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“It doesn’t matter. He wouldn’t listen to me anyway. I need a way to get this information to him, so he’s forced to read it.”

“Sounds a bit stalkery to me.” Gadget shrugged just as my computer pinged again. It seemed to do that a lot lately. “But hey, you do you. I’ve got your back, bro.”

Walking over to my computer, I clicked on the alert. Reading the contents, I smiled while my brain started assimilating the information I was reading at a fast rate, formulating a daring plan that would take care of several problems at once. Mainly, it would force Montana and Reaper to stop fighting against each other and start working together. Because when it came to both men, they had one thing in fucking common they couldn’t deny.

They believed in family.

Blood. And with what I already knew, the pieces were starting to fall in place fast.

“Ace, call Shane and the others,” I instructed, reaching for my phone and sending off a quick text. “I have a plan. I know how I can get the information to Dante, how to get the team into the military facility, and how to bring Montana to heel. The first will be easy, and it will set off a chain of events that even Montana can’t brush under the rug. The second, I will let the teams figure out the logistics for, but the third is gonna be much harder, because that means Montana will have to swallow his pride and work with Reaper.”

Gadget chuckled. “Hell will freeze over before he does that.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Danny?” Ace questioned, putting his controller down on the coffee table.

Turning in my seat, I simply said, “The dead are starting to talk.”

Within the next hour, everyone from Alpha and Delta Teams sat around Ace’s living room while I mapped out my plan. It was rudimentary, but that’s where Shane came in. I needed his skills to fine tune some of the more detailed parts of the plan.

The plan was three-fold, with several working components and anything could go wrong. If we pulled it off, the brewingwar between the Golden Skulls and the Soulless Sinners would evaporate as both clubs worked together to bring down the last remnants of theSociety, and in doing so would dismantle the Trick Pony.

Part one was simple and easy to accomplish. First, I would reach out to Vladmir, knowing he was with Remi. It wouldn’t be hard to get her to the city, where I would bring her up to speed and give her all the information Reaper instructed me to give her. The faster she was on board, the easier everything else would be. Which would give Storm time to give Pippen all the information I had gathered regarding Delany Campbell, along with the file containing details of his time at the Trick Pony. From there, I knew Dante would investigate and verify everything, and when he did so, he would return to me. After I whipped his ass raw for not trusting me, I would need his help with setting everything up between the clubs. I knew Montana wouldn’t like being played, but I was betting on the fact his attention would be solidly on Reaper, therefore giving me time to reach out to Phantom and bring her up to speed, allowing all three of us to prepare and set up the second half of part one of the plan.

Part two was all Harbor Security. With the current schematics and blueprints of the military installation I was able to acquire from the Department of Defense, they would need time to prepare and do what they did best. As it was, Shane was already going over the blueprints, making notes while he conversed with Matthew and Merc. Once they agreed on their course of action, Phantom, Dante, and I would simultaneously break into the Federal Bureau of Investigations mainframe database, laying a trail that would lead back to us and thus ensuring our arrests.

Part three was the part I wasn’t so sure about, because if Reaper couldn’t get through to Montana, that angry fuckerwould make things worse, ensuring the clubs went to war. I knew neither side really wanted a deadly, bloody biker war. However, unless Reaper could find a way to knock some sense into Montana’s head, that was surely where we were headed. Because regardless of what both men thought about each other, they were family, connected by blood in more ways than they thought, and I needed to find the right time to tell Montana, and to do that, I would need Reaper’s help. More importantly, Reaper had to play his part perfectly, and anything could go wrong, but if he could pull it off, the reign of terror that had plagued both clubs for decades would end and maybe, just maybe, there would be peace.

It was a tall order, that was for sure, but I was willing to roll the dice, putting my faith in the core of every motorcycle club around.

Family and brotherhood above all.

“Sypher, he’s here,” Matthew said, getting my attention as I looked up when the door opened and in walked Reaper and Sandman. Both men looked like hell, but that was understandable considering what they had both been through in the last few weeks. Saying nothing, Sandman stormed off down the hall, slamming a door behind him as Reaper walked warily over to me.

“This better be damn good, Sypher. Sandman is slowly losing his fucking mind. Too many kills and Scab and Chaos are still on the loose, which is only aggravating the mute fucker more. When I get my hands on that little motherfucker, I’m going to slice off his fucking head.”

Nodding, I didn’t comment on that. Reaper was, if anything, efficient with his blades. Instead, I simply said, “We need to talk.”

“Then talk,” he growled.

Tilting my head toward Ace’s bedroom, Reaper followed me. Once he walked past me, I closed the door and got right to the point. When I finished telling him what he needed to know, Reaper just sat on the edge of Ace’s bed, looking at me as if I’d lost my fucking mind.

“It’s true, Reaper. I can prove it too.”

“Who else knows?”

“Me, you, and George Stone. He gave the order, Reaper.”

Groaning, Reaper rubbed his face. “I’m so fucking tired of this shit. I can’t catch a fucking break.” Sighing, he got up and walked over to the window, looking out over the city.

I didn’t know what the man was thinking.

I never knew, but with Reaper it could be anything.

“I have a plan, Reaper. A big part depends on you and your ability to look past Montana’s gruff demeanor. That means, no matter what he says, no matter what he does, you can’t retaliate. You will need to give him time to swallow the truth.”

Reaper huffed, shaking his head.

“Where’s my wife?”

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