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“No, you don’t,” Reaper clipped, marching after me. “That little fucking know-it-all told the heads of the Biker Federation that we have a blood link!”

I threw my head back and laughed as I opened the driver’s side door. “The hell we do. I may have Golden blood in my club, but that’s it.”

Reaper stood firm, unmoving as he stared at me with his cold dead eyes. Something in the way he looked at me sent a shiver of unease down my spine. He fucking knew something I didn’t, and my gut was telling me I wasn’t going to like it one motherfucking bit.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you since we left New York, but you aren’t the easiest person to talk to.”

Slamming the door shut, I crossed my arms over my chest and asked, “Tell me what?”

“Isabella Green.”

I stiffened and narrowed my eyes.

I didn’t like the fucking look in his eyes.

It was pissing me off.

“Who the fuck is that?”

“You already know. Don’t make me spell it out.”

“Fine,” I grumbled. “So she was the piece I lost my virginity to. We were kids. Just fucking around and things got out of hand. One thing led to another and we fucked. Big fucking deal.”

“What happened afterward, asshole?”

“What the fuck do you want me to say? We fucked. I admit it. Kids generally lose their virginity around that age.”

“Answer my fucking question.”

“Fine.” I rolled my eyes and added, “A few months later, Bella and her family moved away. No one knew where they went. One day Bella was in school, the next day she wasn’t. Haven’t seen her since. Why are you asking me about her?”

“Think, Montana,” Reaper growled, taking a menacing step toward me. “Open that tiny motherfucking peabrain of yours and think. You know my history. What my dad forced me to do. Think about it. You’ve just recently learned your dad wasn’t the nice stand-up guy you always believed. Now add in the club connection and all the secrets, all the lies.”

“Gonna need more,” I stubbornly said as my brain slowly started putting the puzzles together, and I didn’t like where my brain was going. I fucking flat out refused to believe my dad was as fucked in the head as William Doherty. What that son of a bitch did to his own motherfucking son was as sick and twisted as they came.

There was no way in hell my dad would ever do that shit to me.

“Why would a prominent family just up and disappear, Montana?”

“I don’t fucking know!”

“Yes, you do,” he continued. “You just don’t want to admit it. Think about what your dad has already done. What he did to Amy Lansing.”

“No.” I shook my head, refusing to believe this shit. “She would have told me!”

“How? She was fifteen and scared. You said it yourself. You were a popular kid. You came from a well-off privileged family. Your mother was working her way up the legal ladder. Your dad was the president of a major motorcycle club. Everything is all about appearances in the Soulless Sinners. The president couldn’t have his heir, the next head of the Soulless Sinners, shackled to some little bitch he fucked because he couldn’t control his urges.”

“Bella wasn’t a fucking bitch. She was innocent. We both were.”

“So was I,” Reaper yelled, pushing me away. “But that didn’t stop my father. Don’t you get it? It was part of their sick twisted plan. To ensure the clubs stayed connected even after they died. They played God and then pitted us against each other to see who the strongest was. It was nothing more than a game to them, and we were their pawns.”

Grabbing Reaper by his cut, I hauled him close and sneered, “What the fuck are you saying, asshole?”

“My daughter Emma is your granddaughter. Our clubs are blood linked!”

“What happened to Bella?” I asked, looking out the window of the plane at the tarmac as people still boarded. I wanted to know, but a big part of me didn’t. I knew what my dad did to Amy. I would fucking lose my shit if he hurt Bella.

“After she gave birth, she signed away her rights. From what Sypher could find out, she eventually finished high school and went abroad for college. She never returned to the States. She’s currently living in Paris and works at the Louvre as an art restorer.”

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