According to the records, Dad recruited Big John away from Valdones a year after he'd started the motorcycle club. Nobody left Valdones alive.

"If I remember right, Big John was in prison after Dad went to war with Valdones and didn't get out until..." Zane grabbed another file and opened it, shuffling through the papers. "He got out two years before Dad went to prison." He met Kingsley's gaze. "The same year Louanne Carpenter was killed."

He planted his hands on the desk. "We have to tell the girls."

"Agreed. But not tonight. It's late." Zane put the papers back in the files and locked the drawer. "We'll let them sleep."

"What about Big John?"

"I'll let him know tomorrow when we tell River and Kenna, " Zane said, rising from his desk.

Kingsley crossed his arms. Big John was Kenna and River's only relative—the only relative not sitting on Death Row.

Secrets run deep in Gem Haven.

Chapter Thirty One

Kenna

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The mattress compressed and Kingsley rolled. Kenna threw her arm and leg over him, keeping him in bed.

"Gem Haven doesn't run itself." He kissed her. "It's noon."

Shocked at the time, she sat up and threw off the blanket. "Why didn't you tell me?"

She was due to work at the bar at three o'clock. It was bad enough that she took off yesterday to go to St. Maries.

"You needed to sleep." He tagged her wrist, stopping her from going into the bathroom. "Besides, you're not working today."

"Yes, I am."

"We're having Taylor work your shift," he said.

The hair on the back of her neck prickled. Something was going on.

"Am I fired?"

Kingsley's brows lowered. "No."

"Then, why can't I work today?"

"I thought you wanted to go through your dad's package with River." He slipped a black T-shirt over his head. "Zane's coming down from the clubhouse at one o'clock."

How had she forgotten? Everything that had happened yesterday rushed to the forefront.

"I'm almost afraid of finding out what's in there." She snaked her arms around him. "So much has happened. I'm afraid of what else we'll discover."

"It'll be okay." He kissed her. "Nothing changes between us. You've got your sister. This is your home."

"Forever?"

"Damn straight." He patted her ass. "Get dressed. Take a shower. Do whatever you gotta do. I'm going downstairs and getting a pot of coffee going. Do you want something to eat?"

"No." She pressed her hand to her stomach. "I can't eat now."

Alone in the bedroom, she picked out her clothes and then showered. Once she was done, she dressed and dried her hair.