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Reaper

Hanging up the phone, I cursed, “Shit.”

Getting to my feet, I went in search of my wife. I was going to need her help. It looked like the honeymoon was over. So much for staying out of the frying pan because I was about to jump into the fire.

“Problems, boss?” Smoke asked when I walked into the common room.

“Yeah,” I said, looking around. “Where is Sandman?”

“Treehouse with Soleil. They are having tea.”

“Bullseye?”

“Patrolling the town with Hangman.”

“Massacre?”

“In the garage with Player and Axel.”

“Where is Ravage?”

“With Karlyn. Fucker doesn’t leave her side. You know that.”

He was right. I did know that. Ever since Ink’s sister woke from her damn coma, my brother had flat out fucking refused to be separated from the woman.

“Smoke, send everyone a text. Tell them church in an hour.”

“Everyone or just the officers?”

“Everyone.”

My brother nodded, reaching for his phone as my wife walked out of the kitchen. Not waiting for permission, I snagged her hand and dragged her into my office, shutting the door behind me.

“Forget it, Max,” she huffed, standing her ground. “You’re still in the doghouse.”

Shaking my head, I groaned. “Yeah, yeah. I’m never getting out of that shithole. I got it, but this isn’t about me. It’s about Sandman.”

Frowning, she waited.

“Just got a call from Frost, a brother in Disturbed.”

“And?”

“Luc has scheduled a meet with Los Santanas . He asked me to be there. Apparently, his bartender went and killed a few of Miguel’s men.”

Sighing, my woman leaned against my desk. “Still don’t see how this concerns me.”

“The woman, Ivy Scott, just happens to be the young girl Sandman saved the day he killed seven men from the Florida Chapter. He doesn’t know she’s been bartending at Disturbed.”

“Well, you better tell him fast. He saved that girl, so he’s going to feel responsible for her. Sunny has told me that Solomon still worries about her. He regrets sending her away like he did.”

“That’s where you come in.”

“How so?”

“I need your help to tell him. I can’t have him going off the deep end when he sees her.”

“Then you will need Sunny.”

“She’s pregnant, Remi. I don’t want to cause her any stress.”

“She’s married to Solomon. She’s already stressed.”

About twenty minutes later, Sunny walked into my office with Solomon, Ravage following closely behind. He was the only other person in the clubhouse who would remotely understand what Solomon was feeling. While the two men had distinctive, separate backgrounds, they both had one thing in common. They killed easily without a fucking care in the world.

“Sandman, I need to tell you something, and I would appreciate it if you would listen before you lose your shit.”

Ravage groaned. “Not the best way to start, man.”

“Well, I’m doing my best here.”

“What is it, Max?” Sunny sweetly asked as she reached for Solomon’s hand.

“It’s about Ivy. The girl he saved from the Florida Chapter.”

“She dead?” Sandman growled.

“No. She’s alive. She is the bartender at the Disturbed clubhouse.”

“Motherfucker!” Sandman roared, before storming for the door, only to stop dead in his tracks since Ravage stood blocking the way and holding his machete in his hands.

“Let him finish, brother.”

“Solomon, please. Let Max finish.”

Sandman growled, turning back around.

Walking over to him, I handed him a photo. “Is that her?”

Taking it, he looked at the picture and nodded.

“Frost emailed that to me. Her name is Ivy Scott. She is the sister to Malice, the enforcer in the Soulless Sinners. Her father is Devlin Scott. The owner of the BDSM Club Trick Pony,” I said, looking at Ravage, who stiffened but said nothing as I continued, “There is a meet tomorrow. I’m going to need you and Ravage with me.”

With a slam of my gavel, I brought church to order. The only ones missing were Viper and Bayou, only because no one seemed to know where those fuckers were.

Leaning forward, I looked toward the corner of the room where Sandman was standing and began. Fucker was itching to get on his bike and get to Ivy. “I got a call from Disturbed. Looks like Luc called for a meeting with Los Santanas and asked for us to join him. The meet is tomorrow.”

“Good.” Bullseye grinned. “Then we can return the bodies.”

“What bodies?”

“The three fuckers Hangman and I killed in town today.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groaned, shaking my head. “Do I even want to fucking know what happened?”

“Nope,” Bullseye clipped as Phantom smirked.

“Anyway,” I growled. “Sandman and Ravage will go with me. The Wraith Warriors will also attend, since they cover the border with Oregon.”

