Valhalla nodded. “Yes. When I started medical school, I studied sociopathic and psychopathic tendencies extensively, concentrating on the genetic markers that showed predisposition.”
“Val,” Torment interjected, taking a seat. “Sociopathy and psychopathy are not genetic. That’s been disproven.”
Shaking his head, Malice spoke up, “That’s not necessarily true, brother. There was a study done in 2011 that stated 60-70% of psychopathy is genetic. The research examined identical twins with criminal biological fathers and showed theywere prone to higher psychopathic personality traits, especially within males.”
“Yes, but if raised in a loving home, then those traits are non-existent.”
“Enough,” I groaned, rubbing my forehead. “You two can discuss the genetics of bat-shit crazy later. I’m waiting for her to get to the part where she tells you how my fucking intern is Bane’s son.”
Reaper
“What the fuck are you talking about, fucknuts?”
My head was about to explode if someone didn’t start fucking spewing the truth soon. I was at my limit with all the who fucked who. As far as I was concerned, when this shit was over with, everyone was getting a fucking vasectomy, even if I had to cut their balls off myself!
Ignoring me, Montana glared at Val.
“Tell him I’m wrong. I dare you.”
“You’re a fucking dick.” Valhalla shot up from her seat. “You know that?”
“But a truthful dick.”
“ENOUGH!” I roared, reaching for my blades, slamming them down on the table. Taking a deep breath and as calmly as I could, I said, “I swear to fucking God. One of you better start making sense fast before I gut the lot of you.”
“Now you did it, Mere.” Montana chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “You just pissed off the deadliest man in this fucking room.”
Reaching for her chair, Valhalla plopped her ass back down. Slumping forward, she placed her arms on her thighs and hung her head while she spoke. “I had a good life, loving parents and friends. Then one day I didn’t.”
“What happened?” Ace asked, taking a seat as everyone soon found a comfortable place, knowing that Valhalla was about to tell her story.
“We all grew up in the same neighborhood. I grew up two houses down from August and that fucking idiot lived across the street from me.” She smirked, thumbing her finger toward Montana. “Because of who our parents were, we had every advantage life could afford us, and we knew it. Back then, our parents pretty much left us alone. That’s probably why Montana grew into the pompous dick he is today.”
A few of the brothers chuckled, while Montana flipped Valhalla the one finger bird as she smirked and continued.
“I knew from the first time August kissed me I would spend the rest of my life with him. I think on some level he knew, too. We didn’t hide how we felt for each other, even though his parents wanted him to keep his options open. I could understand that, but what I couldn’t comprehend was why Montana’s father was against the match. It made no sense, but when my parents changed their tune a few months later, I knew George Stone said something to them. At first, I thought it was something I did, but then I found my adoption paperwork. My parents were not my biological parents.”
“How the fuck could my dad know you were adopted?” Montana asked.
“Because he facilitated my fucking adoption, you dickwad.” Val glared at the fucker. “Your fucking piece of shit dad has been playing the long game since before any of us were born. Only all of us were too fucking young to see it. When I learned I was adopted, I told August, and he helped me research my actual parents. He made a game out of it. He even researched his family, too. What we learned changed everything we thought we knew about the Soulless Sinners, the Golden Skulls, everyone. Then, the night my parents died, George found me with August. He fucking lost it. The next thing I knew, I woke up at the Trick Pony and I never saw August again.”
Leaning forward, Montana asked, “Are you fucking telling me Bane knew all along that my dad was a sick, twisted son of a bitch?”
“Yes.” She nodded, while Montana lost his shit. Jumping from his seat, he picked up the chair and threw it across the room as he yelled. Mercy got to his feet and watched the volatile fucker as Val ignored him and continued, “When I realized where I was, I knew I wasn’t leaving the place alive. George ensured that when he ordered Devlin Scott to kill me. The only thing that saved me was Scott found out that I was pregnant. August and I had only been together a few times, and we weren’t exactly careful. So, for the next seven and a half months, Devlin Scott kept me hidden within the walls of the Trick Pony and ordered a woman named Veronica Meeks to watch over me.”
Malice cursed, got up, and stormed out of the room.
“Veronica was a striking woman. Blonde hair and the bluest eyes that could enthrall anyone she was around. To the blind eye, she looked sweet and kind, almost angel like, but like most things, looks could be deceiving. The fact was that bitch was pure fucking evil and just as sadistic as Devlin Scott, maybe worse. She made my life a living fucking hell, but she never touched me. She knew Scott would kill her if she did, so instead, she liked to torment me with her plans after I delivered my baby. The woman seriously had a screw loose. In the end, she never got a chance, because I went into labor early. When I woke up from my emergency C-section, I wasn’t well. I contracted an infection that left me bed-ridden for weeks. I didn’t know what happened to my daughter, but when I was able to stand, I went to look for her. That’s when Sinclair showed up and dragged me away.”
“Hang on.” I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “You left something out. Something big. What is it?”
Val looked up at Popeye, who nodded. “Tell them, sweetheart.”
Taking a deep breath, she added, “I gave birth to twins. A boy and girl. Only I didn’t know it until Sypher told me before I came here. I didn’t know when I left the Trick Pony the first time that I had left with my son. Like I said, after I gave birth, I was weak. I could barely stand, but I was determined to find my baby. Somehow, I stumbled into the nursery. There were five babies in there. Four girls and one little boy. He was crying so loudly, I couldn’t stand hearing him cry, so I picked him up. He was so tiny, so small. He looked like a doll. I was soothing him when the alarms started going off. The next thing I knew, Sinclair was there, dragging me from the club.”
“When George learned Meredith escaped, he lost his shit,” Popeye added, taking a seat. Reaching for Val’s hand, he continued, “George was in deep with Devlin Scott and theSociety. Both of them were conspiring to get rid of the Craven sisters. George fucking hated Sienna Mitchell and the hold she had on everyone. George wanted that power for himself. But Devlin Scott had it worse, because he had to fucking deal with Jane. Now, that bitch is fucking scary as hell. She was the sadistic mastermind behind all the blood mixing. Fucking cunt believed that if she mixed enough blood, everyone would just kill each other. She almost succeeded, too.”
“Bullshit,” Montana sneered. “Dad wouldn’t care about that shit. If it made the Soulless Sinners stronger, he’d make a fucking deal with the Devil himself.”
