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“Gio has been grooming Cesare to take over the Italian seat,” Axel informed. “You might want to reach out and give him a heads-up.”

“Fuck that,” Player snarked. “Our cousin kept my brother from me. I’m not fucking telling that asshole shit.”

“Reggie, he did it to protect me.” Massacre sighed.

“The fuck he did!” Player shouted. “He did it because it served his own agenda. He could have told me. I wouldn’t have said shit, but he fucking stayed silent. My own fucking bloodkept my brother away from me and let me believe he was dead for two motherfucking years. I’ll never forgive him for that.”

Everyone knew Player hated the way shit went down with Massacre and their cousin Giovanni Valentinetti. While I still considered the man a good friend, Player would never forgive Gio for withholding information regarding his brother Massacre.

“What about the Tennessee club?” Ravage asked.

“Savage knows. He is letting the others know as we speak.”

“I’m not talking about that.” Ravage glared. “Do they know everything?”

Shaking my head, I said, “No. I thought you would prefer telling them yourself.”

“Tell them what?” Bullseye sat up, looking from me to Ravage. When Ravage said nothing, Bullseye turned to me.

“Sorry. Not my story to tell. Ravage will speak when he’s ready.”

“Hate to pile on here, but have you given any thought to what Montana will do when he figures this shit out?” Matrix asked.

“Because he doesn’t strike me as a guy to sit back and do nothing.”

Leaning back in my chair, I grinned. “Montana’s got his hands full at the moment. He’s recently learned about his father’s involvement with theSociety, more importantly, about a pact with the formerPakhan, Konstantin Baranov, and businessman, Devlin Scott. To make matters worse for him, someone recently revealed to his enforcer, Malice, that Ivy Scott is his sister. Let’s just say Montana is doing everything he can to contain the volatile man.”

“And who was fucking stupid enough to do that?” Bullseye asked.

I looked at my brother and grinned. “Me.”

Bullseye rolled his eyes and groaned. “You’re playing with fire.”

“No, I’m giving that fucknut a taste of his own medicine.”

“This shit withLos Santanasgoes south and they will show up here,” Matrix informed.

Smiling, I looked at the men around the table and said, “That’s exactly what I’m hoping for.”

“Why?” Ink asked.

Groaning, Bullseye shook his head. “Because paybacks are a bitch, best served Golden.”

Chapter Seven

Remi

I’d been home almost two months and I still wasn’t any closer to forgiving Max. My resolve, however, had begun to waiver tremendously over the last couple of days. Especially when Max informed the club that they were all going camping. Seeing him excited about something was strange, but it was good to see him relaxed and enjoying life.

The meeting withLos Santanaswent as expected. The second Max showed up, Santos relented, like Max knew he would. Of course, returning three of his men to him dead probably had something to do with that. Since the meeting, everything seemed to settle around the clubhouse.

Max informed me he finally told the brothers about the missing files, and while a few of the brothers had voiced concerns, the consensus was they were all on board with whatever Max had planned.

Standing on the porch, I watched while Maria ordered the brothers around. They worked to pack everything we would need for the camping trip. Kids ran around screaming and annoying them, none more so than Jesse, who couldn’t wait to sleep under the stars.

Myself, not so much, because camping meant we would be sharing a tent. Not just a tent, but a bed. The only ones staying behind were Smoke and Hangman, along with Maria, Axel’s mom, who politely said unless there was a five-star hotel with room service, she would not be going. She also said thatsomeone needed to stay behind to make sure that Smoke and Hangman ate something other than fast food.

I liked Maria. She had a strong motherly feel about her and took to all the brothers immediately, especially Sandman, who she babied like he was her own blood. The woman reminded me a lot of Roxy and the way she handled a clubhouse full of boys. She gave the brothers what they needed, not wanted, and demanded respect. Of course, if any of them stepped out of line, Sandman was more than happy to correct their behavior.

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