“I know I’m not an officer so why am I here?” Axel asked, looking around the room.

“All of you are here because there is something else I need to tell you.”

“Swear to fucking God, Reaper,” Bullseye groaned. “If you’ve been keeping secrets again, I’ll kill you myself.”

“It’s not a secret,” I snarked. “It has to do with the files Ghost spent five years looking for.”

Leaning forward, Massacre asked, “The kid figured out that file, didn’t he?”

Of course, Massacre would know what I was referring to. He, along with Viper and Bayou, were part of the group that left with Ghost all those years ago to go on a wild-goose chase. In the end, they found what they were looking for. Only, none of us knew what we had at the time because all we cared about was taking down the Society . It was only after we accomplished that feat that Sypher got bored one night and started going through the rest of the files. What he found was shocking.

“Yeah, he did,” I answered, then said, “Phantom, as of right now, you are working with Sypher. He needs help. He’s waiting for your call.”

Bullseye’s woman said nothing when she got up from the table and headed to her office.

“What I’m about to tell you stays here. The only other person who knows is Remi and only because it partially concerns her. I promised no more secrets, so get comfortable. I’ve got a lot to say.”

Several hours later, I watched in silence as I let my brothers absorb what I’d just told them.

“Why don’t you take this to the table?” Matrix asked when no one else spoke up. “They need to know this.”

Looking at my brother, I narrowed my eyes. “You volunteering to go with me?”

Matrix flinched, then growled, “Fuck no.”

“I do that, then I show our hand. Everyone at that table has their own organization to worry about. This is biker business and I fucking flat out refuse to bring it to Montana. I don’t trust the asshole.”

“Does my uncle know?” Bullseye growled.

“Not yet, but he will soon,” I admitted. “Sypher is almost ready with the files. As soon as he has them all set up, he will send them out.”

“It’s gonna cause a shitstorm,” Ravage stated.

“Yeah, but it will keep everyone busy.” Massacre grinned. “It’s brilliant.”

“Gio has been grooming Cesare to take over the Italian seat,” Axel informed. “You might want to reach out and give him a heads-up.”

“Fuck that,” Player snarked. “Our cousin kept my brother from me. I’m not fucking telling that asshole shit.”

“Reggie, he did it to protect me.” Massacre sighed.

“The fuck he did!” Player shouted. “He did it because it served his own agenda. He could have told me. I wouldn’t have said shit, but he fucking stayed silent. My own fucking blood kept my brother away from me and let me believe he was dead for two motherfucking years. I’ll never forgive him for that.”

Everyone knew Player hated the way shit went down with Massacre and their cousin Giovanni Valentinetti. While I still considered the man a good friend, Player would never forgive Gio for withholding information regarding his brother Massacre.

“What about the Tennessee club?” Ravage asked.

“Savage knows. He is letting the others know as we speak.”

“I’m not talking about that.” Ravage glared. “Do they know everything?”

Shaking my head, I said, “No. I thought you would prefer telling them yourself.”

“Tell them what?” Bullseye sat up, looking from me to Ravage. When Ravage said nothing, Bullseye turned to me.

“Sorry. Not my story to tell. Ravage will speak when he’s ready.”

“Hate to pile on here, but have you given any thought to what Montana will do when he figures this shit out?” Matrix asked. “Because he doesn’t strike me as a guy to sit back and do nothing.”

Leaning back in my chair, I grinned. “Montana’s got his hands full at the moment. He’s recently learned about his father’s involvement with the Society , more importantly, about a pact with the former Pakhan , Konstantin Baranov, and businessman, Devlin Scott. To make matters worse for him, someone recently revealed to his enforcer, Malice, that Ivy Scott is his sister. Let’s just say Montana is doing everything he can to contain the volatile man.”

“And who was fucking stupid enough to do that?” Bullseye asked.

I looked at my brother and grinned. “Me.”

Bullseye rolled his eyes and groaned. “You’re playing with fire.”

“No, I’m giving that fucknut a taste of his own medicine.”

“This shit with Los Santanas goes south and they will show up here,” Matrix informed.

Smiling, I looked at the men around the table and said, “That’s exactly what I’m hoping for.”

“Why?” Ink asked.

Groaning, Bullseye shook his head. “Because paybacks are a bitch, best served Golden.”