Page 92 of Silver Fox Daddies

How come nobody knows this?

Even the Prez is under the impression that Reaper Sons are just hungry for territory. I have a sneaky feeling thathedoesn’t even know about Bishop’s mass murdering.

My heart leaps out of my chest, drumming so loud in my ear that it silences the droning air conditioning. Fuck. He really murdered all of these people because drugs sold to his father caused him to die?

I form some sort of composure and then reach for my phone, dialing his number. I run through what I’m gonna say, stringing some sentences together, but Bishop picks up before I can properly organize my thoughts.

“Is it true?”

“What are you talking about?” he says in that goddamn British accent. It still makes my pussy flutter, even though we’re not on good terms.

“You killed—” I consult the page. “Two hundred and fifteen people?”

“Shit! That many?”

There’s another voice on the other end of the phone, the deep tone sounding a little like Diesel’s.

“I’ll explain in a minute,” Bishop says to the voice. “Let me finish this?—”

“Melissa?”

It’s Diesel alright.

My voice is small. “Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m…” I trail off, mind spinning. How dare they accuse me of being a traitor, lying and being unfaithful? Bishop has been keeping secrets from his own men this entire time.

“Pass the phone back to Bishop,” I say.

“What have you found, M?—”

“Pass it back!” I snap.

There’s some crackling.

“Hello?” He’s back, this time not as confident.

A tear slips from my eye. “You’re a hypocrite.”

Silence.

“Ten years? You’ve been keeping this secret for ten fucking years? Let me guess—you were planning on taking it to the grave with you too?” I shake my head, suddenly reminded of our interaction in the ammo room. I should have known. I saw the way his eyes sparkled when he held that bullet up into the air, admiring it like one would a statue.

“They sold fentanyl to my father, Melissa. It killed him. I was so angry.”

“So, you decided to hop on your bike and?—”

“Poison the water supply, yes. They were so evil. They knew that my father was asking for too high of a dose, but they gave it to him anyway to make extra bank. All that club did was win. I wanted to see them lose. And they did, for ten years…until they regained their forces.”

Two hundred and fifteen innocents…

My stomach turns. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about this.

“Are you in your father’s study?” Bishop asks.

“Yes.”

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