“Hold up,” Montana interrupted. “Charlotte said she was the daughter of Eamon O’Malley?”
“Charlotte was wrong about more than one thing,” Nav said, and I heard a growl from the side of the room. Nav held up his hands. “That’s the issue with paper trails: documents can be forged. We know George Stone had an affair with her, and she gave birth to Dakota, who George made his wife raise as one of her own. The DNA database Bane put together proves that. And thanks to Cerberus, we have DNA that proves Lucy’s actual father is Kalden. But before Dakota was born, Lucy had another son with Cordell James, the president of the Satan’s Angels. His name is John McLaren, aka Zephyr. With Steele gone, Zephyr can take over as president of the Satan’s Angels, while Dakota reels in the Soulless Sinners. Working together, they could be unstoppable if we don’t do something.”
“To what end?”
“To control the Biker Federation,” I explained. “The rules are clear. A sitting president, a descendant of a founding member of the Golden Skulls, has to sit at the table. But if all of them are dead, that means anyone can sit. Zephyr and Dakota want to runthe table. To take the Biker Federation back to a lawless state. And with help along the way, they almost succeeded.”
Laughter drew my attention as Montana snarled, “Got something to say, Snoopy?”
“You fucking dumbass,” the old retirement reject snapped. “You handed those two sick fucks exactly what they wanted.”
“What the hell are you blabbering about? I didn’t do shit!”
“The fuck you didn’t!” Snoopy shouted, getting in Montana’s face. “The second you patched over your club, the original chapter, you gave Dakota everything he needed to make a run for the table!”
“Son of a bitch,” King hissed. “And with Zephyr running the Satan’s Angels, the two of them will have the power to take over.”
“Except Zephyr doesn’t have a claim to the presidency,” Pops smiled.
“Who the fuck does?”
“I do!” Popeye said from the front door. “Where the fuck is my daughter?”
Chapter Forty-Eight
King
I stared at the man who’d just walked into my clubhouse and I knew, without hearing another fucking word, who he was talking about. The way James had stared at Grace, then ShanemotherfuckingKeller walking out with his phone in his hand, I knew something was up.
I pinched the bridge of my nose as my head began to throb. I took a step back and crooked my finger at Blade. When he was close enough to hear me whisper, I said, “Go get Grace.”
Blade’s eyes widened as he glanced at Popeye and shook his head, slipping out of the room.
“You don’t have a fucking daughter!” Montana said to the man who had the power to destroy the life I had just claimed.
Popeye stormed over to James. “Where is she?”
“Next door with the other women,” James said. Then he looked at me and smiled. “She was wearing that fucker’s cut when I walked in.”
Popeye turned and glared at me as I took a step back behind Reaper. I wasn’t proud of it, but I’d already been down this road once before and wasn’t looking forward to doing it again.
“Where. Is. She?” Popeye snarled.
Reaper turned and quirked an eyebrow. “Really? You big pussy.”
Montana shook his head, slapping Reaper on his chest. “I’ve got this one,bro.” Walking straight over to Popeye, Montana smiled, then reared back and punched the fucker in his face.Stumbling back a few steps, Popeye growled, charging Montana, tackling him to the floor.
Brothers from every club stepped back, giving the two men room as Reaper walked over to me and said, “You’d better do something.”
“Do what?”
“Just saying, if your old lady walks in and sees Montana beating the shit out of her old man, she ain’t gonna be happy with you. Trust me. I’ve wanted to take a whack at Vladmir many times but didn’t ’cause I like my woman willing.”
“Pretty sure I’m dead either fucking way.” I rubbed my neck and shouted, “Jingles, Mimic!”
My two enforcers waded into the fray to separate the two men. Arizona pulled Montana back, while Jingles and Mimic held Popeye.
The front door opened again, and Grace stepped inside, looking around for me. “Come here, baby.” I held my hand out as she rushed over.
