I ignored him, never looking away from Silas, who was glaring at me with undisguised hate. “Y’all are through. This little operation you got going? Dragging the Saints through the mud? It’s fucking done.”
This time it was Michael who guffawed. “Silas was right. You’re a whole other level of delusional. What exactly are you going to do? Kill us?”
Dalton handed me his gun, and I trained both weapons on the group of scumbags in front of me as he moved closer. “Are you gonna be good and stay still, or are you going to make this fun for me?”
“Don’t shoot. It’s me, boss. Rodney met us halfway, I came back to help.”
I glanced over my shoulder to see Jackson making his way into the room, his gun drawn. I nodded my thanks and returned my attention to where Dalton had grabbed some zip ties from his pocket. Michael was first, and I could see in his eyes that he wanted to fight. Jackson could see it too, and he moved in without me having to say a word. A gun to his temple made the son of a bitch real compliant, and he swore vehemently when Dalton notched the ties so they cut off his circulation.
Luca was next and, quick as the snake he is, he jammed his elbow into Dalton’s face. Dalton’s nose instantly broke, and my brother grabbed Luca by the back of his head, slamming the man’s face into the desk and knocking him flat. Luca crumpled on the ground, while Dalton calmly secured him despite the blood flow. Ignoring Michael’s threats and outrage, Dalton grinned at me as he approached Silas who, much to my surprise, had remained quiet this entire time. His eyes were still trained on me. Something about the way he looked at me raised red flags, like the motherfucker still had cards toplay.
Dalton pushed him to the ground, and still the fucker glared at me like he had the upper hand.
The three of us ransacked the room. Anything incriminating was placed in a neat pile on the desk, just to make it extra easy for the Feds that would be here in a few hours. I took my body cam off its holster on my chest, and placed it on top of the files. Jackson checked the ties on their arms and legs, kicked Silas in the ribs for good measure, and then moved to lead us outside. It was time to go home.
But a cold, low laugh stopped us. Silas must have finally lost what was left of his mind. I ignored him, but then he said, “You really think this is how it ends? You two back in charge of the Saints, some sort of happy little fairytale with that red-headed bitch?”
Our backs were to him, but Dalton and I looked at each other. That son of a bitch really didn’t know when to shut the fuck up.
“No, we’re not really the fairytale type. But the truth finally coming out? That feels damn good. The thought of what they’ll do to you in prison gives me fuzzy feelings.”
Dalton tossed the words over his shoulder, and I glanced behind me to see Silas’ neck turn red like it did when he was pissed.
“You want the truth, boy? I’ll tell you the fucking truth,” Silas said. “Your whore of a mother was going to expose everything. I had plans, plans to bring the Saints out of the fucking gutter. I was going to make something of the club. I had it all worked out, then that bitch found out I was working with the DiAngelos. So, I handled it.” His voice was smug and cruel. Jackson froze by the door, and I spun on my heel. In a few quick steps, I marched over to Silas and grabbed him by the collar, lifting him up. Dalton was hot on my heels.
“What the fuck do you mean you handled it? You hired someone to kill mymother?” I nearly choked on the words.
Silas’ face was inches from mine, but he smirked. “No, you idiot. I pulled the trigger myself.”
I saw fucking red, and before I could even fully process what I was doing, I threw him against the wall. For a moment he lay there, but then he struggled into a sitting position and leered at us.
Dalton had been frozen beside me, but now he muttered, “You were family.” The look in his eyes was a blend of devastation and wrath. At some point, Luca had woken up and the DiAngelo brothers were watching the whole thing with a sadistic glee.
“I did what I had to do for the club,” Silas spat. “Your mother would’ve torn everything apart. No way was she going to let the DiAngelos near us. I couldn’t let that opportunity, all that money, go to waste. I did what I had to do.”
“Our father was your best friend! He called you his brother, you bastard.”
“He was weak, and so was she. He saved me from having to kill him too when his heart gave out. You two were fucking children—it should’ve been me put in charge.”
I took a glass paperweight off the desk and threw it at the wall next to his head. Silas flinched but said, “I watched as you struggled to do what was necessary. It was like trying to watch a dog learn to bite. Pathetic. It should’ve been me!”
Suddenly, it clicked in my head, and I knew the words were true before they even left my lips. “It was you. That night in the warehouse. That bad intel. You set us up.”
He rolled his eyes. “Obviously. Couldn’t let your ass die though—had to have someone who could control your brother. You had to give me the control. And you did. You laid everything in my lap. Pathetic. But exactly what I needed to happen.”
“You saved my life just so you could take everything.”My hand twitched—I wanted so badly to draw my gun and shoot that traitor in the head.
For me.
For my dad.
For my sweet mother, who’d never done a cruel thing in her life.
Silas took everything from us.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jackson take a step closer, his eyes like stone. Dalton seemed lost to the pain. It took everything in me not to end it, but I had a woman waiting for me back home, and that body cam was still recording. If I killed him, my head was going to roll just like theirs. I turned to head for the door and said to Jackson, “I’ve heard enough. Shut them up.”
Out in the hallway, I stood with Dalton and dialed the number I had memorized. While the phone rang, I asked him, “You good?”
