Page 184 of Golden Atonement

“And yet, you stayed with the Soulless Sinners. Why?”

“Because like you, I’m a legacy. Our dad was a brother. This club is all I’ve ever known.”

Taking a deep breath, I sighed. “What George did had a significant impact on your brother, Grudge, because I remember the day Zane walked into the Golden Skulls’ clubhouse. He was black and blue from head to toe. Barely weighed a hundred pounds and was sick as a dog. Zane spent damn near a month in the hospital. My Pops never left his side, and when the hospital released him, my Pops threw a cut on him and Zane’s been Golden ever since.”

“Is he happy?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Not gonna lie. There were moments when the club wondered if we could trust him. But your brother has been Golden to the core. His son keeps him centered.”

“Son?”

“Samuel. Nice kid. Smart too, like his dad.”

Grudge hung his head and whispered, “I’ve missed so much.”

“Time is a funny thing, Grudge. It can heal old wounds if you let it,” I said, reaching for my phone, laying it on the table. I dialed Matrix’s number, putting it on speaker while I whistled, silencing the room.

“Busy, brother. Can’t talk.”

“Get un-busy. Need your help,” I groaned, rolling my eyes.

“Call Player. He’s sitting on his ass doing nothing.”

“Language, Dad,” I clearly heard Sam say as Grudge sat up straighter.

“Sorry,” Matrix groaned. “What do you want?”

“Sending you something. Take a look and tell me what you see,” I said as I typed in Matrix’s email address, attached the live feed, and hit send. Seconds later, I heard the ping.

“What am I looking at?” Matrix asked.

“You tell me.”

Giving my brother a few, I sat back and didn’t have to wait long. “Okay, whatever this is, it’s fake.”

“Gonna need more than that,” I groaned.

“It’s three feeds meshed together,” my brother muttered, clicking away on his computer. “Give me a second and let me see if I can clear this up.”

“Hey, Matrix, Maria wants to know—” I heard Ink say when he added, “Why in the hell do you have cameras in my old home?”

Grudge snapped his fingers, getting everyone’s attention as brothers ran from the room.

“You get that, boss?” Matrix asked.

“Sure did, brother, and thanks,” I sneered, disconnecting the call.

Not even thirty minutes later, we pulled up to the large mayoral mansion to find the place surrounded by police and paramedics, all being directed and ordered around by a fucker in a suit.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” I vaguely heard Montana sneer, when his eyes landed on his son. Running toward the boy, Maxim and Vladmir took off as well. The fucker in the suit walked over to me and introduced himself.

Extending his hand, he said, “Silas Sharp, and you’re Maxwell Doherty.”

Taking the offered hand, I sneered, getting right to the point, “How the fuck did you find them?”

“Oh, I didn’t. Mr. Sinclair did.”

“Don’t remember calling him for help.”

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