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“Because of you, Gale now has something to hold over the club and Jason. He can use the club to his advantage and use Jason’s connections in the fire community to further his advantage.”

Chapter Thirty

Storm

The club had been looking for Delany and Harlow all night and into the early hours of the morning, when Montana received a call from Bane, telling us that we all needed to get our asses to his home in upstate New York. None of us were in the mood for a fucking road trip, but he said it was important. It wasn’t like him to jerk us around, so when Bane said we were needed, he meant it.

Pulling into the drive, we all parked our bikes and dismounted just as Bane walked out of the front door.

“Well, we’re all here. Now, you want to tell us why?” Montana sneered at his long-time friend. There was no love lost between the two men. Once the best of friends, now they barely tolerated each other and even that was tenuous.

Standing his ground, Bane crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head. “Delany and Harlow are out back.”

“What?” I snarled, rushing the man and grabbing him by the scruff of his collar. “You had my wife and daughter this whole time, knowing damn well the club was looking for them. Why?”

“Because no one listens to her. From the moment she entered our fucked-up world, not one person has given two shits about what she thinks or feels. She says nothing because she doesn’t understand, and when she tries to open her mouth, you ignore her. Montana threatens her and takes away her daughter. This shit stops, right now. Delany is a human being. She’s had a shit life thanks to this fucking club and some fucking lunatic hell-bent on destroying her dad’s reputation. I refuse to stand by and let this club, or anyone else, hurt her anymore.”

“What the fuck are you blabbering about, Bane?” Payne asked.

“You never considered someone close to home,” the irate club doctor sneered. “If any of you had just taken your head out of your asses long enough to see the truth, you would have known this whole fucked-up mess is nothing more than a power-play. You fucking morons played right into his hands.”

“Who’s hands?” Montana growled.

“Gale Stevens.”

“The captain of firehouse 43?” I questioned, letting the man go. “He’s the one who had Delany’s parents killed?”

“Yes. And just for some extra fun, your former piece, Stephanie, is his daughter.”

“Was.” Payne chuckled.

“What?”

“Was his daughter.” My brother grinned. “Storm snapped the bitch’s neck. She will not be a problem anymore.”

“Well, that’s just fucking great!” Bane snarked, throwing his arms in the air before pointing a finger at me, causing me to back up a few steps. “And you wonder why Delany ran. She isn’t used to this life, Storm. Fix it fast or I will.”

“Don’t threaten me, Bane.” I growled.

“It wasn’t a fucking threat. That woman’s been through enough and considering who she is and what she means to several people, I would have thought you and this club would take better care of her. But all I see is a bunch of idiots only concerned with their own needs.”

“Enough!” Montana roared, halting Bane’s rant.

But it was too late. My brother had said enough. He was right. From the beginning, all I’d cared about was my needs. What would be best for my situation. What would best help the club and my company. I’d never considered what would help Delany.

“Where is she?”

“In the backyard with Harlow.”

Leaving my brothers to contend with Bane, I ran into the house heading for the backyard, only to come to a stop when I saw her running around the luscious backyard, laughing as she chased Harlow in the early morning light.

She looked so carefree.

So happy.

Free of the burdens of this world, almost like everything that mattered to her was in that one moment in time.

Our daughter.