Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Daemon, your father, had a twin brother.”
“What?” Rosalie asked. “No, no, that cannot be possible.”
“Fritz, the man in the hospital, figured it out. Diablo works for Don Stefano Napoli, but that is the extent of it.” Warden turned his gaze toward Colt. “He is after you, son, and he’s after the club. He is using the Evil Fuckers MC to exact revenge.”
“You’re kidding,” Colt said.
“How do you know?” Rosalie asked. “Mom never said anything. I never met him.”
“Daemon’s blood is on record. I was wondering if you would consider a DNA test,” Warden said.
Petal couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but she didn’t need Warden to fill in the blanks.
“No,” Rosalie said. “You’re not saying what I think you’re saying, are you?”
“Fritz believes your mother was the victim of both men.”
Rosalie shook her head. “No, you’ve got to be wrong.”
“Baby, I’ve got you.”
It had been a few months since Rosalie had panicked, but Petal knew what was coming. She started to pant, and her hands had gotten clammy.
“Rosalie, calm down,” Petal said. She didn’t think the panic attack would be good for the baby, and she knew her friend would never forgive herself if anything happened.
“That means … no, no, no, that means all this time, she was having to … oh my God, I can’t. I can’t do this.”
Colt took over, pulling Rosalie into his arms and holding his wife. Petal continued to hold her hand, and she had to be strong for her friend.
“If he’s coming after the club, it means no one is safe, right? What does that mean for the diner? We can’t just live in this clubhouse, it is going to drive people insane,” Petal said, herself included.
“I’ve got to wait for Fritz to come out. Diablo seems to be laying low now—” Warden was stopped by the buzz of his cell phone. All their cell phones had been removed and Petal watched as he glanced down.
“What is it?” Kim asked.
Warden clicked the button and then another and she knew he’d put it on speakerphone.
“I take it you heard mine and Deamon’s little secret.”
“Diablo,” Warden said.
“The one and only. I had hoped to make an entrance with more pizazz, but I guess just finding out the truth is enough for now.”
“What do you want?”
There was a chuckle. “What do I want? I want my brother back, but unless you can bring back the dead, I guess I’m going to have to go for plan B, and trust me, I hate plan B.”
Warden didn’t say anything.
“So, for the death of my brother and the complete demolition of his clubhouse, I think it is only fair you pay the price in full, don’t you?” Diablo asked. “Oh, and if you’re curious as to who Rosalie’s father is … I’ll give you that little detail. She’s mine.”
Petal held onto Rosalie. This was all happening so fast. Daemon was a sick fuck, but she had a feeling, compared to his brother, he was an angel, which was terrifying.
“So, I think I am going to have a little fun. You see, you took my brother and his club, and now it’s fair for me to take from you. I’m going to start with your club. One by one, they are going to die. But I am going to wait, because I know Rosalie is pregnant, I think it is only fair I take that brat as well. Start my own little family, one I know you will not take away from me. You crossed the line, Warden, and now it’s time for you to pay the price.”
With that, the line went dead.
Chapter Twenty-One
Lockdown was not going away, however, there would be certain privileges. Business still had to keep moving, so Warden made sure there were men covering the diner. Petal knew they had plenty of other businesses to take care of, but she and Rosalie were able to reopen the diner, which was great. Their old customers were more than happy to be back. Tanya went back to the DIY store and kept working for them full time as well.
The club was doing what the club did best, but she also knew they were doing it with caution.
At the end of every day, they had to return to the clubhouse, no exceptions. Tanya tried to argue that her life wasn’t part of the club, but after hearing that phone call, Petal knew there was no way anyone associated with the club would be okay.
Fritz, the guy she helped transport to the hospital, finally made it home. Not that she saw him that often. She didn’t know what he did with his spare time, but it wasn’t to join in with most of the club activities.
On the day he arrived home, she saw how everyone looked. Every member of the club looked guilty. They blamed themselves for something they had no control over, and she felt bad for that. She wished there was something she could say or do to make it right, but there was absolutely nothing.