Page 68 of Sypher

“Because I’ve been playing around with an experimental tracking device I’m kind of dying to try out. If I plant the fuckingthing in my eye, it will give you a clear video of my entrance into the fucking place.”

“And with that, I would have all the access codes,” Matthew stated.

“And the current layout of the inside.”

“Fuck, that would work.” He laughed.

“But you’ll need to find Ace fast, ‘cause it’s his tech. I modified it, but only Ace knows how to access it.”

“Jesus fuck,” Law cursed. “You two and your fucking tech. If you two ever get your heads out of your asses, together you two would be unstoppable. Is there any place you can think of Ace would go?”

“No. He wouldn’t bring heat down on the family, so they are out. You know him better than I do, Law. I was thirteen when he left home for the military. Just find him.”

“Fine. I’ll find the fucker, but I need you to wipe Harbor Security, ‘cause it won’t be long before the fucking FEDs raid the place.”

“Already on it,” I said, sending a Trojan horse into the system to eat and destroy all the information stored in the servers at the Harbor on 5th. “Place will be clean within the hour.”

“Contact Delta Team and tell Merc his team needs to run point. I can’t pull Beta and Charlie teams. Merc needs to cover for the rest of the teams until we’re in the clear and have him send me Gadget.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a man fucking down until I fucking find Ace. Then I need you to contact Lucifer Hawk and tell him‘Boots on the Ground.’He will know what that means. After that, you need to prepare yourself, because you are about to walk into the lion’s den. Until I can get to you and the others, you need to stay alive. Got me?”

“Yeah. I got you.”

“Good. I need to go. We’re moving out.”

Leaning back in my chair, my mind swam with what Law said. While I knew the FBI would center the majority of their search on Alpha Team, they wouldn’t come for me until I breached their building. So that gave me time. Time Law needed to find my brother. What I wanted to know was what Ace found that spooked him. Whatever it was, had to be big, because my brother never deviated from any mission. He was as solid as they came. Which told me it could only be one thing. He found information on someone close to him. Someone he would die to protect. Which narrowed down the possibilities, and when I really thought about it, I knew which family member he was protecting.

Reaching for my phone, I dialed his number.

Leaning forward in my chair, the call connected.

“Hey, kid. What’s up?”

“Your past is out in the open.”

Silence.

“I can give you a few months, but I suggest you come clean with the club fast. You knew this wasn’t something you could run from forever. Talk to Reaper and come up with a plan.”

“Does he know?”

“Called you first.”

“Thanks, kid.”

“I’m sorry, Jackson. I really am.”

“I know,” he murmured before hanging up on me.

I hated this shit for Jackson. I really did, but there was nothing I or the club could do to stop the nightmare that was about to befall him. Soon he would have to make a choice, and I knew that choice would take him away from us, because when the biker world learned who Jackson really was, it would be a free-for-all to see who could get to him first, and when the dust settled, it would change the landscape of the biker world forever.

I learned the truth after I helped the club locate Bipartisan Aces, also known as theCollector, Sebastian Capribella, Layla’s biological dad. What I did that day for the club solidified my standing within the club and inadvertently changed my life forever.

“Here, boy, sit here,” my dad said, getting up from his seat, letting me sit at the head of the table.

Doing so, the club brothers got up and gathered around me as I spoke. “This right here was his last known location. We know he flew out of this small airport when he took Mr. Reaper’s wife.”

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