Page 108 of Golden Atonement

Shit.

“He doesn’t know yet?” Ace sneered, thumbing a finger at Dylan.

“It’s not my story to tell, Ace.”

“Jesus fuck, Max,” Ace seethed. “He’s here. If Jackson sees him, he will figure out the truth. This shit is all connected. Everything, and it’s all coming out faster than Danny and I can contain it. You find Jackson, sit his ass down and make him speak his truth. The faster all of you are on the same page, the easier it will be to contain him when shit goes sideways. I can only do so much.”

“What the fuck are you two talking about?”

“Ask your fucking President,” Ace clipped. “I’ve got to find Law. I will do what I can, but once the truth is out there, my hands are tied. Just protect Jackson. It’s what Dad and Pops would have wanted. Get me, Max?”

“Yeah, I get you, Ace.”

The second Ace took off toward the warehouse, Dylan rounded on me. “What the fuck is going on with Ravage?”

Looking at my brother, I admitted, “His past is about to come to light. I need you to find Jackson and get him the fuck out of here.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so!” I shouted.

Dylan glared at me before walking off, pissed.

Fucking great. That’s all I needed.

Feeling pissed myself, I walked into the warehouse to find Massacre and Player talking with Vicious, who just nodded when he saw me. Not acknowledging him, my eyes locked on the fucker who was leaning against some crates talking on hisphone. While I approached, two of his brothers stepped in my path.

“Reaper,” Mercy said, standing his ground, arms crossed over his chest.

“Move.”

“Can’t do that.”

Looking at the soon-to-be-dead man, I grinned. “Move, or I will move you myself.”

“Let him through, Mercy, before he kills you. You too, Payne.”

Both men stepped aside as I walked over to the bane of all my problems.

“We need to talk, fucknuts.”

Montana narrowed his eyes and smirked. “I got nothing to say to you, unless you’ve come to apologize?”

“You first.”

“I did nothing wrong.”

“Keep thinking that and it will make it easier for me to kill you.”

“Don’t threaten me, Reaper. It won’t end well for you.”

“That’s what you fucking think,” I snarked. “Tell me, douchebag, does your club know the truth?”

The fucker glared at me. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m talking about. Like father like son.”

“I’m nothing like my father,” the man seethed, spittle spewing from his lying lips.

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