“Really, Montana? You know what it’s like to find out the parents you had weren’t your fucking parents? And then had a dead parent rise from her fucking grave?”
“Well...” Montana hedged.
“Yeah, actually I do.” Reaper grinned. “Look, King. All we’re trying to say is that hiding in here like some stubborn child isn’t going to fix what needs to be done. The appearance of yourformerly dead mother doesn’t change shit. We still have shit to do.”
“I need to go upstairs and talk to Jackson.”
“Not yet,” Reaper cautioned. “Let’s deal with the club shit before you deal with the personal shit.”
“We don’t have any answers, Reaper. We have information. We know who we’re dealing with and what they want, but we have no fucking plan on how to find them or how to take them out.”
“Well, your new father-in-law might be able to help.” Reaper grinned.
“Fuck you, Reaper.”
“We need to figure out who is syphoning information out. My guess is, its one of the men out there in that room,” Montana surmised.
“Fine, let’s get this shit done. Maybe if I’m lucky, her fucking baby daddies will kill each other, and I’ll have one less problem.”
I braced my hands on the table and hefted myself up.
“Not to add more shit on your plate, but the big fucker, the one that had Reaper shitting his pants, called her Momma,” Montana pointed out.
“Fucking hell,” I groaned. “We’ll deal with that later.” I looked at Reaper. “And the fact that you killed my brother.”
“A brother you didn’t know,” Reaper argued.
“I wonder how Jackson will take that news.”
I grinned and walked out, leaving Reaper mumbling behind me, “I had a good fucking reason.”
Chapter Forty-Nine
Montana
Shaking my head, I followed the two idiots out of church as they continued snarling and sniping at each other. Thank fuck my family was normal. Well... not normal per se, but it wasn’t as fucked up as theirs.
Nope, my family was damn near saintly compared to those two.
Back out in the main room, I rolled my eyes, spotting King’s mom positioned behind the big Viking-looking fucker who was standing toe to toe with Braesal O’Malley, Snoopy, and Morpheus. None of them looked happy to see the woman alive.
Huh?
Guess the fuckers weren’t planning on that shit.
Sucks to be them!
“You kept my son from me, Darcy!”
“I want a divorce!”
“You are not running away from me again, woman.”
Walking over to King and Reaper, I placed my arms on their shoulders and smiled. “So, when’s the family barbecue?”
King shrugged me off as Reaper glared at me. “Say one more stupid thing and I will gut you from dick to pie hole, fucknuts.”
“And I’ll help you,” King snapped as he pulled his phone out and made a call.
