Page 58 of Sypher

Fucking pussy.

I also made damn sure Dante knew who wore the fucking pants in our relationship, because I gave him no room to argue and had his apartment packed within days, which caused an argument he quickly lost. Now ensconced in my building that I anonymously purchased from Montana, which gave me the perfect view of Stone House from across Central Park. I couldn’t wait for him to learn that when he looked out his bedroom window at night, he would see me staring right back at him.

It was the little things that made me happy.

While I continued to plan and gather information that would help bring down Pandora and the Trick Pony, Reaper took the Golden Chair back and Remi returned home. Now that she was secure, my plan was a go, and everything was slowly falling into place.

A few days ago, Reaper informed me he got word that Devlin Scott was in Destiny, California. Upon confirming this, I promptly dispatched my brother and his team to guarantee the man never saw daylight again. With Devlin Scott now dead,there was nothing to stop me from enacting part two of my plan. The problem was, I could only get access to the Trick Pony’s lesser files and, while those were incriminating enough, it wasn’t enough.

I needed concrete proof, a smoking gun I could deliver into the FEDs fucking hands that would ensure they wouldn’t overlook what I fucking knew they already suspected and did absolutely nothing to investigate. I also needed to ensure that both clubs survived and stayed off the FEDs radar if my plan failed. To make matters worse, the ghost files Pop left behind were revealing what I had already suspected.

The Golden Skulls and the Soulless Sinners were connected.

In fact, they were the same damn fucking club. But more importantly, the blood connection between the two stubborn presidents would blow the lid off everything and ruin all my plans if they found out before they were both on the same page. I needed both Montana and Reaper to take down Pandora, whoever the hell she was, because I fucking knew when she learned what I had planned, she would come for me and make it her life’s mission to kill me.

Which was something else I had to prepare for.

What I also knew about the bitch was she was the true mastermind behind everything, theSociety, the pedophile farms, the war between the clubs, the Trick Pony, everything. She was also the cunt who tortured and raped Dante.

For that alone she would die, if it was the last thing I ever did.

But before I could allow that to happen, I needed to get into that fucking off-site military installation because I knew the fucking bitch wouldn’t think twice before ordering their deaths.

There were so many moving parts, at times it felt like my head was spinning. It wasn’t easy keeping everyone’s secrets. Bad enough I was keeping pertinent information from Reaper, but it was the only way, until I could firmly answer everyquestion both of them would inevitably throw at me, because when the time came, what I had in my head was the only thing that would save me.

Groaning, I sat up, wiping my hands down my face when I heard a knock at the door. Getting up, I trudged over to it and flung it open, only to stumble back several steps before falling on my ass in shock.

“What the fuck?!” I roared, blinking several times, trying to get my head to assimilate who I was seeing.

I mean, logically I fucking knew.

I knew from the moment I breached Pop’s ghost files, but it was an entirely different thing to see with my own eyes.

The last time I saw her, I was barely twelve. My mom and dad were still alive, and I was oblivious to everything around me.

Yet, there she stood, smiling down at me, her hand extended.

“Wow, you grew up, Danny.”

Reaching for her hand, I scrambled to my feet and sneered, “What the hell are you doing here, Tyrant? If anyone were to recognize you, everything we’ve worked for would go to shit.”

“Yeah, well about that,” Mia, Reaper’s half-sister, Ghost’s dead wife and mother to Rebekah shrugged. Mia was shot in the crossfire when Darrin Reynolds walked into the California clubhouse, crazed out of his fucking mind, demanding Remi back. In the end, Remi emptied a clip into the motherfucker, killing him, and the club rushed Mia to the hospital where Healer, the club’s former doctor andSocietysympathizer, informed the club she had died on the table.

How she survived was still a mystery, but knowing Mia, it was a story all on its own.

“The plans have changed. They sent me here to break the news. They thought seeing me would soften the blow, so to speak.”

Mia Caroline Doherty was respectively the biggest pain in the ass around. The stubborn woman refused to listen to anyone and created trouble everywhere she went. Hence the club name, Tyrant. Yet, looking at her now, I could see something different about her. A strong resignation that solidified her resolve.

“They need you to move up your infiltration timeline. They need her out of that facility immediately.”

“Why? What happened?” I stiffened.

There was no fucking way.

It was impossible.

I didn’t have nearly enough information yet, plus the teams weren’t ready.

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