Page 94 of Disturbed Lucidity

It was an honest-to-God Mexican stand-off.

Grabbing a clean rag and a bottle of whiskey, I sauntered over to Luc, placing the bottle of Hell’s Inferno before him while I moved his arm, sitting in his lap. The second I was comfortable, he shifted me closer before wrapping an arm around me protectively when he reached for the bottle with the other, swallowing a large gulp.

Ignoring the looks from the Soulless Sinners, I carefully wiped away the blood at Luc’s temple, frowning when I saw a deep cut.

“Gonna need this stitched.”

“It’s fine,” he growled.

Shrugging, I dropped the towel on the floor and turned to Montana, who was now looking at me.

“Take a picture, asshole.” I smirked. “It will last longer.”

“Fucking hell,” a Soulless Sinner moaned. “She’s Malice.”

The one they called Malice growled.

I knew it was him.

Even if I couldn’t look at him.

I knew it.

“Montana, we came all this way. Say something,” Father Dominic said when neither man spoke.

“Shut the fuck up, Father,” he sneered.

Before anyone could blink, I was across the table, with my knife at the fucker’s throat. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who didn’t like the way Montana talked to Father Dominic, because right beside me, my so-called brother held a knife against the fucker’s throat as well.

“Apologize,” I demanded.

“Now,” Malice growled.

“Holy fuck,” I heard Saint chuckle. “There’s two of them.”

Refusing to move, Luc slapped my ass hard before picking me up and placing me back in his lap. “Behave.”

“Fucker started it,” I sulked as Montana glared at Malice.

“ENOUGH!” Luc roared. “Montana, control your boy.”

Montana sneered, then said, “Go walk it off, Malice.”

Malice growled once more, before storming out of the clubhouse, Father Dominic following closely behind.

Rubbing his neck, Montana sighed. “This isn’t going to work. Neither of us is willing to back down, and I can’t have Malice going off the reservation. He’s bad enough on a good day, but with that bitch in the picture now, he’s going to be uncontrollable.”

“Call me a bitch again and you’ll see how uncontrollable I can be, asshole.”

Montana shook his head and Luc tightened his hold. “I said enough. Appreciate the help, but what the fuck are you doing here?”

Montana looked behind him and nodded when a Soulless Sinner stepped forward, handing him a file. “This is Pippen. He is a friend of Sypher. A name I’m sure you’re familiar with.”

“Everyone knows Sypher,” Luc admitted.

Montana groaned, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, I’m sure you’ve heard about the killings in New York. Well, the lead detective—”

“Robin Calloway,” Luc stated. “She already paid us a visit.”

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