“But?”
“But when the Death Dogs attacked the Brotherhood, they took Zephyr.”
“So let me guess.” I smirked. “Your old man wants me to track the fucker and kill him?”
“No.” Nav shook his head. “Morpheus wants that pleasure.”
“Then why tell him that shit?” Indigo asked.
Nav sighed. “Because I believe Zephyr knows about all of us.”
Indigo and Eros both stiffened as Eros asked, “What the fuck are you talking about, Nav?”
“Think about it,” our brother said, leaning forward. “He outed Firestride. The Brotherhood now knows that Joshua is the true bastard son of Kalden Baudelaire. The rightful president of the Brotherhood. The underworld now knows that Jackson is the son of Morpheus.”
“My bastard of a father was just a club brother. A nobody,” Indigo stated firmly. “Fucker died of colon cancer several years ago in a fucking hospital in Seattle, Washington.”
Nav took a deep breath, then said, “I don’t think he was your father.”
Indigo growled, taking a step forward.
Holding his hand up, Nav continued, “Hear me out before you kill me. We all have ties to the Brotherhood, right? And all of us were groomed with a very distinct, specific set of skills. Jackson is the best tracker around, I’m good with computers, Heath, you’ve been trained in hand-to-hand combat, Joshua is one of the best sharpshooters in the world, and Gage, you are hands down one of the best demo guys in the business. And theBrotherhood uses us only when needed. You, Jackson, Joshua and Gage are F.I.R.E.”
“Get to the fucking point,” I growled, not liking where Nav was going with this.
“I can’t be positive, but my warning bells are pinging. I think Zephyr knows more than he’s letting on, and that’s why the Death Dogs attacked both clubhouses. Skinner hit the Silver Shadows’ clubhouse because he wanted to get his hands on Indie, Mimic’s woman. But my guess, their primary target wasn’t just the Brotherhood. They wanted Zephyr, and they got him. But Banshee told us they knew the Gods of Mayhem were here. Skinner likely assumed Firestride wouldn’t make it out of the Tumbleweed, and he knew Eros was here.”
“What does Cerberus say?” Eros quietly asked.
“I didn’t tell him. It’s only a hunch, but my hunches have never been wrong.”
“So what do you want us to do with this information?” I asked. “Because I can guarantee you that if I walk into the Brotherhood, Morpheus won’t let me leave.”
Shaking his head, Nav said, “There is only one person on the planet who can get us what we need. The problem is, if I tell him what I know, I’m a dead man. I can’t be the one to ask.”
I smirked. “So you want to throw me under the bus?”
Nav grinned as Eros and Indigo both chuckled.
“I fucking hate you all,” I groaned, rubbing my hands down my face. “Fine. Where is the little shit?”
“In Lincoln, Nebraska. He’s setting up the original clubhouse. It should be operational in a few weeks.”
“If I agree to do this, you are going with me.”
“Just as long as I’m not the one doing the asking.” Nav smiled happily.
Walking into my room, I spotted the club girl Brandy sitting on my bed when I heard the shower running.
“She just went in,” Brandy said, getting to her feet. “I’ll leave and give you two your privacy.”
“Thank you for staying with her.”
The club girl nodded before closing the door behind her.
Removing my cut, I laid it on a chair near the door and kicked off my boots before walking over to the bed and sitting down. There was so much I wanted to say to Karlyn—no, I needed to say, to explain what was going on, but I didn’t know where to start. The words felt like jagged rocks in my throat, each one a potential betrayal.
Contrary to everyone’s belief, while I did claim Karlyn as my woman, our relationship wasn’t typical.
