Page 70 of Starting Over

“Any idea who?” Cash asked.

Shaking his head, he answered, “Fuck no. Could be one of my brothers, the Irish Mafia, anyone. I didn’t leave on the best of terms, if you catch my drift.”

“The Irish Mafia,” I growled. That got my fucking attention, and I quickly glanced at Blade. “What the hell do they want with you?”

“I just recently learned that I’m the grandson of Casper O’Malley.”

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Blade roared, jumping to his feet. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Is there a fucking family reunion I wasn’t aware of?”

“Blade, shut the fuck up and sit down,” I growled. Keeping my eyes on my niece’s old man to ensure he stayed where he was, I said to his childhood friend, “Ryder, tell Billy to go get Beck and bring her over here. Until we know who is following him, I want her inside the gates. Then get Ellie and the girls, too. Everyone stays here tonight.”

Ryder didn’t hesitate to rush through the doors. He would be a great brother. He should have patched in years ago, but Blade said no. He didn’t want the shit in his past to touch his childhood friend. I guess he was right. ’Cause his past, my past, hell even Dec’s past, had all come back to bite us in the ass.

“Are you serious, King?” Blade sneered. “This isn’t a fucking coincidence, and you fucking know it.”

“What’s going on?”

I took a deep breath and said, “I just learned today that Braesal O’Malley is my brother.”

“And my fucking old lady is O’Malley’s niece,” Blade angrily added.

Fury laughed.

“You think this shit is funny?” Blade shouted. “That motherfucker killed my parents.”

Shaking his head, he took a deep breath and said, “No, this shit isn’t funny, but you have to admit, everyone’s family seems to be coming out of the woodwork fast.”

“I don’t have to admit shit,” Blade snipped, sitting back down. “It’s not my fucking family.”

“What do you mean, everyone’s family?” I asked, sitting up straighter.

Fury leaned back in his chair and said, “It’s all connected, according to my woman. The clubs, the table, the underworld. It’s like one big fucked-up dysfunctional family, and this shit just proves it. You should also know that Carly is the daughter of Shane Keller and Angela Goldman.”

Closing my eyes, I groaned, as did a few of the older brothers. I did not need this shit right now.

“Holy shit,” Ghost muttered. “You’re Sandman’s sister?”

She nodded and added, “And Savage’s sister, who is currently the President of the Tennessee Chapter. So, I don’t need to tell you how important it is that no one knows where we are.”

“Does Reaper know?” I asked as my phone pinged with a text message.

“Don’t think so, but it’s only a matter of time. We ran into a bit of trouble in Chicago with the Valentinetti’s, but they’ve assured me that our secret is safe with them.”

Reaching for my phone, I read the message.

Steele:Montana’s out. Reaper was given the seat at the table.

Placing my phone on the table, I looked at Fury. “I’m sorry, Fury, but you know I have to call him. The Golden Skulls are one fucking club I won’t go up against.”

“You call him before I can explain everything, and you might as well sign my death warrant. Reaper knows Montana fucked up. The tree lighting ceremony was proof of that. Information is fluid right now. Montana’s back is against the wall. The Soulless Sinners are splintering. You call Reaper and tell him I’m in possession of a Golden Princess, and he won’t think twice before declaring war against your club.”

I leaned back in my chair and said nothing as I studied the man. It wasn’t every day I had a Soulless Sinner in my club. An officer at that, even if he was hiding from his brothers. I figured he hadn’t heard that Montana had been replaced, but he was still a Soulless Sinner, and there were rules. As for the woman, I had no choice. The entire biker world knew how Reaper felt about Golden blood. Add in the animosity between the Soulless Sinners and the Golden Skulls and well, that was one shitstorm I refused to step into. Montana I could get passed, Reaper was an entirely different story. I had to notify his club.

“You still wearing the brand?” I asked, knowing he would understand what I was saying.

He snapped his gaze to mine then slowly looked around the table, before he narrowed his eyes, and snarled, “You do this, and he will order you to kill me. He’s still the head of the Biker Federation, and you know it.”

I smirked, confirming my belief that he hadn’t learned of the new development.. Leaning forward, I crossed my hands on the table, then tapped my phone’s screen, making a call. “Let’s test that theory.”

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