Page 97 of Disturbed Lucidity

Ever.

Now, I had the Soulless Sinners to contend with. I didn’t trust Montana and he didn’t trust me, but none of that mattered at the moment because we had a fucking sadistic son of a bitch hellbent on acquiring my woman and her brother in any way he could. The fucker was methodical and didn’t give two fucks who he killed to get what he wanted. And with a good portion of my brothers down for the count, I didn’t have a choice and accepted Montana’s help.

I didn’t know what it would cost me, but as long as Ivy was free of that sick fuck, I didn’t care.

I would worry about the aftermath later.

A knock at the door had me looking up.

Seeing Montana standing there, I waved him in.

Leaving the door open behind him, he took a seat and sighed. “Truth time?”

“All ears.”

“I don’t want your club.”

I smirked. “That’s good, because I wasn’t going to give it to you.”

“But I do have a problem.”

“What’s that?”

“Sandman.”

Schooling my face, I stared at the motherfucker, waiting to see where he was going with this shit. And God help him if he said the wrong fucking thing, because I was not above putting a bullet in his fucking head.

War be damned.

“I know Sandman is your son.”

“That’s right.”

“Recently, I’ve learned some shit about my club’s past that’s going to cause a big problem with the Golden Skulls when the truth comes out. Right now, I’m trying to manage the damage done, but I can’t hold Reaper off forever. There is a war coming that’s going to pit my club against the Golden Skulls and your son.”

Leaning back in my chair, I took a deep breath and sighed. “You’re talking about that shit with Satan’s Angels, right?”

Montana nodded, rubbing his hands down his face in agitation. I got it. The sins of the father followed the son home. Montana may not have started this coming war, but he was going to have to finish it and deal with the aftermath.

War wasn’t pretty.

It was messy and bloody.

No one ever really won a war.

Oh, there were survivors, but no clear winner.

“Gotta tell ya, Montana, your old man really screwed your club with that shit.”

“That’s not even half of the shit my dad started.” He grimaced. “Anyway, your son did me a solid when Reaper went off the rails with the Society. I owe him. Honestly, Luc, I don’t want a war with the Golden Skulls, but after what Dad did, what he set into place, I don’t see a way out of it, and I sure as hell don’t want Sandman mixed up in all of it.”

“A little late for that, don’t you think? You were the one who ordered him to frame Reaper.”

Montana snickered. “Yeah. Not my finest moment.”

“Solomon is loyal. He won’t be easy to persuade once he’s made up his mind. Your best bet is to come clean with Reaper and end this shit before it even starts, because if Reaper finds out whatever it is you know before you tell him, then you’re fucked.”

“It’s not that easy.”

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