Ravage didn’t look at King, his eyes glaring at Morpheus. “You choose wrong, and I will kill you.”
Morpheus didn’t move as he stared at his son while we all waited for him to pick a side. When he finally did, Morpheus ripped off his Bastards’ patch and handed it to Reaper. “Call me when you have a plan.”
With that, Morpheus stormed out of the clubhouse.
“You need to go back upstairs,” King ordered.
“Where’s Karlyn?”
“Across the street. Firestride and Eros are with her, along with the rest of my men, and the Gods of Mayhem and the Brotherhood. She’s safe,” King assured him.
Malice and Sandman stepped up to help Ravage move back to his room. King stared down the hallway until he disappeared. Then he turned around and said, “This is what we’re gonna do.”
He ironed out the plan as we all listened. By the time he was done, we had set the trap. One of these fuckers was a dead man walking, and I couldn’t wait to see which fucker it was. I just prayed it wasn’t Arizona.
Chapter Fifty
Grace
Uncle Stephen was my father.
I should have known. I was so fucking stupid to trust her. She fucking lied to me! She swore it wasn’t him. Every time I asked who my father was, I asked if it was him.
And she said no.
“You okay, Grace?”
“No,” I sighed as I stared out the window.
“What’d he do now?”
I smiled at my reflection. “It wasn’t him this time.”
This time, he chose me. Not the club. Not the rules. This was his out. With Uncle Stephen here, he could have walked away. He had the chance to leave, to find someone who wasn’t broken. Someone who wasn’t dirty. But he chose me.
We pulled up in front of the house, and I climbed out. Maureen was waiting on the porch, and I rushed up the stairs and threw my arms around her.
“Whatever he did, he’ll fix it,” she said against my hair.
I couldn’t talk; I just sobbed against her chest. I’d needed a mom for so long. All this time I’d missed mine. Believed her to be a good mom, a good person. Now I didn’t know what to believe.
I didn’t know who she was anymore. Maybe I never knew.
“She said it wasn’t him this time.” The sheriff’s voice went over my head, and I felt the surprise in Maureen. I sobbed out a laugh and lifted my head.
“It wasn’t him.”
“Let’s go inside and we can talk.”
Maureen led me inside, and Colleen sat on the couch holding baby Bennett. There were also two men I didn’t recognize.
“Grace, are you okay?” Colleen asked as she stood up and handed the baby to one of the men.
“What are you doing?” the man asked, staring at the baby like he was a bomb.
“You need the practice, Ducky.”
This was Duncan, King’s uncle. Was the other man King’s father? He didn’t look like King with his dark red hair.
