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Getting to my feet, I walked over between the warring men and faced Sinclair. “The difference, you sick, twisted motherfucker, is that Silas didn’t have a fucking choice, you did. You want to know why Thena left? It’s because she knew the truth about you. She fucking knew you would never change.”

Sinclair gasped. “You know where she is?”

I shrugged and smirked at the fucker. “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. One thing I do know is, you will never find her until she’s ready to be found.”

As I turned, my gaze fell upon the man who, at great personal risk, had saved the young boy he cherished above all else, a boy he loved more than himself, I added, “He doesn’t blame you, Silas. He never did. He just wants his big brother back.”

“Where is he?” Silas asked.

“With our daughter. Safe.”

Without speaking another word, I turned and walked toward the door, exiting the house swiftly and quietly.

I was on my own.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Montana

December 13, 2024, somewhere in Nebraska,

“Reaper, come look at this.”

Walking over, Reaper stood beside me and stared at the photograph in my hands.

“So, it’s true then?” he said moments later, scanning the wall and all the photos. “The clubs are connected.”

“I think it’s more than that,” I added as my eyes took in what my brain had yet to assimilate. I whispered, “Reaper, I think this is the original chapter.”

He said nothing as he moved closer to the wall, his eyes focused on a singular photo. Stepping beside him, I saw what had captured his attention when my eyes landed on the unthinkable. There in the photo was the man who raised Reaper, James Doherty, standing next to a man I knew very fucking well, Popeye. Both men were smiling, sitting astride their bikes, happy.

“We need to find Sypher and Pippen, fast,” I whispered.

“For once, I agree with you,” Reaper admitted, frowning as he reached into his cut, pulling out his phone and answering it, just as my phone started to ring. The second I saw the caller ID, I groaned.

Connecting the call, I said, “What?”

“Playtime is over. Get your ass back to the city, fast!” Mercy shouted as I heard arguing in the background.

“What happened?”

“You mean what the fuck didn’t happen,” Mercy snarked. “While you and your new BFF were outDriving Miss Daisy, the fucking world imploded. Carly was kidnapped and raped. She’s in the hospital in a medically induced coma. Fury lost his motherfucking shit and went all Jean-Claude Van Damme on Steele. Killed the fucker with his bare hands!”

Grinning, I said, “Brother did us a favor. Don’t see the fucking problem.”

“HE DID WHAT?” Reaper roared, storming toward the front door of the old clubhouse when I vaguely heard Mercy say something about the table, but I soon paid attention when he said, “And Sypher is missing!”

“He’s in federal custody. He’s not missing,” I said absentmindedly, watching Reaper rant and rave as he kicked rocks and cursed up a storm. Whoever was on the other end of that line was getting a fucking ear full.

“Are you even listening to me?” Mercy yelled. “Sypher, Phantom, and our intern got out the night of the Tree Lighting Ceremony. They’d been out for weeks when Sypher showed the fuck up back in the city three days ago. He was seen leaving Sinclair’s place. Now no one knows where he’s at!”

“Kid’s probably just laying low.”

“I’LL KILL HIM!” Reaper roared, turning toward me. Moving fast, Reaper grabbed my phone and sneered, “We are heading back now, Mercy. Get ready.”

Ending the call, the moody fucker shoved my phone against my chest and said, “Sypher changed the plan. Gave himself over to Pandora. The same motherfucking bitch your sick, sadistic brother works for. But before that, little shit decided to become a fucking martyr. He forced our hands. We have no choice anymore.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I scoffed, walking toward the SUV. “I always have a fucking choice.”

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