Page 113 of Pope's Penance

My brows furrow as I peer around.“He was with us.”

“Are you sure?Did you actually see him ride out with you?”Cypher questions us.

“What the fuck is going on?”

“There was nothing suspicious.Not until right after we all left out of the chapel.He was in a fucking hurry.I watched him snatch his phone from the lockbox.I couldn’t tell who he called, but he told them we knew.”

My stomach hardens at his words.

Fucking Monster?There’s no goddamn way.

“Do we know for sure his phone call had something to do with Frankie?”

“The context was there, but I wanted to be sure, so I followed him on the cameras.He met up with Dimples, and they spoke in a tone too intimate for the cameras to pick up.When I pulled up more footage of her, I glimpsed Monster’s black hair before they cut the feed, so I went through the CCTV footage and followed them from the club to here.Then I picked Dimples’s car up on the highway with her, Monster, and another person in the back.They were heading away from here.I followed them through the city, but they eventually turned onto a road where there were no cameras around.I haven’t been able to pick them back up.”

Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.

My fingers dig into my hair as I toss my head back and let out a roar.

It’s full of anger.

Of anguish.

Of goddamn betrayal.

Birdie and the twins.

Coldness spreads through my core as my emotions shut down.Once I feel the deadness of my soul, I straighten my posture and lock my eyes on every man standing around me.

They raise their chins, holding my eyes, their readiness for war etched onto their faces.

“Tear this fucking city apart.I want them found, and I want them at my feet.”

With sharp nods, they fire up their bikes and peel off.

I pull my phone from my pocket, glancing at Cypher.“Get in touch with Chimera.We need their help.I don’t give a fuck if it drains my pockets.Find me everything on Monster and that bitch Dimples.Malice, get someone to grab Coco and lock her in the club until I get there.We need to find out what the fuck she knows.Go gentle in case she’s blindsided.”

Then I pull up Birdie’s contact and hit the call icon.

Except instead of her sweet voice answering my call, I get nothing but continuous ringing over the line before being sent to voicemail.

I try again.

And again.

Before the ice around my soul cracks and fear slithers through the crevices.

Cyanide tries the men he had stationed at my house.

The terror in his eyes freezes the blood in my veins.

Time seems to slow down as I try to find out information about my family.

My ribs seem too tight as pressure builds in my chest.

I send Manic to my house, listening to the growl of his pipes as he races there.

He screams their names, but only silence greets him.

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