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“He was a good father, Jason. I can’t believe what the papers are saying. The way the papers portray him. They are making him out to be some sadistic monster. He was a hero.”
“Fuck the papers. They only know what someone is telling them. They are only getting half the story. A story that someone wants them to believe.”
“Who? Who would be so vindictive to tarnish my father’s good name?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted truthfully. “But I’m going to find out.”
The elevator doors to the penthouse of the Harbor on 5th dinged right before they opened up and in walked Ace Franks with his brother, Sypher.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, looking at the young kid, who was now a man.
“You have a problem.” Sypher glared angrily. “A big fucking problem.”
Chapter Fourteen
Storm
After making sure Delany was with Marco and Harlow, I took a seat in the living room, waiting for the boom to be lowered. Around me, Malice leaned against the fireplace, glaring as Matthew Law and Sypher’s older brother, Ace Franks, listened as Sypher laid everything out on the table.
“First, let me be very clear. My fucking fee tripled because I had to break several federal laws to get this fucked-up information. If it ever gets out that it was me, the FEDs will be up my ass and I’ll be looking at federal prison time.”
“Said I would pay. So get on with it,” I groaned.
“Whoever buried this shit, buried it fucking deep.” Sypher sighed, opening his laptop. “And you are not going to like who fucking buried it.”
“Let me guess,” Malice muttered. “George Stone.”
“Give the man an apple.” Sypher nodded. “George motherfucking Stone. The former president of the Soulless Sinners. The very club you two belong to. But it gets better.”
“Always does when George is involved,” I muttered, leaning forward. “Hit me.”
“Well, for starters, Delany’s father, Donald Campbell, was on the level. The man was a genuine, honest-to-God fucking hero. Mr. Campbell defied orders along with his firehouse brothers and entered Tower One, to rescue as many people as they could. When Tower Two fell, he had no choice but to get everyone out. Not only did he save his brothers that day, but he also saved many civilians. Now here is the part you are not going to fucking like. The day the towers were attacked, your club was there, helping to rescue as many people as they could. Well, that’s what the papers say. But in reality, your fucking club was there looking for a man named Mirage.”
“Mirage?” I asked, confused, looking at Malice, who shrugged. However, when Sypher’s brother, Ace, stiffened, I knew I wasn’t going to like what the kid said next.
“The reason you don’t know the fucking name is because the man was a ghost, a dead man walking. Thought to be long gone from this world, only to reemerge from the bowels of hell, determined to destroy the Golden Skulls.”
“What the hell does the Golden Skulls have to do with this?” Malice asked, pushing off the wall and walking over to stand behind me.
Yeah. I was with Malice as I sat still, waiting, when the hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention.
Anything to do with the Golden Skulls didn’t bode well for anyone.
The Golden Skulls were no joke. Led by Maxwell Doherty, better known as Reaper, a man who shared his soul with the Devil. The Soulless Sinners had their run-ins with the Golden Skulls in the past. Most recently when Montana and the Russian Bratva boss, Maxim Fedorov, joined forces to help Reaper take down a cabal formerly known as the Society. The aftermath of that war was still being felt across the world.
“Mirage was a fucking piece of shit. His real name was Alexander Goldman. The biological father of Solomon and Kitty. His father was Xavier Goldman, one of the Original Seven, and founder of the Golden Skulls. Now you’re probably asking yourself, what the hell does this Goldman fucker have to do with your woman’s dad? Well, here is the shit kicker,” Sypher sneered, then dropped a fucking bomb no one was ready for. “They are brothers. David Campbell is David Campbell Goldman. Your woman is Golden. That’s why Montana wanted your baby momma to sign those papers. He can’t have a Golden Legacy in his club. Not after what his father did.”
Holy mother of God.
This was not happening.
Out of all the women in the world, I found the one woman linked by legacy to the fucking Golden Skulls.
I knew I had the Midas touch but fuck me.
“What the fuck is going on?” I roared, getting to my feet. “The Soulless Sinners have nothing to do with the Golden Skulls. Yes, our paths have crossed before, but why hide this?”
“Because before shit kicked off with the club and the Society, George Stone was making a play for the Golden Skulls. George knew if he could kill Reaper before he took the seat, with Alexander at his side, he had the in he needed to make the Golden Skulls a chapter of the Soulless Sinners. Kill Reaper, and Alexander would control everything.”