Keys shook his head. “Admittedly, I don’t know how she ties into the Martinelli crew. But listening to their conversation, she’s definitely in on it. I think Katya cracked it because she seems to know who she is. But the only possible clue I got was that she called her Gianna instead of Jeannie. I tried a quick lookup but I was managing the drone and trying to listen and I–”
I grabbed his cut, inches from his face. “Look at me, Keys.” I waited for his pained eyes to look up. “This isn’t yourfault. But we gotta get it together to go get them. We’ll work out the rest later. Show me the feed so I know what we’re working with.”
Chapter 36
Katarina
After several minutes of fighting, Jeannie and the man re-entered the cabin. But they were in the kitchen. Looking back, Jeannie was getting a drink of water, and the man was looking through the cabinets.
Mama Hen decided to announce she was awake by calling over, “So all this time, Jeannie. I gotta admit, you had me fooled.”
That got her attention. Jeannie came back, walking around the coffee table. “Glad to see you’re still with us. For now.”
“You touch her and I will break your hands,” Ideadpanned.
Jeannie’s grin was confident and sinister, her lips curling at the edges. “I don’t have plans for her, but the only person I was told to bring back was you, princess.”
Mama Hen continued. “Must be shitty. Wanting to kill her but being forced to cart her home for someone in the family to have. Especially when they don’t want you.”
Jeannie’s face got red again. “You know nothing.”
“I know you wouldn’t be here if anyonedidwant you. You’d be sipping mimosas over brunch with all the other kept women, enjoying your designer bags and planning your next vacation to distract yourself from your husband getting his dick polished by a pretty lady ten years your junior.”
Jeannie let out a humorless laugh and sipped from the water bottle she was holding.
“I can’t believe I didn’t see it before,” Mama Hen said.
I was lost, so I looked at her, scrunching my face.
“I vaguely remember your mom,” Mama Hen told her. “I remember thinking you looked familiar but couldn’t place it. But I see it now. Your eyes.”
My gaze shot between them.
Mama Hen looked over at me. “When you showed me the picture they both looked a little familiar. But this is all coming back to me now. Your momma was friendly with Reaper a long, long time ago.”
“Reaper?” I asked. I didn’t recognize that name and Ithought I’d met everyone at the Atlanta chapter.
Jeannie sat down, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap.
Mama Hen continued. “Reaper was a president.”
“He was the founder,” Jeannie added.
Mama Hen grinned. “So, Reaper knocked up your momma, then? It happens.”
“Just because you’re trash doesn’t mean she is. She wasn’t knocked up,” Jeannie seethed.
My mouth dropped. “Wait, then they were married?”
Jeannie didn’t answer so I looked at Mama Hen. “Where’s Reaper now?”
“He met his destiny,” she said, staring at Jeannie.
Jeannie stood up. “He was killed. And you know damn well who did it.”
Mama Hen sighed. “Gotta hand it to you. Avenging your father after not knowing him, after all these years, it’s impressive. You definitely got some biker blood in your veins.”
“This is for my mother,” she said as she walked closer, leaning to get in Mama Hen’s face. “Raven took everything from her. She was forced into a loveless marriage with an abusive asshole. He took what she had. What I had.”
