Page 181 of Golden Atonement

The second the room cleared, I jumped across the table and punched the lying fucker in the face.

Fuck talking.

I was going to kill him now and save everyone the trouble.

Refusing to let up, I swung again, connecting with his jaw. Hearing him grunt, I smiled, kneeing him in the ribs when his fist connected with my kidney.

Should have fucking known fucknuts would fight dirty.

Rolling to my side, I got to my feet while he stumbled to his, wiping the blood from his lip with the back of his hand.

“I fucking hate you,” he sneered.

“Feeling’s mutual,” I said, throwing my arm back and taking another swing at him, knocking him back down to the ground. Walking over to him, I grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking his head back.

Lifting my arm, I was about to hit him again when he said, “I kept my word.”

Grabbing his cut, I hauled him close. “The fuck you did.”

Shaking his head, he replied, “I gave the order, Max. My dad rescinded it.”

Letting him go, I took a step back.

“Why?”

“Who the fuck knows?” Montana coughed, spitting blood on the floor. “All I know is that since his death, my club has gone to shit. Everything I’ve known is wrong. I’ve got files upon files that make no fucking sense. Now this shit with the Trick Pony and Steele. I swear, Max, I kept my word. I ordered the Southern clubs to kill all the Satan’s Angels.”

“He’s right, Reaper,” Grudge spoke, stepping into the room with the rest of the Birmingham club behind him. “Montana called me personally and gave the order. We were about to execute it when George called, relaying another order. When Irefused, he told me he would kill my brothers if I didn’t follow his edict.”

“Threatening your club brothers is a false threat, Grudge. You know once the President gives an order, it’s to be followed to the letter.”

“Tell him, Grudge.”

Grudge nodded and spoke. “Not my club brothers. My blood brothers. My birth name is Angus Savage. You know my younger brothers, Jonathan and Zane Savage, who you know as Matrix.”

Montana grunted, moving to sit in a chair. “Told you I didn’t want your club. I’m trying to save it.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Reaper

This was bullshit.

I didn’t know if the fucker was lying or telling me the truth, but the resemblance between Grudge and Matrix was undeniable.

I couldn’t ignore that, and if I was being completely honest with myself, I didn’t have the time or patience to deal with this new fucking revelation. My head was already spinning with unanswered questions about shit that had nothing to do with me and shit that made no fucking sense, not to mention my wife. Everything was coming at me all at once. I couldn’t see through the bullshit anymore.

Holding up my hand, I calmly said, “That’s it. I’m done.”

Montana glared at me. “What do you mean, you’re done?”

“Are you fucking deaf, fucknuts? I’M DONE!” I roared.

See, Montana wasn’t the only one who could yell.

“I’ve had it. For years, I sifted through lies, manipulation, backstabbing deceit, and for what? To get pulled back into the fucking fray. I don’t fucking think so. So, I’m done. I will help you get the kids back, then I’m taking my ass back to California and never fucking leaving. And just so I’m fucking crystal clear. If I ever see your ass again, I will fucking gut you and make a fucking belt out of your entrails. You stay on your side of the country, and I will stay on mine.”

“It’s not that easy, Max, and you fucking know it. Whatever is going on involves both our clubs. You can’t just walk away.”

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