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And like that, all eyes were on the intern.
“Come again?” Bane snapped, jerking his head toward the kid so fast, I knew the fucker got whiplash.
However, when the kid stayed silent, Torment leaned toward him and whispered, “Now would be the time to explain that statement, kid.”
Pippen gulped, looking about the room.
“I thought you all knew?”
“Knew what?” Montana, Bane and I growled menacingly.
“That Bane is Silver’s biological father.”
“The hell you say?” Bane roared, jumping to his feet so fast, his chair slammed against the back wall.
Vicious chuckled, shaking his head.
“Jesus Christ. Do any of you know how to keep your dicks in your pants?”
Chapter Thirteen
Malice
Leaning against the wall in Bane’s office, I said nothing while I watched a frantic and disturbed Bane type quickly into his computer. I didn’t know what he was so fucking worried about. I knew there was no fucking way he could be Arianwen’s father, which meant Popeye was grasping at straws.
Besides, even if he was, what was the big deal?
Then again, I barely knew the club doctor. What I did know was that he hated Montana and wanted nothing to do with the Soulless Sinners. Fucker held a twenty-year grudge with Montana that consumed him.
“Are you sure about this, Intern?” Montana asked, standing behind Bane as he scoured the club’s medical records, looking for anything that would tie him to Arianwen.
The intern nodded, standing next to Storm and Vicious, who, like me, looked bored. “But you won’t find anything in the medical records. You need to look at the club records.”
“The kid’s right.” Bane sat back in his chair, looking up at Montana. “I don’t have a record on Silver. When you took her in, you and I weren’t exactly on speaking terms. I never did a full physical and considering I’ve never treated her for anything, not even the flu, I wouldn’t have a record for her.”
“Like I said,” Pippen reiterated. “You need to look in the club records.”
“Why?” Mercy asked, stepping forward because that was his domain. Part of his job as VP was to keep meticulous records on all the brothers. Everything from family, to who they did business with, to who they fucked. Nothing worse than getting caught with your pants down. Well, at least that’s what I thought.
“Because twenty-something years ago, Bane was on a path of self-destruction. According to club records, he went through club pieces like water. Brother didn’t give a fuck. All he cared about was staying drunk and planning Montana’s downfall.”
Bane smirked. “Yeah. Those were fun times.”
Montana growled. “Not so fun now, asshole. Paybacks are a bitch.”
Bane flipped Montana the one-finger bird.
“Anyway,” Pippen broke in, halting the two men. “Like I was saying, Bane was still in medical school back then. When he wasn’t at the hospital, he was here fucking his way through Barney’s girls. One piece in particular stuck around for a bit until George Stone ordered Popeye to get rid of her.”
“How the fuck do you know this?” Mercy sneered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Because club records are password protected. Not even Montana knows the password.”
Pippen shrugged, looking down at his hands. “Eighteen-digit password verses a world-renowned hacker. It wasn’t really that hard. Plus, you made it especially easy with Largo’s birthdate and Sophia’s name. It took me like two seconds.”
Montana and Bane moved quickly to stop Mercy from strangling the intern. “I’m gonna kill him!”
“Oh, now you want bloodshed,” Montana barked.
“Can we concentrate here for a second?” Fury groaned, shaking his head. “Jesus Christ, it’s like a fucking frat party in this place today.”