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Reaper

Soulless Sinners’ Clubhouse.

“For the record, I will not think twice before throwing the both of you under the bus when Sypher learns what I did. That being said, I did what you asked,” Matrix stated, getting down to business with zero finesse.

God, I missed the kid. At least he was happy about doing his job. Montana and I were working off a hunch that the only reason Sypher deviated from the primary plan was because he learned something about Dante and changed the plan at the last minute to protect him. As to what the kid learned, we didn’t know. I originally wanted Phantom to look into Sypher’s past, but the stubborn woman laughed and hung up on me. When I called Player, he just flat out refused and said hell no. Montana called a few of his contacts and like Player and Phantom, they laughed, flat out refused or said good luck. It seemed no one had the balls to dig into the past of the best hacker on the planet. So, when I called Matrix, I didn’t give the fucker a choice. I ordered him to do it. He wasn’t fucking happy about it, but I didn’t give a damn.

“Danny James Franks, born—”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groaned, banging my head on the table. “What the fuck, Matrix? I don’t need his complete fucking biography.”

“You want this shit or not?” the grumpy fucker snarked. “’Cause I’ve got better shit to do than this petty shit my son can do in his sleep.”

“Is he always this cranky?” Montana asked.

“Only when he’s awake,” I sneered, then looked at the screen and added, “Skip to the fucking good stuff.”

“Well, the kid lost his virginity—”

“MATRIX!”

I growled when the motherfucker had the audacity to smile at me. I was going to kill him. Samuel had plenty of uncles to help raise him. He would never miss his father.

“Fine,” Matrix sighed. “Backtracking from when Sypher left Sinclair’s house on the thirteenth of December, Danny arrived in New York City on United Airlines flight 3221 from Chicago, Illinois.”

“Did the flight originate from there?” Montana asked.

“No. The flight originated from Lincoln, Nebraska.”

“Nebraska?” I muttered, looking at Montana. “That’s Silver Shadows territory.”

“And close to the Diamondbacks,” Montana added.

“Now, here is where shit gets weird,” Matrix continued. “I found no trail of him in Nebraska, but I did find an apartment leased to a Kansas Stone in Oklahoma City. I thought your brother lived in Lawton?”

Montana stiffened. “He does. It’s where the Diamondback clubhouse is. Kansas and Kali renovated a place just north of town.”

“Well, either Kansas is fucking around on his wife, or someone else is living in that apartment.”

“You got an address for this apartment, Matrix?” I asked.

“Yeah, sending it to your phone now,” he said, adding, “You should also know that I found two of Sypher and Dante’s college friends living in Diamond Creek.”

“Who?” I asked.

“Two women. An Ellery Livingston, who married a Silver Shadow brother, Ryder Thomas, and another woman named Jessica Montoya.”

“What are the odds of two former college friends living not far from Oklahoma City and one being connected to another biker club?”

“Slim, but I’m not ready to place my bet yet,” I muttered.

“Then how about these odds,” Matrix said. “When the FBI arrested the geek squad, the facility they took them to was in Northwest Kansas, only an hour from Diamond Creek, and after Harbor Security rescued the geek squad, they blew the facility to hell.”

“Oh, I’m liking these odds.” Montana smirked. “What else?”

“Did some digging into the Silver Shadows. There’s a brother there, goes by the name Stocks. Real badass and also an expert in demolitions. And just to make shit more interesting, the Silver Shadows have been hosting a particularly cranky Soulless Sinner for the last several weeks. Want to take a guess who it is?”

Montana growled. “I’ll fucking kill him!”

Reaching for his phone, Montana quickly dialed a number and placed his phone on the table, hitting the speaker button just as the call connected.

“Not fucking talking to you, asshole.”

“Too fucking bad. Vacation is over. What the hell do you know?”

“I know you’re a fucking pussy-whipped pencil dick and you still cry like a little bitch when you don’t get your way.”

I leaned back in my chair and chuckled as Montana glared at me, clenching his fist.

“Goddammit, Bane, this is fucking serious. Do you know what the fuck is going on here? All hell is breaking loose.”

“Always does with you around,” the man groaned. “What else is new?”

“Are you in Nebraska?”

“Right now, I’m sitting at a bar, trying to forget we ever met.”

“You’re gonna wish you were never fucking born when I get my hands on you. Are you staying at the Silver Shadows, yes or no?”

Bane sighed. “Yes.”

“Was Sypher there recently?”

“Not that I can recall,” the man said, then added, “Now, as much as I loathe our conversations, I’m hanging up on you.”

“Ba—” Montana barely got out before the line went dead. “I take it back. I’m gonna rip his brand off his back with my bare hands before I strangle the fucker to death. I’m done with his shit.”

“And on that note, my job is done.”

And just like Bane, Matrix logged off and the screen went black.

“Is it just me or are these fuckers forgetting who’s in charge?” I asked, glancing at Montana, who was trying unsuccessfully to breathe through his rage. “Up for another road trip?”

“Where to?”

“Oklahoma City to check out that apartment.”

“You heard Bane. Sypher wasn’t in Nebraska.”

“That he can recall,” I groaned. “Don’t know about you, fucknuts, but something ain’t right in the Midwest, and I want to know what we’re missing. Look, we can fly out today, snoop around for an hour or two and be back in the city before anyone realizes we’re gone.”

“Fine,” Montana relented, getting to his feet. “But if you piss me off, I’m throwing you out the airlock without a parachute.”