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“Okay.” he grinds out. “I haven’t,” he closes his eyes tight, “ain’t seen him since that night.”

“You know, I don’t think you’re telling me the truth. What do you guys think?” The others don’t get to answer as he quickly sounds off with a comeback. “Fuck. You.”

“Fuck me? Nah dude…”

“I do know something that might be of some use to you.” The little rat swiftly grinds out.

I stop pressing and pull my knife back slightly. “I'm waiting…”

His throat works as he swallows hard. “Mac, Mac has a half-brother.”

“So fucking what.” With a little shrug, I place the knife edge at his jugular. “If you don’t want to bleed out right here, you’ll fucking tell me more.”

He pauses, I’m sick of waiting for his sorry ass. I take the knife from his throat, the pulse in his neck quickens with the unknown of what I’m going to do. I spin my knife, tossing it in the air and catch it again by the handle, before plunging into the top of his leg, pushing down on it as it delves into muscle, tearing it apart as he screams like the pussy he is.

“Fucking tell me.” Blood begins to pump from the open wound.

“Your little buddy over there…” he nods his head to someone, as I follow his direction and find who he’s glaring at, my eyes widen when I find him pointing out Reaper. “Boys, you’ve got a Savage on your payroll.”He sneers again.

The information should’ve hit me like a ton of bricks. But it doesn’t. All the brothers turn to look at him, I can’t tell what they’re thinking and right now I can’t afford to let it get in the way. Doc steps up to Reaper’s side as Reaper hangs his head. “I didn’t fucking know.” he mutters, his teeth gritting together. “Mac can fuck himself; I didn’t know, Chains.” If there’s one person in the whole of this club that I’ll protect, it’s him.

“I’ve never been a savage, you asshole!” He yells. His voice echoing in the emptiness of the warehouse. “I’m a Brother of Sin. I belong with them, and I always fucking will.” Reaper’s frame is stiff as his fists clench at his sides. Doc and I share a look as Reaper starts backing away from the rest. And for Reaper to walk away, he must need it.

“I’ll go after him.” Popeye says, starting to walk off.I guess I have some digging to do when I get back and see what the fuck is going on. The only person to tell me that would be Pres. I always knew there was a different bond between Pres and Reaper but never knew what and they never let it slip either.

Now, though, now’s the time for answers.

“Leave him, Pop. I’ll speak to him later.” With my blood boiling and temper rising, I say to Popeye, “Give me your knife.”

He passes it over with no question. I raise a brow at him and smirk, then turn back around and see the smug smile on this fucker’s face. “You’re nothing but a little rat. And that little confession ain’t gonna save your life.” I smirk at him but he just shrugs. This fucker wants to die.

Getting on with business, I slice his shirt down the middle and tear it open with the blade. “I’m gonna leave you to Country, he has some payback he wants to exact.” Taking the point of the blade from his other shoulder, I drag it down over his stomach, and he squeals like the little bitch he is. I then drag it the other way and etch a a cross on his chest.

I could do a whole lot of torture bullshit to him but he’s not the one I want to waste my energy on, so I call out the person that does. “Country?” he steps into the light, “He’s all yours.” I pull out my shooter and aim it at his head, lower it slightly and fire. The force of the impact of the bullet hitting him tips the chair back slightly and a hole appears in his shoulder. “Do what you want to do, but make sure he’s dead, take a picture and burn the fucker.”I pat his back, “time to prove yourself, pretty boy.”

“You got it.” Country smirks as he turns his head.

“Popeye, Ghost, stay with him.” They both nod their agreement and I head for the door with Frisco following.

“I’m gonna find that cunt, and I ain’t going to stop until I do.” We break through the door, to find that Reaper has already left. “Fuck.”

“What do you think he’ll do?”Frisco asks.

“I don’t know. Reaper is worse than me, he’s a timebomb. I’m hoping he’s gone for a ride or to see Pres, I just hope he hasn’t done anything stupid.” I tap out a quick message to the new prospect and give him Luna’s address and tell him to meet me there. I have to deal with this shitstorm.

God help any fucker that gets in my way.

CHAPTER 40

LUNA

I’ve sat here since Chains left, my leg bouncing wildly, and my nerves shot to hell. I’ve not even left the room to pee.I pull and twist at the blanket in my fingers, as I use it as a stress relief.

“He’ll be fine. Stop worrying.” Neve attempts to soothe me, but she doesn’t understand. It won’t just be a beating; whoever they have, they’ll die.Not that I don’t want him to, they deserve it, but then what does that say about me.

“You don’t know him like I do.”

“Can I get you anything?” Neve asks with a hand stroking my knee.

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