When Yeriel returns to camp after burying Sean, he finds Dutch talking with some of the gang members.
"I know you worry..." Dutch begins, glancing up as Yeriel arrives just after Arthur. "Yeriel! Have you seen Jack anywhere?"
"No..." Yeriel shakes his head, lighting a cigarette. "Why?"
Suddenly, Abigail rushes over, panic written all over her face. "Where's my goddamn son? Where is he? They took him, didn't they? They took my son!"
"Who?" Yeriel and Arthur ask in unison.
"We think the Braithwaite woman took him. Kieran saw a couple of men… sounded like Braithwaite boys," Hosea explains.
"Where's my son? If anything happens to him… where is my son, Dutch van der Linde?" Abigail shouts, her voice trembling with hysteria.
"We will find him, and we will bring him back to you… and we will kill anyone who dared to lay a finger on that boy's head. Abigail, you have my word," Dutch replies, his tone serious and steady.
"Just get my son back," Abigail says as she storms off.
"I will get that boy back, so help me God… right now," Dutch vows firmly.
"Dutch, we just heard about Jack. Do you need some extra guns?" Bill asks as he approaches, cocking his shotgun with a menacing grin.
"Yeah, why not? Micah, Kieran, if anyone strange shows up… you kill them! The rest of you, let's ride," Dutch nods, quickly moving to his horse and mounting it.
The gang, in perfect unison, rushes to their horses, mounting them with determination. John's face is filled with immense rage as they prepare for the confrontation ahead.
"They must've figured out what we were up to, Dutch," Hosea mentions to his friend, worry creeping into his voice.
"Yeah, we just got shot to hell by the Grays in town," Arthur adds grimly.
"They killed Sean, too..." Yeriel says, shaking his head, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips.
"I know... I heard," Dutch replies, shaking his head in frustration. "I don't want to think about that right now. We have to focus on Jack."
"I swear I'll kill everyone there!" John growls, his fists clenched in anger.
"If they touched a hair on my nephew's head..." Yeriel says, tossing away his cigarette, his jaw tight with fury.
"Easy, John. Try to stay calm," Dutch warns, trying to maintain control.
After some heated exchanges, they arrive at the Grays' manor. They dismount their horses and approach the manor on foot, with Dutch leading the way and the others flanking him. Their guns are holstered, but their presence is still intimidating. The manor is lit up, even at this late hour.
As they draw closer, Dutch's face contorts with anger. He shouts at the people inside and outside the manor. "Get down here now! You inbred trash!"
"What the hell do you want?" Gareth Braithwaite asks, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Easy, John," Hosea whispers, trying to keep him calm.
"We've come for the boy. You must've known we would," Dutch asserts, his voice steady.
"Shouldn't have messed with our business now, should you?" Gareth sneers back.
"Whatever your complaints against us, real or imagined… that is a young boy. This is not how you handle things. Hand him over," Dutch demands, his eyes narrowing.
"Get the hell off our land," Gareth replies defiantly.
"If you're not going to be civilized about this…" Dutch's voice trails off as several armed men emerge from the mansion.
In a flash, the gang pulls out their guns, faster than the Grays, who were still trying to get organized. Gunfire erupts, and several Braithwaite men drop dead in the first wave. The gang takes cover, but their skill in battle quickly turns the tide in their favor.
"Bill, Javier, Yeriel, cover left! John, Charles, Lenny, more fire on the right! Arthur, John, Hosea, with me! The rest of you, watch out for any other arrivals. Get in there! Find Jack! And find that Braithwaite woman!" Dutch barks, his voice a commanding roar.
The gang charges into the manor. Bill, Javier, and Yeriel move to the left, taking cover behind furniture and doorways, scanning for enemies and looking for any sign of Jack or the Braithwaite woman.
"Jack! Where are you?" Javier calls out as they push deeper into the house, adrenaline pumping through their veins.
"This family is finished, you hear me?!" Bill shouts as he fires at a few Braithwaite men trying to ambush them.
"Just tell us where the boy is!" Yeriel yells, his voice echoing in the chaos.
They shoot down a few more Braithwaite men, who quickly realize they are outmatched and begin to flee.
As they search the manor, they finally find Catharine, the Braithwaite woman, hiding in a corner. They drag her outside, where Hosea and John prepare to torch the manor after realizing they couldn't find Jack.
"Where is he? What have you done with him?" John demands, his voice a low growl.
"My sons gave him to Angelo Bronte!" Catharine cries, desperation in her eyes.
The gang leaves her in front of the burning house, surrounded by the corpses of her sons. Driven mad with grief and rage, she suddenly sprints back toward the flames of the manor, her screams fading into the night.
The gang walks away slowly, the fire illuminating their faces.
—Party—
They found Jack, and managed to get him back from Angelo Bronte. Now, the gang was throwing a party to celebrate the boy's safe return.
The fire crackled brightly outside, casting warm light around the campsite. Laughter and music filled the air as the gang gathered around, drinking and just overall having fun. Yeriel was feeling particularly joyful. He had a bottle of whiskey in hand, and he drank deeply from it, feeling the warmth spread through him.
"Jack's okay! We brought him back!" he shouted, raising his bottle high. The others cheered, clinking their bottles together in a toast to the boy.
Tilly was nearby, also feeling the effects of the drinks. She laughed and danced, her spirit lifted by the evening's festivities. Yeriel watched her for a moment, a smile spreading across his face. Her laughter was infectious, and soon he found himself joining in.
As the night wore on, Yeriel and Tilly slipped away from the crowd, a mischievous grin on both of their faces. They made their way to his tent, giggling like children.
—Sex Scene With Tilly—
Tilly lets out a sharp gasp as she feels his hard cock sliding between her soft ass cheeks. Her body tenses for a moment before relaxing, allowing him to continue with rubbing his shaft along her pussy.
She mutters something, her voice slightly strained. As he stops and lines himself up with her hole, Tilly grips the bedroll tightly, her knuckles turning white, looking back at him, with teeth biting her lips.
Tilly bites her lower lip hard, stifling a moan as she feels him slide deeper into her, his balls eventually coming to rest against her clit. Her eyes squeeze shut and her brow furrows, trying to process the intense sensation of being so fully filled.
As he starts to move, fucking her with slow, gentle thrusts, Tilly can't help but let out a shaky moan. Her body trembles slightly.
"You're so deep..." she whimpers. As his body presses against Tilly's back, pinning her down, she lets out a shuddering breath. The feeling of his weight on her, combined with the slow, deep thrusts of his cock into her pussy, is overwhelming her senses.
"Oh god, oh fuck... it's so deep", Tilly whimpers, her hips starting to unconsciously push back against him, meeting his thrusts. "You're hitting... ungh... you're hitting spots I didn't know I had..."
Tilly shudders as she feels his lips on the back of her neck, his hands roaming over her curves. A full-body moan escapes her, her back arching slightly to give him better access to her sensitive skin.
"That feels really good..." she pants, her breath coming in short gasps. She whimpers, and her body trembles, her pussy clenching tightly around his pistoning cock as her orgasm approaches.
Tilly's voice rises in pitch and volume, her body going rigid as her orgasm crashes over her. As Tilly comes undone, her pussy clenches down hard around his pistoning cock, the walls fluttering and massaging his shaft.
Tilly goes limp beneath him, her body shuddering with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. She lets out a low, drawn-out moan as she feels his cock pulsing and twitching inside her, flooding her insides with his hot, thick seed.