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Haizley said nothing as Dante fidgeted in his seat.

“There’s more, Sis.”

“There is?”

“Yeah,” Dante sighed. “Shortly after you ran off, our parents showed up. They’re here.”

“Where?”

Dante nodded. “Out in the hallway. I told them to give me a few minutes to break the news to you, considering how you reacted when you overheard Kytten. She really feels bad about that, by the way. She’s kicking herself ten ways to Sunday.”

“It’s not her fault. What are they like? I mean, I already know Bane. I know Val too. At least I thought I did.”

Dante shrugged. “She seems nice. I look like her. We have the same hair and eyes. I think you take more after Dad. She really wants to talk to you. She feels really horrible about staying away from you. She said it was for your protection.”

“Do you believe that?”

“I don’t know, Sis.” He sighed, looking away. “I get it. She took care of Danny in New York. I talked to her every day, and she never told me. All I know is, one minute I had no parents, no sibling, and now my family is all under one roof. It’s weird. I really don’t know how to act.”

“And that’s perfectly fine.” Haizley smiled, reaching for Dante’s hand. “Neither one of you are expected to think or feel anything. This is a lot to process. Bane and Valhalla will follow your lead on this.”

Chapter Five

Massacre

Seeing Bane’s bike parked in front of the Queen’s Diamond, I smirked and pulled in right next to him.

At least we could agree on one thing.

Turning off my engine, I’d just stepped off my bike when my phone started ringing. Reaching into my cut, I removed it and looked at the screen. Knowing I couldn’t put him off forever, I answered, “Yeah.”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” Reaper roared into the phone. Rolling my eyes, I looked around as people gawked, clearly hearing the irate fucker as if he were standing right next to me. “What part of stay the fuck out of trouble don’t you understand? Now I’ve got three motherfucking club presidents demanding answers I’m not ready to give. King is losing his shit. Valhalla is demanding I lock your ass down, and don’t even get me started with Montana. That motherfucker can go fuck himself. Did you at least scout out the Death Dogs? Are they going to be a problem?”

“Never got the chance, boss. I just pulled into town when she literally fell into my arms.”

Reaper sighed. “How is she?”

“Hurt bad. I ain’t walkin’ away this time, boss. I can’t.”

“I know, brother,” he muttered. “What do you need from me?”

“I need Remi.”

“She’s pregnant, Mass.”

“I know and I’m sorry, but she’s the only one who will be able to get through to her. They share the same past, boss. If there was any other way.”

“I know,” he whispered. “Look, it’s going to take a little bit of time for me to get things in order here. Until then, you need to play nice. No more flying off the handle. If I’m right, this shit with the Death Dogs is only the beginning. Something is going on over there and I need you to find out what the fuck that is before the Brotherhood gets involved and shit hits the fan. In the meantime, you keep your shirt on. I mean that literally, Massacre. No one is to fucking know.”

“I can do that.”

“And for the love of God, stop pissing off King!”

“You still want me to scout?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I don’t care how you do it, but find the fucking time and get me some answers. I will call King and let him know why you are in Nebraska. But I swear to fuck, Massacre. If you lose your shit, there will be hell to pay.”

“Got it. Make nice with the natives.”