Page 101 of Shadow

My life with the Golden Skulls was nothing but misery and death. It almost consumed me.

Damn near did.

When I left the Golden Skulls, I had no intention of ever returning. I knew I wouldn’t and I think my brother Ghost knew that, too.

I had lived out my usefulness with the Golden Skulls.

Killing Jinx, while horrible, set me on a path to redemption. Part of me still couldn’t believe where my life landed but lying next to Joan and seeing the cut on the chair, I knew I was right where I needed to be.

All thanks to Jinx.

Unable to get back to sleep, I carefully got out of bed and left the room. After getting something to drink, I headed for the farm office that was shared by everyone.

There were still some loose ends that I needed to take care of regarding the Diamondbacks. Sitting at the desk, I opened the computer and brought up Jinx’s thumb drive. Highlighting the club files, I copied them into an email, sending them directly to Kansas.

They were now his problem.

Seeing Joan’s file, I knew I should delete it. There was no reason to keep the file. My woman was safe and would be for all time to come. However, that’s when I noticed a sub folder I hadn’t seen before.

Clicking on it, picture after picture of Kali popped up.

There were hundreds of them. From a young girl to adulthood. There were even pictures of her being pregnant with her children. Scanning the photos, I smiled.

Even though he wasn’t around, Kole watched over her. He kept tabs on her. He missed nothing of his sister’s life. Though he wasn’t involved, he was there, right along with her.

There was even a folder with the name John Stevens on it.

Opening it, I leaned forward and read what Jinx had discovered about the former husband and lawyer. The man was fucking dirty. That was something everyone already knew. I didn’t need Jinx to tell me that, but scouring the files, what I saw made my blood run cold.

Reaching for the phone, I dialed Kansas.

“This better be good asshole,” he groaned sleepily.

“You have another problem.”

“Whatever it is, can wait.”

“No, it can’t. I was right about Monk. He wasn’t completely truthful with us. He left something big out of his story. Like the fact that he’s a fucking New Jersey Police officer.”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

“He’s a cop, Kansas, and to make matters worse, he’s a cop from the same hometown Whisper is from.”

“What the fuck does Whisper have to do with this?”

“Whisper killed three men who raped and killed his twelve-year-old sister. It’s a long story and Whisper will need to tell you the rest, but I’m telling you right now, you have an undercover cop in the clubhouse, who knows everything.”

“And who admitted to giving the U.S. Marshall Service information about the clubhouse. Son of a bitch,” Kansas growled.

I could hear him moving about when he ordered, “Get your ass to the clubhouse. Bring that fucking thumb drive. I’ll call the others.”

Hanging up the phone, I clicked out of the files and removed the drive when a chat screen appeared.

I know your secret.

Typing into the box. I asked. Who is this?

I didn’t have to wait long before a picture of Samuel, Matrix’s son, appeared on the screen.

Sitting up straight, I quickly typed.

Who the fuck is this?

You won’t get away with this.

Before I could type anything more, the chat box disappeared.

This is not the end…

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