Page 169 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“Off shore account.It’s going to take some time.Wanted to give you this preliminary so you could prepare.”

“Not necessary,” I tell him, and it’s not.I already know whoever Vicki has conned into helping her has a fucking bankroll behind him.I just need to know who it is so I can fucking kill the son of a bitch.

“You need to watch your back,” he tells me.

“Thanks, Dad.Anything else?”

“That’s the other small bit of bad news,” he says and I can hear the regret in his voice.“Rory McDaniels is a ghost brother.”

“What?”I ask, and I find I can’t pretend to be calm at all.

“She does not exist.”

“But I’ve seen her papers.I was there when she was granted a protection order for fuck’s sake!”

“Fake papers, good ones.Traced them back to the same man who was going to make Max’s for me once upon a time.”

“Jesus.I’m like a magnet for lying cunts,” I growl.

“Not sure what she’s hiding man, but I do know my boy’s talents are not cheap so your girl has money.”

“You got a name for me?”

“She paid cash, didn’t give the boy shit when it came to her personal stuff.”

“How did she hire him?”

“That’s where it becomes interesting.Vino sent her to him.”

“Fuck me, Vino as in VinoMachelli?”

“That’d be the one.”

“Jesus,” I growl.

Vino Machelli was the head of one of the biggest crime families on the East coast.They had their fingers in so many pots you’d get dizzy trying to check on them all.They also had a strong hold in Italy and Vino himself was known for being so evil he made Charles Manson look like a fucking choir boy.

“You finding out more?”I prod him.I didn’t want him to check into Rory, but now that he has I want it all.

“Does a bear shit in the woods?”

“Keep me posted,” I order him.

“Will do.Throw Crusher a bone before the fucker has an aneurysm,” he says and I ignore him.

“Later, Marcum.”

“See you around, Mijo,” he says and hangs up.

I clasp the phone tightly in my hand and walk back to my bedroom.I flop on the bed, not bothering to undress or turn the covers down.I doubt I’ll even sleep.I can hear Rory’s bed creak from behind the wall and I stare at it.It’s silent for hours and I’m careful not to make a sound.I’m thinking over everything Marcum gave me, and I’m not liking any of it.

I roll over onto my side, still staring at that damn wall.I close my eyes, willing sleep to come and knowing it won’t.Eventually I hear it.So quiet and muffled I have to strain, but it’s there just the same.

Crying.

Sobbing.

Rory’s tears…

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