Page 73 of Starting Over

I knew what the Golden Skulls were capable of. When Amber first showed up on our doorstep, not long after we opened the chapter here in Nebraska, she told me everything she hadexperienced. From the first time her father touched her, until the Golden Skulls rescued her out of a fucking dungeon.

The difference between the clubs, aside from their size, was Montana knew how to talk about doing shit, while Reaper got shit done.

Changing the subject, Gunner asked, “When are you gonna contact O’Malley?”

“I don’t fucking know. Not until this shit is over. One fucking thing at a time. Dec is still hiding something. Nav, have you found anything?”

“Nothing that raises any flags. He was twelve when your parents moved. Your dad got a job at a garage just outside Little Rock, and you were born seven months later. From there, they lived an average life until your parents passed away.”

“What the fuck is he hiding?” I muttered.

“Um...” I looked at Nav, and he was staring at his computer screen.

“What?” I asked, leaning forward. He found something I wasn’t going to like.

Nav looked at Cash, then at Gunner.

“Hey, asshole, what did you find?”

“I looked into your parents’ accident.”

Sitting back in my chair, I glared at him.

“Why?”

“You told me to go through everything.”

Running my hands through my hair, I wasn’t sure I could ask what he’d found. I didn’t want to know my parents were murdered because of their connection to the Mob.

Then again, if I learned my recently discovered half-brother had anything to do with their deaths, I wouldn’t think twice about calling in that marker I just secured from Mercy.

Standing from my chair, I paced the room. No one said anything. Of the nine men in this room, only three of us still hadparents. Jingles’ parents were now facing prison time. Gunner’s parents, while still alive, were shit parents, who neglected him and his little sister when they were growing up.

Cash’s parents still lived in Arkansas. They were retired. Had him later in life, like my parents. The rest of us were orphans.

Folding my arms and leaning back against the wall, I closed my eyes. “Tell me.”

“Sorry, King, didn’t mean to freak you out. Everything you know about the accident is true. They were killed by a drunk driver.”

My eyes snapped open, and I glared at him. “Then what the fuck did you find?”

“The woman that hit them. She died.”

“Who fucking cares if she died?” I shouted.

Nav took a deep breath. “She was murdered the first night she spent in prison after being sentenced. Within three hours of being processed, she was dead. Brutally.”

“You don’t think Dec...” Blade’s words trailed off as we all sat there digesting what Nav just told us.

“He was a cop. He had connections with the prison,” Ghost said.

“My brother wouldn’t kill a fucking woman,” I growled.

“He killed Connie,” Jack pointed out.

“Because she was trying to kill his daughter.” There was no way my brother would kill a woman, or anyone for that matter, in cold blood. “Besides, he was barely out of the academy, what connections could he have made?”

“This was the woman who killed his parents,” Gunner said quietly.

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