This didn’t involve any of them. This was Silver Shadows shit. This was Peterson shit.
“May I speak?” Stephen asked.
I nodded, and he stood up. He whispered something to Sullivan, and she sank down in her chair with a frown. She crossed her arms over her chest, and I bit my cheek trying not to smile.
I looked at Justin who was doing the same thing. He shook his head at her. She was obstinate and infuriating. There was no doubt she was a Peterson.
“When I chose to join this club, I thought I was joining a brotherhood. After the first six months, I realized what this was. A fucking cult.”
King bristled beside me but stayed quiet.
“Nothing was voted on. Nothing of importance anyway. The thing about being a prospect is that the brothers barely notice you’re there unless they want something done. We became invisible for the most part, because Steele and Stone were doing their own thing. They didn’t care what the brothers did or said, as long as the money kept rolling in.”
I looked around the room and quickly realized the kid wasn’t far off. King had left, started another chapter, but the only true way out was death. So the men put up with the bullshit.
I should have come back sooner.
“One night, I was cleaning out a storeroom. The one next to Steele’s office. The walls aren’t as thick as people think.” Stephen grinned. “I heard him talking about Sullivan.”
“What did he say?”
Stephen took a deep breath. “He mentioned you, Chasm.” It didn’t escape my notice that he used my road name, rather thanPrez. “He’d found out that Sullivan was your sister. But with you dead, there was no reason to use her. But they decided to keep tabs on her anyway.”
“Why?”
Stephen shrugged. “I guess, blackmail? Extortion maybe? You can get a man to do anything when you have someone he loves as collateral.”
“Did you hear him mention other names?”
“No, I stopped listening after I heard Sully’s name.”
“Why?”
He looked down at my little sister and smiled. “Because I knew who she was.” He looked back at me. “When shit started going down with the Death Dogs, I contacted her and told her to be ready. When word came that Steele was dead and Stone took off, I did too. I went straight to her.”
“And kidnapped her?”
“I didn’t fucking kidnap her,” he growled. “I got her out of danger. I packed her up and hid her.”
“What about her parents? They’re scared to death not knowing where she is.”
Sullivan snorted, and I narrowed my eyes at her. “What?” I asked. “They reported you missing.”
“When?” she asked.
I looked at B. He rubbed the back of his neck. “It wasn’t until we contacted them. They said she’d only been gone a day.”
“I picked her up three months ago. That’s how long she’s been missing.”
“How do you know her?” Blade asked.
“What?”
He leaned forward in his seat, his arms on the wooden table, and narrowed his eyes. “How do you know her?”
“That’s a damn good question,” I hissed.
“I was married to her sister.”
