Page 94 of Sypher

After hanging up the phone, I quickly sent off a text.

Me:You’ve got a week.

Phantom:That’s not enough time.

Me:The plan’s changed. I’m blowing this shit wide open.

Phantom:What the fuck happened?

Me:Dante’s life is in danger.

Phantom:So is everyone else’s. You can’t change the plan just because he’s now part of this fucked-up mess.

Me:I can do whatever the fuck I want. I know where all the skeletons are buried. Not gonna risk his life or my daughter’s. I’ve had enough of this shit. It ends now.

Phantom:Danny, think before you do something stupid.

Me:Just get her somewhere safe before the shit hits the fan.

Phantom:FUCK!

Turning off my phone, I placed it on the table and looked around the diner as Kansas, the president of the Diamondback MC, Shadow, a former brother in the Golden Skulls, and Monk, the Diamondback SAA, walked into the diner, heading straight for me.

“Well, Sypher. We’re here,” Kansas said, sliding into the booth. “This better be fucking good.”

I wasted no time telling them everything I knew, and when I was finished, all three men looked at me as if I’d grown another fucking head. Maybe I had, but I didn’t give a fuck anymore. I was tired of everything. I just wanted it all to end. I refused to lose one more person I cared about, and if that meant giving myself up, then so be it.

I would do anything to protect my family.

“Jesus fuck,” Kansas cursed as Shadow stared in shock. “Does he know?”

“No.” I shook my head. “And I’d prefer it stay that way until the threat to him is gone.”

“Damn,” Monk sighed, shaking his head. “And I thought my family was fucked up. Gotta say, Kansas, yours takes the cake.”

“Does Montana know?” Shadow asked.

Shrugging my shoulders, I admitted, “Don’t know, but he will soon enough. Information is spilling out fast. I can’t contain this. Oracle sent me everything she had, and it’s damning. Once the table learns the truth, they won’t think twice before intervening.”

“Which will piss off Montana and the entire Biker Federation,” Kansas groaned. “Jesus, Montana is going to kill Dakota just for breathing the same air as him.”

“Yeah, but he’s gotta find the fucker first,” Monk added. “And with all that military training, I don’t see him surrendering anytime soon.”

“What do you need us to do?” Shadow tentatively asked.

“I need Dante protected, even from Montana.”

Kansas groaned, sitting back in the booth. “You want me to brand him.”

“Yes.”

“It’s not that easy, Sypher. First off, Montana won’t care,” Kansas began. “I know my brother. He can’t stand betrayal. My old man got off easy when someone else killed him. When Montana gets his hands on Dakota, big brother is going to make him pay for everything he’s done. As for my nephew, Montana isn’t gonna give a shit. He will kill him. Blood be damned. Second, I can’t brand him. I’m not his sponsor.”

“Already took care of that,” I said, looking at my watch. “His sponsor will be here shortly.”

“So why are Monk and I here, then?” Shadow asked.

“Because I’m going to tattoo the Golden Skull on him,” I added as Shadow stiffened.

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