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think is the one word that stuck out to me like a sore thumb.
    “Does Tink mean anything to anyone?”
    Pop sits up. “What, son?”
    “Tink. It was on the computer, and some files were attached to it, but none of them made much sense. They were vague and undescriptive, like Joey knew something but didn’t know. It’s the only thing that stood out to me.”
    “Fucking fuck me,” Pops says, swiping his hands over his face.
    “Care to explain?” GT says, glaring at Pops.
    “Well, son, I can answer that for you.”
    GT’s eyes penetrate his father’s, urging him on.
    “Your mother is Tink.”
    I’m taken aback by this information. Never once has it been said that Ma and Ransom had a connection, and by the looks on all the brothers’ faces, I’m not the only one in shock.
    “Ransom had your mother first. He called her Tink. I wanted her. She wanted me. I took my woman. I thought that shit was water under the bridge, considering the knockdown, drag out fights Ransom and I had back in the day. Apparently, he’s not over it. He wants payback for something he already lost a long time ago.” He runs his fingers through his hair and pulls at the roots. “Fucking hell. He wants Ma back.”
    “All this fucking time and you didn’t bother to tell me?” GT asks, leaping up from his chair, that same vein ticking in his neck like his father.
    “Rhys, Dagger, Becs, and Zeb knew. It wasn’t something I hid, but there was no reason to tell you guys. That shit was over and done with.”
    GT glares. “Or so you thought.” He is no doubt remembering the hell his woman went through. Can’t blame him for that.
    “Son, I didn’t know this shit was coming to bite us in the ass. I thought it was fucking over with.” Pops’ eyes pin his son to the spot, but GT doesn’t back down.
    “You should have told us,” he fires back.
    “This is fucking done with, GT. Not another fucking word,” Pops demands.
    Even though GT is furious, he quiets himself as we wait for Pops.
    “Last meeting, Ransom told me he was out of town for a few days. Cruz, Rhys, and Buzz, you find out if that is true. You find out where he’s gone. If he’s back, then find out where he went. Becs, Zeb, Tug, and Breaker, find out what we have stockpiled and make sure it’s all ready to go. We’re taking this fucker out,” Pop announces, and I have to say, I feel the relief that this shit will be over mixed with the anticipation of a fight. I’m certain it won’t be an easy one, though.
    The door swings open as Dagger limps into church. “Give me a fucking chair,” he groans, and Rhys gets one for him. He collapses in it, breathing heavy. He just survived a heart attack and a broken arm from falling off his bike, so it’s understandable. “What’d I miss?” he asks, looking around the room at our glum faces. “Fuck.”
    “Buzz, you stay.” Pops slams the gavel down. “The rest of you have your orders. Do them.”
    The guys rise and exit the room, leaving the three of us alone.
    “Talk,” Pops orders, and I tell Dagger everything I told the guys.
    Pops rises and walks to Dagger, touching him on the shoulder. “You won’t be involved with this one, Dagger. You have to get better first. No exceptions.”
    “I fucking hate sitting out. I want in on the action.”
    Pops chuckles. “I know, brother. I know.” He turns to me, still talking to Dagger. “Give Buzz and I some time.”
    Oh, fuck.
    Dagger nods, stands slowly, and leaves the room with a chin lift to me. Here it comes.
    Pops’ hand comes out to the front of my shirt, and I rise. “You will pay for not telling me the second you suspected something and then calling your girl instead of me. You will pay for that, but not now. We have too much shit going on, but later. Prepare, brother.”
    I nod in agreement, knowing I fucked up, knowing I will have to pay for it. This is all part of life. I made a choice, and I’ll live with the consequences.
    “Go,” he orders, releasing