“You’re wrong, Montana.” Popeye sighed. “Your dad fucking flat out refused to have Golden blood in his club. Back then, he hated the Golden Skulls. Wanted them wiped off the fucking map, but could never get close enough to eradicate them. But when Sienna tasked me to find Meredith and return her to the Trick Pony, your dad had another plan. He wanted me to find Meredith because he was going to force you to marry her. He figured the only way to get rid of the Golden Skulls was to send in his own fucking blood. But it was too late.”
“JesusfuckingChrist,” Montana muttered, shaking his head.
“What do you mean, it was too late?” I asked, sitting forward.
“When George learned Montana had gotten Bella pregnant, he knew theSocietywould use his own blood against him to bring him to heel. So he whisked Bella and her parents away, and when she delivered, he insisted Bella sign away her rights. When the girl refused, George killed her parents. Bella signed the papers, and I never knew what he did with the baby.”
“Bullshit,” Montana sneered. “You always knew what Dad was up to. Don’t start fucking lying to me now, Popeye.”
“I’m not,” the older man groaned. “I really don’t know how your daughter ended up in the hands of theSociety.”
“Yes, you do,” I seethed, looking at the man. “You know exactly how.”
Montana looked at me then at Popeye before closing his eyes. “Motherfucker gave them my daughter. He fucking got rid of her like a discarded piece of trash.”
Growling, Ace sneered, “Not gonna ask again. What does all that shit have to do with my brother?”
“Everything,” I groaned, rubbing my hands down my face. “Sypher knew it all. He’s always known. From the moment Moonshine and I asked him to search Ravage’s past, the kid has known all the players. Since then, he’s been watching, gathering information on everyone. Watching to see what they will do and who they will align themselves with.”
“Still doesn’t explain why my brother is willing to risk everything for Dante. I get he loves Dante, but I need more than that. Because from where I’m standing, all of you can get fucked. All I care about is my baby brother.”
“August Brian Lansing is the son of Albert William Lansing and Julia Diana Craven, the daughter of Fredrick Craven and AbigailBaudelaire.”
The second she said the name, everyone stiffened, and I looked at Montana, who stared blankly at Valhalla.
“You wanted to know why Sypher is willing to die to protect my son. There is your answer. My son is the great-grandson of the Baudelaire Family. He’s also the great-grandson of the very family who is trying to take down the Biker Federation, and when the world learns he exists, everyone will want him dead.”
This wasn’t happening.
There was no fucking way I had two descendants of that fucking family in my club. Not that I gave a shit, but protecting one was hard enough. There was no fucking way I could protect the two of them without Sypher.
Looking over at Montana, the fucker hadn’t said shit since Valhalla revealed her secret. As secrets went, the woman won hands down because nothing else mattered now. There was no fucking way I was throwing Ravage or Dante under the bus, not while Sypher was willing to die to protect them.
“We have to call him.”
“The fuck we do!”
“Montana, it’s the only way.”
“There is a reason the Biker Federation avoids them. They don’t give a fuck about anything or anyone. They do what they want, Reaper. They make our clubs look like a fucking daycare. I wouldn’t trust a single fucking one of them with a toothpick, let alone this information. No. We are not calling him.”
“I don’t think you are comprehending the severity of what is going on. The Brotherhood of Bastards is not the fucking club you want to cross. You know that and so do I. There is a reason the Biker Federation gives that club a wide berth. They will not think twice before coming after us if anything happens to Dante. Especially Morpheus.”
“Kid is just an intern. As soon as this shit is over, I’m kicking him to the curb. You can deal with him. And I’m ripping Bane’s brand off his back with my bare hands. No fucking way is that drunk motherfucker staying in my house.”
Valhalla chuckled, shaking her head. “You are a fucking pussy, you know that, Montana? You talk a good game, but when your back is against the wall, you still fucking grab your dick and run. Just like your fucking father.”
“Fuck you, Mere,” Montana scoffed. “None of this shit would have happened if you had kept your fucking legs closed.”
“Watch it, boy,” Popeye growled.
Jumping to his feet, Montana snarled, “Fuck you, Popeye. You went along with this shit. You did nothing to stop it. None of you did. Now look what I have to clean up. You and fucking Snoopy are out, too.”
“Montana,” Mercy groaned, shaking his head.
“Shut it, Mercy. I don’t want to hear shit out of you unless it’s a way out of this mess.”
“There is only one way out and you fucking know it,” I calmly said. “You want this shit contained, then we need to find Sypher. He is the only one who can make this shit disappear. But let me be very fucking crystal clear here, asshole. If you so much as harm one hair on Dante’s head, the Golden Skulls will retaliate in force. Sypher claimed him. That makes him ours. So get your fucking head out of your ass and stop making shit worse.”
