Page 47 of Anarchy

“I haven’t had the time and I’m not sure I want to at this point,” he says as Zayn passes the joint back to him.

“That’s some heavy shit,” I say, and he nods.

“That’s not all. Apparently, mom stole Teagan’s life from her and all this shit, and now she wants it back,” He says, and I laugh.

“She’s sick, but she can have fun with that. It’s not her life anymore. There’s nothing to give her. Everyone around us is dead. From what I read in Mom’s journal, Teagan was a mean bitch who was obsessed with Dad. Besides that, someone kidnapped my twin sister, Jocelyn, in Ireland at the castle, leading me to another conclusion,” I say, looking over at Spade who raises a brow at me.

“What now?” he groans.

“I can’t confirm this, but my suspicions are that either your father and or Armando are the ones responsible for Jocelyn’s disappearance. And before you say anything, look at who sits at the table now, and think about who was sitting at the table all those years ago. Flynn attended a council meeting the night Jocelyn disappeared; therefore, so did The Aces. They were furious that my mother fled the country and didn’t know that Flynn was our biological dad. They didn’t have the chance to take me because I was with my mom when they stole my sister. It’s the only conclusion that makes fucking sense,” I say, and Spade covers his face with his hand.

“I’m not saying you're wrong, but we need to dig deeper into that. But even if we find out that your suspicions are true, there’s nothing we can do about it. The Aces are dead,” he says, and I nod.

“I know, but I’d still like to find her and know what happened. It’s a piece of my life that was taken from me and I want it back,” I admit, and he nods.

“This is some heavy shit. What the fuck did I get myself into?” Zayn says, and I laugh.

“Welcome to the shit show, my guy,” I laugh as he shakes his head.

“Anything else Ry?” Spade asks, and he nods.

“The day Kai’s men came to the house. I saw The Monster in Jameson first hand. He was killing men left and right doing his thing, then all of a sudden, he changed and started speaking a different language in a tone I’ve never heard before. He kept repeating the same shit over and over again,” he says, and I gasp.

“What the fuck, Ryder. What did he say?” I ask, and he takes a deep breath.

“Daddy’s perfect puppet and kill the children. I pointed the gun at his head and all of a sudden, he came back and didn’t remember anything. He begged me not to tell you guys but said if the monster came out again and he was hurting anyone, to take the monster down. Hence last night,” he says as I bring my hand over my mouth.

“Jesus christ,” Spade says, hanging his head in defeat.

“So, he told me that last night was the first time The Monster let him see what was happening. I thought the voices were his intrusive thoughts that turned into impulsive actions, but he said he killed The Carver when he was in the asylum and doesn’t understand why this is happening, and that when he blacks out, he’s seeing snippets of a person doing things but he doesn’t know who the person is, and sometimes, doesn’t even remember, and that when he comes back, he feels guilty like he’s done things he can’t remember and doesn’t know if those things can be redeemed,” I tell them, and they all look dumbfounded.

“So, when you left the warehouse, he was himself?” Spade asks, and I nod.

“Yes, he was. When I walked in here, he was still himself,” I say.

“But the minute Dalton came down and uttered those three words, the switch happened. How the fuck did he do that?” Ryder asks, and I shake my head.

“I don’t know. I don’t have the answers to that, but fuck. How the hell are we going to get him back? Jamie is a danger to himself, but not only that, he is a danger to us now too,” I say, and Spade growls.

“This is bullshit. Jay would never hurt us. He loves us. But that monster wants our flesh, and that's not something to take lightly. This is totally fucking fucked,” he says, and I nod.

“It is, and I don’t know how to help him when we don’t know the true trigger, other than the words Dalton spoke. There has to be more to it, and we need to figure it out fast,” I say, and they all nod. “As much as I want to walk into the Callaghan mansion and tie Dalton up with explosives, it’s just really anti-climatic. Don’t ya think?” I add, and they laugh.

“We aren’t like that. We much rather torture for days, maybe even weeks, draining the human body of their blood. Strapping bombs to someone's person is the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard of. Let’s not ever speak that into existence again. Worst way to kill him. He deserves so much worse,” Spade says, shaking his head as I laugh harder.

“Agreed,” I say as I look at my husband, who is frowning yet again.

“There’s one more thing,” he says, and I raise a brow.

“On our way back from the drop point this morning, my Charger was shot at in a drive-by. All I know is that the car was black. I didn’t even get the make or model. Someone is gunning for us, and I don’t know who to look at first,” he says, and I take a deep breath.

“I just wanted to give birth before I started going on a killing spree, but that doesn’t look like it's going to happen. There’s only so much I’ll take before I unleash hell on everyone,” I spit.

“We have to do something. It’s getting too dangerous for the kids,” Spade says, and I nod.

“You’re right, but for tonight, we table this until I can think straight. I’m still fucking jet lagged, and this has all been too much for one day,” I say, getting up from the couch.

“I’ll meet you in bed later. I want to talk with Ryder for a bit and help Zayn to the pool house,” he says, and I nod.

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