That was where Blair had said the commune was.
Daphne had to be right about what she was telling us.
She kept going. “Blair’s father was some crazy-ass cult leader who murdered members and went to prison.”
“A cult leader?” Brooks asked. “Damn, Enzo.”
I flicked my hand through the air. “I know about the cult and her dad.”
“He and my father were at the same facility until hers was pardoned.”
“Pardoned?” Brooks stiffened. “By who?”
Daphne rolled her eyes. “Who do you think signs the pardons in the United States, Brooks?”
“Hell no,” Brooks said. “My father wouldn’t ruin his image by pardoning a cult leader who murdered people.”
“He would for a fellow Son,” Daphne fired back. “They were all Sons at the same time. My dad, hers, the VP, President Byron. Blair’s mom was a Fawn at that time. The same with my mother. She said that Blair’s mom was, in her words, ‘A power-hungrycunt who wanted influence over every Son.’ She slept with a few to get that. Again,cult shit. It checks out.”
“How did you figure all this out?” I asked her.
Daphne’s gaze slid to Brooks. “You know the guy you killed, Brooks? The twin?”
Brooks scratched his cheek. “I didn’t kill anyone.”
She blew out a breath, rolling her eyes again. “He was feeding me information, and I lost that source when you killed him. The idiot would get drunk, I’d give him a little striptease, and he’d talk. I guess his father liked to brag about other Sons’ secrets when he drank.”
“So her dad was a Son, and the VP is banging her mom.” Brooks spread out his arms. “What’s the issue?”
Daphne frowned. “My father has been trying to get in touch with me, so I finally reached out to him.”
“Why was your father trying to get in contact with you?” Brooks asked with suspicion in his voice.
“He heard that someone had chosen me as their Fawn.”
Brooks’s mouth slammed shut.
I wasn’t sure if her father knew I’d told Brooks he had to choose Daphne or if he’d heard another Son wanted her, like the twin of the guy Brooks had killed. But right now, I didn’t have time to hash that out. We needed to get to the bottom of what Daphne had just told us.
I rubbed at my forehead. “What else did you find out, Daphne, and what does your father have to do with this? With Blair?”
She held up a hand. “I don’t know if what he told me has anything to do with Blair, but he did say that the current shooting with your dads? He thinks that the VP had something to do with it.”
“Bullshit,” Brooks hissed. “That’s my father’s best friend.”
Daphne glared at him. “The VP thinks your father is a traitor for bringing the Mafia families inside the Sons and to Saint Vale. Before that, no outsiders were ever allowed. Some of the ElderSons, including the VP, believe he corrupted the Sons and spoiled the blood of the First Benefactors by bringing those not worthy.”
If what Daphne had said was true, then we needed to find the vice president and question him. Right now, this Blair research would pause. I had a vice president to torture for information.
“Where is Blair?” Daphne asked, interrupting my thoughts.
“She’s in the Fawn Quarters,” I replied, knowing I shouldn’t have told her that, but fuck it. She seemed to know more than us at this point anyway. “I texted her on the drive here. She texted back that she was going to take a nap and would call me when she woke up.”
“Wait.” Daphne scrunched her face. “She said she’dcallyou?”
I nodded.
“Are you serious?” she huffed out, jumping to her feet. “Do you not see any issue with that?”
