Justin was quiet on the other end of the line. “Just say it. Things can’t get much worse.”
If only that were true. The secrets that had been coming out since the war started were the stuff of nightmares. Sylvia St. James was still alive. How we’d fucking missed that was anyone’s guess.
“Remember the list of names I told you about? The one with Morgan’s name on it?”
“Yeah,” he said cautiously.
“Well, Omen found out some information about them. He doesn’t think Steele knew she was my wife, but he found out she was related to O’Malley.”
I explained Omen’s theory about seeing Morgan with King after I died, and how finding out she was King’s sister mayhave been the catalyst that had him aligning with the Death Dogs and Satan’s Angels to take out King.
“And the others?”
One by one I went through the names. When I got to Windsor Moore, Justin went silent.
“Tell Omen to let that go.”
“Why? Who is she?”
Justin was quiet, and for a moment I was sure he wouldn’t tell me. We’d never kept secrets from each other. But I knew there would come a day when we might have to. To keep each other safe.
“Windsor Moore is...”
It was my turn to be quiet as Justin explained who she was, and which of the Silver Shadows she was connected to. And we weren’t the only club.
If her identity were revealed, it could have devastating repercussions for everyone involved.
“...you can’t tell your men.”
“I know. I’ll tell Omen to stand down where she’s concerned, but you’re sure she’s safe?”
“She’s safe. No one knows who she is or where she’s at.”
“That brings me to the last name on the list. Sullivan Prescott.”
“What about her?” he asked.
“She’s sixteen years old and was adopted at birth. She wanted to know who her real parents were and did one of those DNA kits. Omen found her registered through there.”
“Did she connect to someone?”
“Yeah, but not through the company she went with. Omen pulled the results from the server, hopefully before anyone realized what she’d done.”
“Jude, get to the point.”
“I need you to keep your shit together when I tell you this.” I took a deep breath and told him about Omen hacking into the Soulless Sinners’ DNA registry.
“SON OF A BITCH!”
“I’ve already told him to pull out. He didn’t hack into the servers—well, at least he said he didn’t.”
“And you believe him?”
“I do. He’s not out to hurt people, Justin. He’s the one person here I’ve never doubted.”
“Fine, who is she related to?” my brother asked, his frustration could be heard through his words.
“Us.”