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Enough was enough.

Montana was about to have a come-to-Jesus moment.

Chapter Twenty

Reaper

Taking my seat, I said nothing; Montana did the same.

Leaning back in my chair, I began, “I get you don’t like me. Feeling is mutual, but you have a fucking problem, and if you don’t get your head out of your ass, your house is going to come tumbling down around you. The way I see it is you have two choices. You can go it alone and lose everything or you can accept my help.”

“I don’t need anything from you.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I’ve been where you are right now, Montana, and the shit is going to keep piling up until you’re drowning in it. This shit with the Trick Pony isn’t going away. Someone out there knows this club’s secrets.”

“That’s my business.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s biker business because, in case you’ve forgotten, you sit at the head of the table. When the biker world learns what your Pops was into, there will be a war, and you know it.”

“Who’s gonna tell them?” Montana sneered.

“My God,” I groaned. “You can’t be that fucking stupid. You know damn well shit always finds a way. Look at what happened with my club. No matter what I did, everyone still learned the truth. You can’t keep this shit quiet, Montana. You need help.”

“I don’t need anything from you,” the man scoffed. “You have been nothing but a pain in my ass from the moment I met you. I wish I’d never made that fucking blood pact with you.”

“Well, you did,” I snarked. “And I will hold you to it until the day you fucking die, and if you don’t wise the fuck up, that’s going to happen faster than you think.”

“Don’t threaten me, Reaper.”

“Not a fucking threat. It’s reality. Your Pops put you between a rock and a hard place. You need to decide which side you’re on, ‘cause the longer you keep playing with your dick, the deeper you’re going to bury yourself. And, brother, I won’t be able to save you.”

“I don’t need fucking saving.”

There was no talking to him.

I knew that now.

He was still of the mind he could fix this mess without help.

Getting to my feet, I sighed. “Alright, Montana, we’ll play it your way, but let me be crystal clear. If anything happens to me or mine, I will take over and you will not like how I handle things. Just know that my door is open if you ever get that stick out of your ass, because even I know it’s better to work with the Devil you know than the one you don’t.”

Leaving him sitting in his boardroom, I headed to the main room and saw everyone gathered around, talking, smiling, and getting along.

This was how shit was supposed to be and because of one pissed off, angry fucker, he was going to fuck it all up and cause a war he had no hope of winning.

“Max?”

Blinking, I smiled at my woman and said, “Let’s go home, baby.”

“What about Storm?”

Looking at Delany, I said for all to hear, “Legacy, tell your man he has my blessing. Welcome home, Delany.”

The woman smiled, and Solomon grinned happily.

“Reaper, can I have a minute?” Mercy asked.

Nodding, I quickly kissed my wife and followed the VP of the Soulless Sinners down a hall and into his office. Closing the door behind him, I waited while the man gathered his thoughts.

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