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“Montana.”

“Why?”

“Because he knows a war is coming. He is protecting his family, and we have Golden blood in our veins.”

“What are you talking about? Your last name is Moreno. You are Italian.”

I shook my head, refusing to say anything more about that, instead I said, “You need to get Delany and Harlow out of this state. Because if I’m right, he will use them as leverage. War is on the horizon, brother, so pick a side, and choose wisely.”

“You’re not making sense, Fury,” Storm groaned.

“Yes, he is,” Delany whispered, adding, “He’s talking about my blood ties to the Golden Skulls. Remi warned me this might happen. If Fury is right, then Harlow and I need to leave. Montana won’t think twice about using us as a bargaining chip to bring Reaper to heel.”

“I need to get my girls out of here.”

“Follow me,” Delany said. “I’ll help you.”

Looking in my backseat at my sleeping girls, I prayed I was doing the right thing. I never wanted this life for them. That’s why I stayed away. Then Davina died, and I didn’t know where they were until Linsey and Vicious showed up at the clubhouse and offered me a second chance. Well, more like Linsey didn’t give me a choice.

She was right though.

My girls needed me.

“I transferred everything over into your name. The club no longer has financial control of Duchene International or your business. The girls’ legacy is now in your hands. I also did the same for Vicious, so if you see him, tell him he’s in control of Van Otto Lapidary.”

“Thank you, Storm,” I said, looking at my brother.

“Where are you going to go?”

“Home for the night. In the morning, I will decide where to go from there. What about you?”

“Promised Delany she would always be safe, and I’m keeping my promise. I’ve got family in Montana and the Wyoming area. Might be a good place to lie low until the dust settles.”

Nodding, I extended my hand, and Storm took it. “Stay safe, brother. You need me, call.”

“The same goes for you,” Storm stated.

Pulling out of the driveway, I looked back to see Storm standing there watching, and I wondered if I would ever see him again.

Everything was changing, and when all was said and done, I knew nothing would ever be the same again.

Chapter Fourteen

That same night in an undisclosed off-site installation...

“How ya doin’, kid?” The comms crackled with static, a grating sound that made me roll my eyes while I squeezed through the narrow air duct, the cold metal biting into my skin. I found the space to be cozy and compact, a level of confinement that was quite comfortable for me due to prior experiences. Compared to other predicaments I’d been in, this situation was less constricting and confining.

“I’m not a kid, Law,” I muttered with irritation, glancing at my watch, a device that helpfully showed me the blueprints of this frustrating location.

“Still a kid to me.”

“I hate you.”

Hearing him chuckle, I ignored the fucker and continued on to my destination.

I had always felt a strange sense of comfort in cramped spaces. The pressure felt secure and familiar. Given the opportunity to discover a tiny, inconspicuous place to observe events without being seen, I would gladly make it my temporary home, patiently waiting until I grew weary of the inactivity. As time went on, my skill at secretly entering and leaving places developed into a kind of superpower. That success inspired me to further develop my repertoire of skills, such as becominga master of camouflage, altering my appearance, and adopting disguises.

I was the perfect chameleon.

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