweetest Sin (Dutch Van Der Linde Fanfic)

♤ 17. ♤

Continuing, it takes place on the mission called: "revenge is a dish best eaten" with a mixture of later missions.

Slight nsfw ⚠️

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After a few long moments of infiltration...Bronte was captured and stowed on the getaway boat, Dutch tapped his head and he immediately woke up with a startled jolt

"Hey, big man we gonna ransom you, or what, ah, who am I kidding, you deserve to be burnt alive after the shit you pulled" Dutch threatened with his voice toning sarcasm to anger with his every word

"What is this? I demand an explanation immediately!" The Italian man yelled

Dutch and his gang all had unfazed faces

"The only one you owe an explanation to: is this woman right here" Dutch said as he drifted his hand to the side, Tifa showed herself and Bronte raised his eyebrows

"Ah, ms Duffy tying me up, eh?" He asked chuckling his creepy laugh

Dutch felt a twinge of jealousy just from that comment and kicked him hard in the shin "I don't think you comprehend how fast your life can end, Bronte. Don't test what little patience I have, you watch what you say when speaking to her"

"Tsk, You're pathetic" Bronte said to Dutch, unfazed by his words

"Oh I am? cause from where I'm sitting, it's you who is pathetic: killing a goddamn boy"

Bronte seethed in anger and glared at Dutch, too angry to hear what he just said

"you really think she loves you? Ha, you are nothing! You live for nothing and stand for nothing! and when the law catches up with you, you will die like nothing! Me? I run a city. I am this country! I'm the only one here suitable to take care of her! Not a lesser scum who is what people are running from"

"I possess things that you will never understand"

"I understand that you possess her too...With your shameless lies!" Tifa clenched her hands together tightly, he was so incorrect it was infuriating, yet the Italian man prattled on

"You don't even possess your own men, 1,000 dollars to the man who kills him and cuts me free"

Everyone on the boat was quiet as they just looked on at him with straight faces and not moving an inch, Tifa didn't bother looking at him

"What are you gonna say now?"

"They are even bigger fools than you!"

"No doubt"

Brontes breathing soon was uneven and became desperate, his fear was rising up immensely, and he looked at Tifa with a sad face

"...Ms Duffy, please see reason and mercy, set me free"

"Mercy?" Tifa scoffed out in a whisper "you think you need sympathy from me?? That I would even think of betraying this man? I would never go anywhere with you, you killed my brother!" Tifa yelled

Bronte looked confused "what?"

Dutch looked at his men "oh look, he chooses now to have amnesia, how convenient"

While Arthur was the only one to have an undecided expression on his face, Tifa moved to sit next to Dutch and had an angry look on her face as she stared at Bronte "I don't need nor want your excuses, Bronte, why did you kill my brother?"

"The little boy?"

Tifa was now losing her patience more "Yes! The little boy! The boy you hanged in the woods! You tipped someone off in this gang to come after him, who was it?!"