Narrowing my eyes, I slowly stood. “What the fuck is going on? What do you mean, Linsey’s alive? I saw that motherfucker slit her throat. I saw her die in Vicious’ arms. I shot fucking Montana!”
The man called Hemlock chuckled, then said in a thick Irish accent, “Yeah, that was bloody fucking brilliant, but do me a favor, and next time aim higher. You missed his heart.”
Glaring at the fucker, I snarled, “And just who the fuck are you?”
Joshua nodded as Hemlock said the one thing that had me sitting back down. “My name is Hemlock Kennedy. I believe you knew of my twin brother, Shamrock. A brother in the Golden Skulls.”
“What thefuckis going on here!” I roared, which caused the officer outside the door to enter.
“Everything good in here, Stone?”
“Yeah, Wolf. Just give us a few more minutes,” Joshua said to the officer, who nodded then grinned at me. “Oh man, the boss is gonna have a field day with him.”
“That’s if numbnuts over here doesn’t ruin everything first.” Hemlock glared. “Are you sure about this one, Stone, ’cause once he knows, he becomes a wild card until we can trust him.”
“Trust Fury with my life.”
“Good enough for me,” the officer named Wolf said, shutting the door again.
Turning back to my former mentor, I sneered, “What the hell is going on?”
“Short story.” Joshua sighed, taking a seat. “My cousin opened up Pandora’s box tonight and all hell is about to break loose because he fucking ignored Popeye’s threat. Look, Chris, I’m just gonna speak plainly here. There is bad bloodbetween the clubs that sealed our fates long before you or I ever existed. Right now, those who know the fucking truth are trying to minimize the damage before the table learns the truth. Everything you know about both clubs is wrong. What you need to know is that Montana didn’t have a fucking choice. Not saying he could have prevented this massive fuckup, but he’s not to blame for Linsey.”
I growled. “He ordered the hit. Motherfucker all but admitted it to me.”
Stone shook his head. “No, he didn’t. You need to redirect your anger towards the real threat. Steele ordered the hit tonight to force Montana’s hand.”
“Why?”
“Because Steele believes that Ghost found Thena Hartley. Steele demanded that Montana stop the Golden Skulls at all costs, or he would divulge the truth between the two clubs to the table, which would cause a war no one wants.”
“What truth?”
Joshua looked at Hemlock, who shrugged.
“It’s your play, brother. Whatever you decide, I will support.”
Taking a deep breath, Joshua sighed and said, “The clubs are connected. The history, affiliations, everything.”
“You’re talking about Gregory Stone starting both clubs.”
“No, brother. I’m talking about the rape of Frances Doherty. The one woman who brought a club to its knees and changed the course of the Golden Skulls before it could ever get started. Look, Chris, there is so much more we need to bring you up to speed on, but first we need you to get your girls and Vicious’ kids out of the clubhouse. Once they are secured, we need you to do something for us.”
“What do you need me to do?”
“We need you to find Carly Mitchell, and fast. She’s in danger.”
“The woman Shame was protecting?”
Joshua and Hemlock both stiffened, sitting up in their chairs.
“You know about that?”
“Didn’t like the way things went down after he died. The club brushed him off like he never existed. Wasn’t right. So Vicious and I did some digging ourselves. We found his apartment. The pictures he had on his walls were enough to start World War III, but my gut’s telling me you already know that. I don’t know everything he was doing, but I found a live security feed to where he has her stashed. What I don’t know is why.”
“Because she is not who everyone thinks. She’s Golden Royalty. We need to secure her before Steele gets his hands on her and kills her or worse, forces her to restart theSociety.”
“I fucking knew I should have gone into business with my uncle like my mom wanted,” I muttered, shaking my head. Leaning forward, I sighed. “All right, I’ll find her for you, but on one condition.”