Page 52 of Sinner's Storm

The woman smirked. “So, you are the reason the clubhouse is in an uproar, and that little cutie”—she nodded toward Malice’s retreating form—“must be Storm’s daughter?”

“Yes. Her name’s Harlow.”

Silver nodded, sliding a glass of Sprite my way.

Thanking her, I took a sip and looked around the room. It was large, bigger than I thought. Several tables and chairs were scattered around the vast space. Four pool tables sat off to the left, along with a few couches and comfortable-looking chairs. On the other side of the room, I saw an L-shaped couch and several recliners in front of a large flat-screen TV that was attached to the wall. Pictures, flags, and other items decorated the walls, and above the glass mirror over the bar, was a metal sculpture of a skeleton, its head bowed in prayer and a cross hung from its boney hands, with ‘Soulless Sinner’ inscribed beneath it.

“Delany?”

Turning, I stared at a large man who I had seen many times in the papers. Yet, nothing about him, right in that moment, screamed CEO. Instead, he looked like someone dangerous. Someone I never wanted to cross.

To make matters worse, Malice hadn’t returned with Harlow.

“Mr. Stone,” I whispered, slipping from the stool.

“Call me Montana.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And none of that shit.” He frowned before adding, “Malice took Harlow to the playground to play with my son. Don’t worry, there is a nanny with them. We need to talk.”

“Talk?”

The man nodded, stepping to the side, waving his hand towards one of the tables. “Please sit.”

Immediately, doing as he requested, I sat, saying nothing as he took a seat across from me. Moments later, Silver walked over with my Sprite and a longneck beer for Montana.

“Anything else, boss?”

“Keep the big guy busy.”

Grumbling, Silver walked away, muttering, “Fucking great. And how the hell am I supposed to do that?”

The second Silver left the room, leaving me alone with Montana Stone, the CEO and owner of Stone Incorporated, I watched as his demeanor completely changed. Gone was the cordial man who greeted me mere moments ago. Now I sat with a man radiating with venom. I didn’t know what he needed to talk to me about, but when the man leaned forward and started speaking, I had no words.

“Let’s get something straight right now, Delany. You may have my club’s brand on your shoulder and Storm’s ring on your finger, but that doesn’t mean I fucking trust you. You’ve brought a world of hurt down on my club, and because of you, my fucking brother’s life is hanging by a thread. Now, I see this going two ways. Either you fucking spread those legs and let my brother get you pregnant again, or I swear to God, I will hold you fucking down as I order one of my brothers to do the damn deed. Because if it comes down to you or Storm, I’m choosing my fucking brother. Pieces like you are a dime a dozen. Easily replaced.”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t play innocent with me, bitch. I fucking know everything about you. You can’t hide who you are, and what you are is a fucking problem. You think I’m going to allow you to infiltrate my club? Think again. No golden cunt is going to take what’s mine.”

Never in my life had anyone ever talked to me that way. Such hatred, so much vitriol spewed from his mouth. His words chilled me to the bone. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I knew one thing. The man was serious.

Deadly serious.

Shaking, I slowly got to my feet and whispered, “I understand, Mr. Stone. If you could take me to my daughter, we will leave and never return.”

“Kid ain’t going anywhere,” the malicious man sneered. “The kid stays.”

“I’m not leaving without my daughter,” I said firmly, my heart pounding like a jackhammer in my chest as the cruel man stood and loomed over me.

“That’s where you are wrong.”

Before I could ask what that meant, he grabbed my arm and dragged me from his clubhouse. Fighting him the best I could, he forcefully walked me towards the gates and threw me to the ground before hitting a button.

I watched in horror as the gates closed.

Getting to my feet, I screamed, “Why are you doing this?!”

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