girl deserved to be raped by an entire club of bikers? You’re supposed to be a man of God. What happened to forgiveness and all that other bullshit you spout on Sunday mornings? Isn’t that kind of the mantra of a man like you? Turn the other cheek and all that shit? But you didn’t protect an innocent girl. Tossed her to the wolves and didn’t even look back.”
Dragon shifted his eyes on the preacher. “What club?”
My gaze jerked to him, then back to the man at my feet. He was right. We needed to know where Phoebe’s real father had come from. The bastard probably didn’t even know he had a kid, much less what had happened to her.
I pointed to my cut. “I’m with Hades Abyss. The men you sold Phoebe to were the Sadistic Saints. What club was Phoebe’s father from?”
The man pissed himself and started shaking.
“What. Fucking. Club?” I yelled, shoving my gun against his temple.
“Yours,” he said in a near whisper. “Her dad was from your club. The woman told us the man’s name, but it wasn’t a real name.”
“His road name,” Dragon muttered. “What was it?”
“Titan,” the preacher said.
The world tipped under my feet and the breath in my lungs stalled. Holy shit. Titan? My Pres was going to flip the fuck out, and so was Phoebe. He wasn’t much older than me. Only two years for that matter. If he’d knocked up some girl around these parts, it must have been right after he patched in. With Phoebe being nineteen -- and I didn’t want to think about the fact I’d forgotten her birthday -- it meant the Pres had only been her age when she’d been conceived. Our chapter was relatively new, but most of us had come from other Hades Abyss chapters, and Titan had been one of them.
“I need to make a call,” I said. “What was her mother’s name?”
The preacher held my gaze. “Mary Chambers. She was only eighteen and scared. I’m sure that filth took advantage of her. She came to the church for help.”
I snorted. Yeah, right. The Pres only had to crook a finger for a woman to drop her panties. I had no doubt even back then he’d had the girls falling at his feet.
“I’ll watch them,” Dragon said. “He needs to know.”
I agreed. I stepped into the hall and pulled the door shut, then dialed Titan. I could hear Phoebe laughing in the background when he answered.
“You done yet?” he asked.
“No. I hit a… snag.”
“What the fuck kind of snag?” he asked.
“Do you remember ever being in these parts before? Maybe shortly after you’d patched into the club?”
“Vaguely. The Sadistic Saints weren’t there back then. Another club was, but they disbanded about a decade ago. Why?”
“Preacher says Phoebe isn’t his kid, that he took her in when a girl named Mary Chambers dropped off her infant daughter. A daughter conceived by her and a biker.”
I waited a moment, then Titan started cursing a blue streak. I heard him moving through the house and a door slammed.
“Are you fucking with me right now? Are you telling me Phoebe might be my daughter?” he asked.
“Not fucking with you. He’s claiming you’re Phoebe’s dad. Is it possible? The name Mary Chambers doesn’t seem even a little familiar?”
“I… I don’t…” He sighed. “I hooked up with some girl in that town back then. I honestly don’t remember her name. Met her at a party.”
“Look at my wife. Really look at her. Anything familiar at all?” I asked.
I heard him go back inside, then heard Phoebe saying something.
“Titan, put me on speaker. She needs to hear this.”
I heard a click. “All right. She can hear you.”
“Baby girl, I need you to listen. The preacher says he’s not your real dad. Looking at him and his wife, I honestly don’t see any resemblance to you. He claims your mom was a teen mother who didn’t want her baby.”
“Tell her the rest,” Titan said.
“And the preacher claims the father of that baby, of you, was a man called Titan wearing colors like mine.”
I heard a crash, then more cussing.
“What the hell is going on?” I demanded.
“She fainted. I’ll handle it. Go deal with that sick fuck, and, Kraken, you better make him suffer. If she’s my daughter and I’ve lost all this time with her, I want his blood. Every last fucking drop.”
“On it.”
I hung up and went back into the bedroom. The wife was crying and pleading with Dragon, claiming