“He tried to kill my sister,” Mimic added.
King closed his eyes and dropped his chin to his chest. “Reaper—”
“He was working with Valhalla, and my old lady killed the bitch,” Mimic announced proudly.
Montana and I slowly turned to look at the fucker standing beside us. “Really?” I growled.
Montana snarled, “Forget to tell us something,brother?”
King shrugged and smirked.
“ENOUGH!” Pops roared as all three of us looked at the old man, and before I could say anything, Montana started laughing, and King quickly followed. Shaking my head, I too started chuckling.
“It doesn’t have the same effect, does it?”
“Nope.” King laughed, shaking his head.
Quickly sobering, I snarled, “Did you honestly think we’d allow you to walk back into this mess and take over? You may think you have the power, but you don’t. You are dead, and dead men don’t talk.”
In the next instance, Sandman huffed and walked away from Pops and the others, putting on his pink sparkly headphones, and again taking a seat at the bar.
Montana stared at Arizona, who shook his head, grumbling as he too walked away from Pops, to stand behind Montana.
“That’s two,” I stated, looking at the remaining men before me. “Anyone else?”
From behind Morpheus, a familiar face, one I once called brother, once a beloved friend to my wife, one who’s head I put a bullet in for being a traitor, walked out and smiled. Before I knew it, I had my blades in my hands. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”
“WHOA!” Montana shouted, jumping away from me as I pointed my blade at the dead man.
“I fucking killed you!”
“Apparently not,” I vaguely heard Montana mutter.
“I thought we agreed not to piss him off when he has those blades in his hands?” King whispered.
“This is pure gold. Not passing this up.” Montana chuckled as Pops said, “Hemlock, stand down.”
I blinked. “Hemlock?”
“That’s right, you piece of shit. Shamrock was my twin brother.”
Montana walked over to me and whispered, “Getting off course, asshole. Put the fucking blades away. You are making King nervous.”
“Says the man who nearly shit his pants. At least with the blades in his hands, he can’t shoot you again,” King snarked.“Back to the issue at hand. The Death Dogs are done. Eradicated. We know they had a rich backer to help them try to take over my club. I am guessing it was Dakota. We also know he was working with Zephyr,” King said, his eyes on Morpheus.
“Explain,” Morpheus snarled, taking a step forward.
Nav stepped forward, looking at Shame. “Sypher gave me the files. I’ve read through all of them, and Dakota and Zephyr have something in common.”
“What?” Morpheus asked.
“Their mother was Lucy McLaren,” he announced.
Malice snarled.
“The fuck you say?” Morpheus growled.
“It’s true. Lucy was Kalden Baudelaire’s bastard daughter—”
