“Military,” AK whispered. “Still government owned?” he asked Tanner.
Tanner shook his head. “Purchased months back by a private bidder. From what I can tell, it was a hush-hush cash deal. No fly zone and off surveillance cameras was part of the deal. Whoever bought this place didn’t wanna be found. And those folks that didn’t wanna be found look like they got your girl.”
I sat back and frowned, racking my tired brain for who the fuck wanted to send us a message from the military. New ammo dealers maybe?
I voiced my idea out loud, and Styx shrugged and signed, “Maybe.”
Tanner was furiously writing on the laptop with AK guiding him, when suddenly Tanner sat back, eyebrows furrowed. “I got a name,” he said.
“What?” Cowboy asked.
“I got a name of the buyer. Took a fuckin’ age, but AK here gave me an idea of where to look.”
“And?” I pushed, leaning forward.
All color drained from AK’s face and he stilled.
“What? Who the fuck is it?” I shouted, close to losing my shit.
Tanner looked to AK, and I frowned.
“Tanner, I’m telling you now to speak!”
Tanner looked at the screen and read, “Judah David.”
I stared at AK and shrugged. “Why you acting like that? Who the fuck is Judah David?”
AK looked at me and then Styx. “It was the cosigner,” he said, and Tanner searched the screen.
“Well?” I pushed.
“Cosigner is… Yeah. The cosigner has the name Cain… Cain David.”
All the fuckin’ air leapt outta my lungs and every single brother around the table froze.
Cain.
Cain?
MOTHERFUCKING CAIN!!!!
“Rider,” I hissed, and slammed my gaze to Styx. Styx was burning in silent rage, all the cords in his neck strained and his eyes bulging with anger.
Losing his shit, Styx jumped from his chair, picked the fucker up, and launched it against the wall, wood splintering and smashing to pieces on the floor.
Standing, my fists smacked down on the table and I screamed, “CAIN!”
Flame began his psycho pacing, ripping at his skin with his fingernails, and I gripped onto my hair. Cain had got away. That fuckin’ rat got away and now he got my girl. Every bone in my body locked.
Cain was the heir of that fucked-up place, and AK had taken out Prophet David… That meant…
“He’s the prophet now,” I said out loud.
“What?” Viking asked.
My eyes found Styx, who was staring at me in shock.
“Rider—Cain—he was heir to The Order, right?”
Styx nodded and I saw the realization hit.
“AK put a slug through that old cunt David’s head, which means…”
“Cain would become the prophet if he survived… and Mae let him go. That fuckin’ rat got loose and now he’s the fuckin’ leader!” AK spat.
“Everyone sit the fuck down,” Styx ordered through sign, and we all did as he said.
I was seething, twitching, going insane. Rider… Cain… The Order… Fuck!
Maddie’s words circled my head. Prophet David said he would return if he were to ever be killed. He was to be resurrected to seek retribution on those that wronged him! He has returned—I just know it—and he has taken Lilah! They will kill her. They will make an example of her desertion!
She had known. That bitch had believed those end of days fuckers would come back. And they had Lilah. What the hell were they doing to her?
A hand clamped down on my shoulder, and Styx jerked his chin. I got that he was asking if I was okay. I nodded and waved for him to speak.
“We need to call on the chapters again. Same plan as last time. We go in and kill all those living there… but Rider is mine,” he signed. “We need to kill these asswipes once and for all.”
All the brothers murmured their agreement, and I pulled out my cell, ready to bring in the cavalry. But just as I was about to start the ring around, AK held up hand for me to wait, his eyes fixed on the laptop screen.