“See? This is why you’re an O’Driscoll, O’Driscoll. Colm’s a sneak thief and a killer. Dutch is — Dutch is more like a teacher.” John spat, scolding you like an authority would a school child.

Your hands trembled as they held his waist. There was not enough room on the saddle for you both, and John was not keen on sharing a horse with you anyway. To him, you were simply O’Driscoll scum.

The only reason you received this scolding from John was because you compared the Van Der Linde gang to the O’Driscoll gang, which you were once apart of. Until you were kidnapped by the former.

Now, you were taking them to where you believed Colm O’Driscoll was hiding out with your old gang.