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“Fury made Grunt. I got him out alive before Fury tore him up. Now Fury knows I’m not his trained attack dog, which means he’s coming for me. I’ve people I need to protect, I need your help,” Volcano explained.

“In exchange for what? To walk away unscathed? That ain’t gonna happen, cunt,” Rock growled out.

“Do what you fuckin’ want with me. But the others were innocent,” Volcano insisted, surging to his feet.

Dad laughed. “How is anyone linked to you blameless?”

“You’re a rabid dog needing putting down. You killed your brothers and sisters,” Axel boomed.

“No, I didn’t!” Volcano retorted. “I faked their deaths and got them out.”

“Bullshit. We know what you fuckin’ are. But on the off chance… why the hell should we protect Fury’s spawn?” Axel demanded.

“Because Fury’s kids are Legacies. Rage place a high value on bloodlines,” a voice spoke from behind us. Everyone spun to stare at the man standing on the stairs.

A stunned silence fell across the room.

“What the ever-living fuck?” Axel boomed as shock crossed all our faces.

“This is what I tried to tell you!” Mom stated. Chance, Dad, Rock, and Gunner sent her a baleful look and then returned to staring at our unwelcome guest.

“Surprise fuckers. Now, let my fucking grandson out of that cage!” the intruder ordered as he stomped down the stairs.

“What the fuck is going on?” Dad exclaimed, voicing what we all were thinking.

I stared in absolute disbelief. This man was a legend, but I’d never met him. He’d been gone before Mom even met Dad.

Holy shit!

That was Spike, the missing founding member of Rage MC. He had been presumed dead for years, and now that fucker stood in front of us demanding we release his grandson.

“Grandson?” Dad demanded finally.

“Volcano. He’s a Rage Legacy,” Spike said.

“Fury ain’t Rage, and his spawn isn’t Legacies,” Axel argued.

Spike held his gaze.

“My daughter’s kids are, though,” Spike snarled and shoved his hand out as Axel only glared at it. “Keys.”

Axel looked at Dad, who nodded.

“Someone better start talking. If I do not like what I hear, I will put a bullet in your brain as easily as I can his,” Dad said, tipping his chin at Volcano and Spike.

Spike spun with a snarl.

“Ain’t got no case to put one in me, boy. I’m a fuckin’ founder, and that means something. Don’t pull asshole shit with me, Drake, because I’ll take you down,” Spike warned.

Dad’s eyes narrowed.

“Do not threaten me. You’ve been missing since before the war. You don’t hold much say right now,” Dad retorted.

“Michaelsons. All mouth, and no brains. Think I’d walk in here without a damn guarantee of leaving alive? Jesus, this is what is running the club nowadays?” Spike muttered.

“What’s that mean?” Drake demanded as Axel groaned.

“It means, asshole, that I’m armed with a dead man’s switch. Just like the old days, right Axel? You don’t hear us out, we all go boom, that includes your woman and kids, Drake. So shut the fuck up and learn how a founder runs shit,” Spike snarled and let Volcano out and then Grunt.

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