“Thank you.”
“Sal?” King questioned. Sal rubbed his hands over his face and then picked up the phone. He took the phone off speaker and walked out of my office.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Cian
I stared at the door my boss walked through, thinking about what King said. Sylvia St. James and Jane Craven. Two names tore through my chest, destroying what little happiness I’d finally found. Everything I’d wanted in life was slipping through my fingertips with the mention of two fucking names.
“It’s not your fault.”
I turned to look at Mac. Duncan stood beside him, both of them studying me as if they knew what I was thinking.
They might.
I didn’t argue with either of them, just silently went back to work. Starting with Henry Craven. The man who raped Sylvia St. James. He’d had four daughters: Elizabeth, Charlotte, Jane, and Angela.
No sons.
Sylvia was only twenty-one when Henry raped her. He was forty-three.
She’d been the same age Maddie was when Henry was born.
Even my grandson’s name was tainted now.
How would I ever look him in the eye knowing he shared a name with a man so evil? He died in 1990, and the only bright spot was that he died violently.
He was sixty-one years old. At least he hadn’t been one of the many men who’d hurt Indie. But I knew there had to be countless others he had hurt.
His daughter Elizabeth was raped by William Doherty, president of the Golden Skulls Motorcycle Club. She had two children: James Doherty and Sienna Ross Mitchell.
Sienna was married to Issac Mitchell, a former presidential candidate. And she was the leader of theSociety.
James became president of the Golden Skulls after William died, and from what I could see, hadn’t been much better than his father. The club had been involved in human trafficking for years until his son Maxwell, aka Reaper, took over and was instrumental in bringing down theSociety.
Charlotte married James Stone and had one child. A son named Joshua, who was a member of the Soulless Sinners MC. Charlotte must have been just as bad because Joshua killed both his parents.
Jane never married and never had children. It was believed she’d had a son with Kane Baudelaire, aka Morpheus, the president of the Brotherhood of Bastards. But when Sal was in Nebraska a month ago, we learned the man she claimed as her son was actually King’s half-brother. Duncan’s sister Darcy had another child a year after King was born, and Jane had stolen him and taken him to the Trick Pony. Jane was killed earlier in the year by Crispin Sinclair.
Then there was Angela. She was born the same year I was. Henry Craven wasn’t satisfied with just having his wife; he’d chosen to have other women as well, whether they wanted him or not. She was married to Alexander Goldman and had twins.
Katherine Goldman, who died from a gunshot to the head eight years ago. And Solomon Goldman, aka Sandman, a member of the Golden Skulls.
Angela then married Shane Keller, who had a son from his first wife, and together they had Charlotte Goldman. Carly was married to Christian Moreno, aka Fury, of the Soulless Sinners MC, and Sal’s cousin.
This shit was so twisted and convoluted, I felt like I needed to set up a fucking murder board in my office to keep everything straight. I’d just learned I had four sisters and they were all dead.
“Cian?”
“Not now, guys. I have work to do.”
“You should talk about this,” Mac pushed.
I leaned back in my chair. “Talk about what? The fact that my father was a rapist and my mother kidnapped children? Or would you like to talk about your father, Mac? And all the shit he did over the years?”
“Ci,” he warned.
I pointed my finger at his chest. “Fuck you,” I snapped. “Get out of my office, both of you.”
