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– DEEDS –

My gaze is set on my woman as she paces the room. Bee is still digging through Lowyn’s background to find more information, and yet the theory she gave us does fit the possibility. Besides, the why and how doesn’t change the past.

My kid steps close to me and whispers, “I know I gave Ma the final say on how this information is handled. Telling Livi while she’s preparing for her first undercover case? I don’t know if that’s the best decision.”

Without thinking I state, “Or it could save her life to know about her blood connection.” Turning to look at him, I add, “If she gets in a fucked-up situation the task force doesn’t want to get her out to jeopardize things. Your mother would rain down hell and walk right through it herself if one of her own is at risk, doesn’t even have to be blood.”

Archer stays silent and the look on his face tells me he knows I’m right.

“She’s my cousin,” he finally states. “Knowing her all my life or not, doesn’t make a damn difference. If she’s in danger we will come running, government approved or not.”

I smile at my kid with pride. “Exactly.”

“Fine,” he grumbles and takes his phone from his pocket. “I’ll set up a meeting for tomorrow.”

“Also, smart thinking. Today will give our side of the family time to process before facing Livi.”

I notice the arrival of Zack and Blue on the feed of the security camera, and so does my kid. We both wander into the main room of the clubhouse.

“Where is she?” Blue asks with concern as she strides inside, Zack right behind him.

Blue and Zack’s twin sons, Heath and Hayden, step into the clubhouse along with their old ladies, Bran and Deanna. The twins took over a while ago as co-presidents and recently overcame some rough shit with a rival MC. It also brought them some good in the havoc since they met their old ladies, also identical twins, and like Heath and Hayden have completely different personalities.

“The office,” I tell Blue and follow her as she practically jogs in that direction.

Blue takes one step into the office and snaps, “I didn’t bring my shovel. So, if I have to kill or bury a body, you’d have to lend me one.”

My woman snickers. Her gaze finds Zack who steps into the room behind me and it releases a flow of emotions to wash over her face. My chest constricts at the sadness in her eyes and I’m crossing the room to take her into my arms without a second thought.

I don’t get to comfort her because Blue is fucking blocking me. These two lived next-door to one another as they were growing up and have always been best friends. They have the kind of relationship where loyalty, support, friendship, and love flow through their veins along with their blood.

Concern enters Zack’s gaze, and Archer’s office is getting mighty crowded with Heath, Hayden, and their old ladies also inside.

The door falls shut, and I feel the need to say, “What you’re about to hear is good with a mixture of an ugly background news. Though, the bottom line we gain something we never knew existed. Remember the positive.”

“Remember the positive,” Hayden echoes as he leans against the wall. “Nice thing to smooth things over before shit hits the fan.”

“Yuck,” Deanna grumbles. “I always hate it when people say that. My brain gives me an unnecessary visual.”

Hayden grins and reaches out to pull his old woman close. Damn fine to see the second generation of Areion Fury falling one by one. Too many damn stallions in that motorcycle club still running wild. Hopefully, with each of the co-presidents both claiming an old lady, shit will settle down.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Blue states with a load of disbelief in her voice. “No damn way. Motherfucker. Shame he’s dead or I–”

“Mind sharing with the rest instead of the hush, hush between besties?” Zack grumbles.

Lynn and Blue are still caught up in their own world.

Turning to Zack, I tell him, “Archer’s attention was caught a few days ago when he saw a photograph of a woman who looked like a doppelganger of Lynn in her younger years. Fast forward to today, we now know she’s not a doppelganger. Elowyn Livingstone is in fact your niece.”

Zack is as shocked as Heath and Hayden.

I continue to give him the details. “She’s twenty-six, works in law enforcement, and is currently working on going undercover as Livi Stone. There’s a taskforce trying to bring down Wisely Dicey.”

“We have a cousin?” Heath whispers.

“Impossible,” Zack growls. “Wait. Did you say Livingstone?”

Hotlips is suddenly in front of me, taking over when she says, “Bee had a theory, which fits perfectly.”

“Dad said Lowyn was the one who told them our sister died the day she was born. How the maternity ward burned down, and Ma barely made it out of there alive with Dad’s help. That fucker stole our sister, didn’t he?” Zack snarls, shakes his head and takes a deep breath before he adds, “It really is a good thing he’s dead or I would have ended a cop’s life without caring about the damn consequences.”

A blanket of silence covers the room for a few heartbeats until Zack whispers, “Our sister died with them in the car accident eight years ago.”

“Yeah.” Lynn steps forward and hugs her brother. “I doubt she ever knew about us.”

Blue is explaining things to her twins and their old ladies while I tell Zack, “Your niece doesn’t know she has living relatives. Archer will set up a meeting for tomorrow to let her know since we gained her DNA without her permission.”

“I want to be there,” he tells me as he steps back from hugging his sister.

Blue turns to face us. “How the hell did you get her DNA without her permission?”

My old lady shoots her best friend a devilish grin. “We not so accidentally ran into her and managed to persuade her into getting some facial piercings.”

Blue’s head tips back and a bark of laughter rips out.

Zack shakes his head. “Let me guess…snake bites.”

Hotlips throws her thumbs in the air. “Hell yeah, along with a tongue piercing.”

Chuckles flow through the air and thank fuck the mood shifted to positive vibes. Hopefully it stays that way, and shit goes smoothly tomorrow as well…when Livi finds out about her connection to not one, but two motorcycle clubs along with a truckload of family.