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“We know who you are.”

“We? You got a mouse in your pocket? Who the fuck is this?”

“You should have told us the truth. Now we know about you.”

“Glad to hear it. Thanks for calling,” I snarked, quickly disconnecting the call.

“Who the fuck was that?” Vicious asked.

“Wrong number.”

“Brother, maybe you should wait before you make that call,” Payne whispered. “If you call, you could inadvertently let Reaper know that shit isn’t right here. The fucker will get suspicious and send someone to investigate. Let’s just hold off until we know more.”

“Payne’s right, Fury,” Torment added. “As much as I hate this shit, we need to wait and see what Montana does next. We have to give our president time to do the right thing.”

“Fine,” I groaned, reluctantly agreeing. “In the meantime, you guys can help me with something else.”

Walking out of my living room and toward my office, I opened the door, allowing my brothers to see the piles of information.

“What the fuck is all this?” Torment asked, picking up a file and scanning through it.

“Everything that Shame was into. It’s a lot,” Vicious admitted.

“Holy fuck,” Rage gasped, holding up a photo. “Is this who I think it is?”

“Yes,” Vicious grumbled.

“Does Reaper know she’s alive?”

“Not sure.”

Rubbing the back of my neck, I nodded. “There’s more. I learned at the meeting today that Shame was secretly meeting with Nolan Kelley. I want to know why.”

“Jesus fuck, Fury.” Payne sighed, holding up another photo. “What the fuck was Shame into?”

“That’s what we’re gonna find out, and fast.”

Chapter Ten

Fury

November 28th, 2024...

It was game time.

Looking at the items on my bed, I double-checked everything, making sure I left nothing to chance.

Diapers... check.

Snacks... check.

Tracking devices... check, check, and check.

“There you are.” Linsey sighed, walking into my room. “The girls are eating dinner, wondering where you are. Do you have everything?”

Rubbing the back of my neck, I stared at the items on my bed and said, “I think so.”

Laughing, Linsey walked over and smiled. “Well, you don’t need to worry about the snacks. I’ve talked with Largo and Tess. They have those covered, and I’ve packed enough diapers for a month.”

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