“You know, I’ve missed your fatherly talks like a bad case of crotch rot.”
“Boy, I oughta...”
Sighing, I whistled loudly as shadows moved all around the room. Everywhere I looked, officers from the Silver Shadows, Golden Skulls and Soulless Sinners emerged out of the darkness, stepping into the light. Some faces familiar to Pops, some not, but all loyal to the three of us.
Looking directly at the man who raised me, I said, “Did you think I didn’t know? You taught me well, old man. More importantly, you fucked up when you sent my best friend on a wild-goose chase for five motherfucking years. Too bad for you that Ghost is like a dog with a bone. He found what you hid, and now we”—I pointed at the two fuckers next to me—“know everything.”
Pops grinned. “Then you understand.”
I chuckled. “I understand you and your cronies made a fucking mess for us to clean up, and because of you fucktards, we’ve had to play catch-up. So, as the current and only president...”
Montana growled, and I rolled my eyes, sighing.
“Fine,” I grumbled, glaring at fucknuts. “As co-presidents of the Golden Skulls, we’ve decided we’re going to do this shit our way.”
“I’m working with fucking children,” King whispered.
“What do you mean, co-presidents?” Pops growled.
I smiled, then waved my hand at fucknuts. “You want to answer that one,brother?”
“Would love too.” Montana oozed contempt. “Asshole finally came to his senses...”
I snarled as King reached behind me and slapped Montana on the back of the head. “Play nice.”
“Fucker!” Montana griped, then clearly said, “The Soulless Sinners patched over. We’re now one big-ass fucking club.”
“Except you aren’t because someone else has stepped up to take control of the Soulless Sinner chapters that turned their back on you when you failed to eradicate the Satan’s Angels,” Pops said. “His name is Beast, but we can’t get a line on who he is.”
Mimic stepped over to King and whispered something in his ear. King pulled back and asked, “Are you fucking sure?”
Mimic nodded.
“Fuck,” King cursed.
King looked at Arizona, who stood with Pops, then turned to look at Montana, who stiffened. “What?” he growled.
“Beast is Dakota,” King explained.
I growled as Montana picked up a chair and threw it across the room. Arizona, eyes wide, snarled, “Bullshit. My brother may be many fucking things, but he’s loyal to the family.”
“You sure about that, Ari?” Montana faced his younger brother. “Because after all he’s done, I’m not.”
“He’s our brother!”
“Half-brother,” I offered as both Stone brothers looked at me.
“Dakota not only kidnapped Bane’s wife and locked her in a fucking insane asylum for a decade, but he and your father held my enforcer for five fucking years while he beat and tortured him. Tell me again how great the son of a bitch is!” King snarled.
“He raped Carly.” Fury stepped forward into the light. “Your brother, Steele from the Satan’s Angels, and Gray, Malice’s brother, kidnapped and gang-raped my woman. The three of them worked with Jane Craven, leaving a trail of bodies we’re still uncovering.”
“He kissed my wife,” I growled.
King looked over at me. “Really? That’s not exactly in the same league as all this other shit.”
“And if it was Grace?” I asked.
King blinked before nodding. “Enough said.”
