“Who?”
“Moira Kathleen Hartley.”
Frowning, I typed the name into the search bar and when the information popped up, my eyes widened.
“Holy shit!”
“Now do you understand?”
“Yeah. I do,” I muttered as my fingers flew across the keyboard and information popped up at me at a fast rate. Listening to Danny detail everything he needed me to do, I tried to absorb everything I was seeing. Danny wasn’t lying. He fucking knew everything. Knew all the players, and he’d gathered every bit of information he could, to ensure that when the time came, there would be no mistakes before their lives ended.
He gave me everything wrapped up in a pretty neat little bow, and now all I had to do was make damn sure that those responsible paid for their crimes.
“…and when I give myself up to Pandora, you will be my eyes and ears.”
Blinking, I looked at my phone.
“Uh, I’m sorry. I misunderstood that last part. Did you just say when you turn yourself over to Pandora?”
“Yeah.”
“Jesus fuck, Danny,” I gasped. “You can’t. That bitch won’t think twice before killing you.”
“Not before she gets everything out of my head.”
“And she will. The bitch has ways.”
“She won’t get a damn thing from me.”
“I don’t think you understand who that bitch is. She is the reason for everything. She is fucking psycho, Danny. Certifiable, insane asylum worthy, straitjacket fucking crazy!”
“And I’m the only one who can stop her.”
“No.” I shook my head. “Not doing shit if you are walking into a fucking trap. Think about Dante and Danika, man. They need you. Your club needs you. Your fucking family.”
“I am, Zach, and that’s why I need you to be me. I’m trusting you with everyone that means anything to me. I need you to protect them.”
“What if I can’t?”
“Then it won’t matter, because if you can’t protect them, we’re all dead. Even you.”
“Shit, Danny,” I cursed, knowing he was right. Taking a deep breath, I said, “Alright. I’ll do my best, but I’m going to need help. This is too big for me to handle. You got a fucking problem with that?”
“No. It doesn’t matter anymore. The lid is off the box. Tell everyone.”
“Alright, brother. I’ll do my part, but fuck, man, stay alive, okay?”
“Thanks, Zach,” Danny solemnly said before he disconnected the phone.
Rolling over to my computer, I brought up a new secure mainframe and reached out to the only person I knew I could trust.
Need your help.
Not a good time.
Secret is out in the open.
How long?
