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I grumbled, reaching for my phone.

“Who are you calling?” Mercy asked curiously.

“Asshole.”

“You can’t!” Fury shouted. “He doesn’t know I married Carly.”

“Sucks to be you.” I chuckled, dialing his number. “I hope he beats your ass black and blue.”

“Oh, come on, man!” Fury complained. “You protected Storm.”

“He didn’t shoot me,” I deadpanned as Reaper answered the phone.

“Go away, fucknuts. I’m in a good mood.”

“Thena Hartley.”

“What about her?”

“Tell me what you know, and I will consider granting Vicious dual membership.”

“And I’ll consider forgiving you for breathing.”

Rolling my eyes, I groaned, “Maxwell.”

“Fine,” the fucker sighed. “I probably know about as much as you at the moment. All I know is, Sinclair wants her bad. Said she belongs to him. Fucker even asked me to look for her. I know she hails from the Trick Pony, like Sinclair. Apparently, she’s also Popeye’s daughter, and I’ve recently learned that thiswoman helped my wife escape her captors along with one other. As for how she fits into this clusterfuck, I don’t know. But you might also find this interesting. The Trick Pony wasn’t just a BDSM Club. It was also a brokerage house used by theSociety.That fucktard Scott used his affiliations with theSocietyto infiltrate the underworld to gain access to not only your club but the entire Biker Federation.”

“To what end?”

“No fucking clue. Look, Montana, complete transparency here. I had Ghost look for the woman. He found nothing. Every lead turned up jack shit. In the end, I called it off. Whoever this woman is and if she’s alive, she’s good at covering her tracks. Almost as if she’s made hiding an art form.”

“Thanks,” I muttered, then asked, “By any chance, do you know why Carly would be researching your family history? More specifically, a woman named Kathleen Doherty?”

“Never heard of the woman. Who is she?”

“Apparently she was William Doherty’s sister.”

“That motherfucker never had a sibling. Well, none that I ever knew about. What’s Carly’s interest in her?”

“Was kind of hoping you’d tell me that.”

“When it comes to Carly, I tend to just let her do her thing. Her mind works differently than ours. She’s a lot like Kitty in that way. Girl loves puzzles. My advice. Brace. Because when Carly finds what she’s looking for, that generally means shit is about to hit the fan. I need to go. Keep me informed.”

Before I could reply, the asshole hung up.

Sighing, I looked at Fury’s perplexed face. “What?”

“Since when do you have a fucking civil conversation with Reaper?”

“Since my brother shot me and left me for dead,” I snarked, heading for the door.

“You’re never going to let me forget that are you?”

“Never.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Carly

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