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“Jesus Christ. It’s a curse. You can’t get away from them, Montana. They just gravitate toward you like goddamned golden moths to a flame.”

“Not helping, Mercy,” I groaned as Montana stalked toward me.

“Tell me you didn’t. Please tell me another one of my brothers didn’t fucking marry a Golden Legacy?”

“Actually, her club name is Oracle. Legacy is Delany,” I quickly said, realizing my mistake as Montana’s eyes got wider.

Yeah, I knew I should have kept that part to myself, and when Montana was close enough, the last thing either of us expected was for my wife to turn and hug the irate man.

“Please don’t be mad at Christian. He was only trying to help me. I know I’m not what you wanted for him. I grew up with the enemy, but I promise you, I’m nothing like Mother.”

Montana stood rooted in his spot as my wife continued to pour her heart out to him.

“I’ve only ever wanted to help right a wrong. That’s all, and maybe live to see my son again. Please, if you need to be angry, be angry at me. Not at Christian.”

I watched as the anger melted away from Montana’s eyes and he slowly wrapped his arms around my wife and sighed, shaking his head. “I have a feeling, Charlotte, that you just might be the one to save us all.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Montana

As I sat there, I observed Charlotte, who nervously took a seat beside Fury, her gaze darting around the room, taking in the faces of those who stared intently back at her.

I got it. We could be an assuming bunch of hard asses when we needed to, but it wasn’t my intention to scare the woman.

Charlotte amazed me. There was a quiet strength in her, a gentle power that was both surprising and captivating. It was as though an unseen force, a compelling drive, propelled me to act as her protector, to shield her from any harm that might befall her. She wasn’t like Delany, who had that fierce momma bear’s strength about her. With her soft-spoken voice and tender nature, Charlotte stood out from the rest of us, exhibiting a unique and endearing personality. Considering the individuals who raised her, and the values instilled in her upbringing, I found her actions peculiar and unexpected, which surprised me.

No, Charlotte was definitely something special, and if Fury wasn’t careful, this life would destroy her.

“Does Reaper know about you?” I broke the silence, getting straight to the point.

“Yes, sir,” she quickly said, fumbling with her fingers.

“Charlotte, look at me, sweetheart.”

When she looked up, I added, “Take a deep breath. No one here will hurt you. We just want to ask you some questions. That’s all.”

Nodding, she did as I asked, then answered, “Yes. Maxwell knows about me, though we only officially met once. It was after the club killed Mother and the rest of her co-conspirators.”

“Why didn’t you stay with the Golden Skulls? You were free,” Mercy questioned.

“Because I wasn’t. I’m still not. Well, not technically.”

“What does that mean?” Torment asked, confused as he looked at her then back to me.

“Because I know things. Things I shouldn’t. That’s why I’m here. I believe somewhere in all this information Shame gathered is the answer to something I’ve been looking for and need to find.”

“That’s not what Mercy asked, Charlotte,” I carefully stated, leaning forward in my chair. “Why are you not safe?”

Looking around the room, her eyes landed on Fury who, like the rest of us, waited for her answer. Taking a deep breath, she whispered, “Because I know the truth. He was there the night my house caught fire, along with your dad, Montana. If it wasn’t for Shame, he would have killed me and my son.”

“Who was there?”

Charlotte shook her head, refusing to answer me. Leaning back in the chair, I took a deep breath as I looked at the woman. She was a treasure trove of information, and I was fully aware that she would only share what she knew with me if she trusted me. Unfortunately, because of her training, Charlotte had developed a deep-seated distrust of everyone she encountered, which presented a significant problem. And begged the question: how in the hell did Fury get Charlotte to trust him, let alone marry him?

“Charlotte, will you tell me how you met Fury?” I asked, moving to sit on the coffee table in front of her.

She smiled, looking at Fury, who nodded, taking her hand in his.

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