Page 101 of Massacre
“For nine months, Kane lived a normal life. Worked two jobs and provided for Gretchen. They didn’t have much, but they were happy. What neither of them knew was that Kalden knew and had a brother watching them, and when Gretchen went into labor, Kalden was there, waiting in the wings with Jane Craven. Kane never left Gretchen’s side. He watched as she delivered their son. He even got to hold him before their worlds turned upside down. Because one minute, they were happy and free; the next, Kalden was dragging Kane back to the Brotherhood, Jane took the baby, and Gretchen was told to fucking disappear before they killed her other son.”
“Jesus Christ,” Sal muttered. “It’s all my fault.”
“No, it was your father’s fault,” Declan said resolutely. “He was the one she was running from.”
Looking at Sypher, Sal asked, “Do you know what happened to her?”
Sypher slowly shook his head. “All I could find out was after Atlanta, Gretchen Foster disappeared.”
“Who the fuck is Gretchen Foster?” King growled as Sal looked at his son and clearly said, “She’s your mother, Darcy.” Sal exhaled. “She changed her name again after that to Bridgit Mahoney. Duane found her in California. Her son was killed, and she died shortly after.”
“But Ravage is alive. What son are you talking about?” Blade asked.
Sal sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s all the information we’ve been able to find up to now. I don’t know who the other son is or where she is buried.”
King quietly stood and walked out of church without saying a damn word. Declan moved to go after him but Jack jumped to his feet and said, “I’ve got this one, Sheriff.” Then the brother rushed out after his president.
Leaning forward, Cash spoke up, “I want to know how in the hell the two of you, who were ready to kill each other, decided to team up.”
Jingles chucked. “Yeah. I kind of want to know that too.”
Smirking, I simply said, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”
Romeo laughed. “That’s right. We’re BFFs now!”
“You buying this bullshit?” Colt groaned.
“Not one fucking bit,” Ghost said, shaking his head.
“What?” I scoffed. “I can be personable.”
“You’re a pain in the ass,” Reggie muttered.
“Shut up, Reggie.”
“Make me, Dwayne.”
Gio groaned. “Dear God, Reaper. Do us all a favor and kill them both.”
“I’d pay money to see that.” Declan smirked just as King and Jack returned.
All banter stopped as the president of the Silver Shadows retook his seat and sighed. “Unless you are wearing a fucking cut, I want you out. Now.”
Blade spoke up next. “Dec, why don’t you take everyone to see the baby. Becca’s waiting for you all.”
“Yeah.” The sheriff nodded, his eyes never leaving King. “That might be best. Come on, Sal.”
A tense silence swept through the room, heavy with the weight of the president’s command. Chairs scraped against the floor as those without colors quietly filed out, casting wary glances at the table. The handful of us who remained exchanged looks—equal parts relief and trepidation. King’s gaze flicked across our faces, settling on each of us as if daring us to test his patience.
Reaper, never one to back down from a challenge, tapped the table with two fingers, the sound sharp in the hush. “So,” he drawled, “what the fuck happened next?”
Before I could speak, Romeo jumped in. “I was out riding when I passed Morpheus on the road headed out toward the Powell Ranch. I called Winchester, giving him the heads-up, then I took the old service road that allowed me onto the property unseen. When I got to the cabin, I saw Morpheus with his hand around Massacre’s neck. Gotta say, King, that fucker is scary, but when he walked away, ordering Massacre to leave that sick son of a bitch alone, I knew Massacre wouldn’t do it.”
“So you two morons, what?” Cash interjected. “Buried the hatchet?”
“Not really.” Romeo grinned. “I figured if I couldn’t beat the hell out of Massacre, Daniel Scott was the next best thing.”
“What did you do?” Jingles asked.
