Page 110 of Sinner's Malice

Thirty-One

Silver

“Did they say what the meeting was about?” Largo yawned as she leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms over her head. “Because this shit blows. Every time there is some big meeting, Montana locks us down.”

“It probably has something to do with Benson Graves,” Tessa muttered, her head on the table, her eyes closed. “He showed up the other day. Pissed Montana off to no end.”

“Well, that isn’t hard.” Linsey snickered.

“Did Malice tell you anything, Silver?” Largo questioned.

Shaking my head, I groaned. “Nope. But then again, he barely speaks. So, who knows?”

Concerned, Linsey asked, “How is everything going with him, by the way?”

“About as good as to be expected, I guess. We have good days and bad. We started therapy with Torment, which pissed Malice off, but we all knew it would. Sinclair isn’t helping. Dinner tonight was a disaster. I have no idea what that was about, and I didn’t have time to ask before Malice whisked me away. He couldn’t get out of there fast enough.”

The front doors to the clubhouse opened and in walked Delany and Storm, who held a sleeping Harlow in his arms.

I hadn’t seen her since Montana was a dick to her and kicked her out of the club.

“I’ll take Harlow upstairs and put her to bed, babe,” Storm said, as Delany walked over to our table, taking a seat.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tessa asked, looking from Storm to Delany.

“Storm got a text and said the clubhouse was on lockdown and Montana wanted me and Harlow secured here. I was too tired to fight him. So why am I really here?”

Largo frowned. “Montana wouldn’t bring Delany here because of Benson, would he?”

“Who the hell knows what that asshole thinks?” Tessa groaned. “I gave up trying to understand him a long time ago.”

“Damn it, Sandman!” a pretty, petite woman cursed when a big, burly, muscular man stormed into the clubhouse. “You can’t just charge into another clubhouse like you own the place. Wars are started that way.”

The big guy growled.

Great. Another growly biker.

Linsey quickly sat up and gasped. “Solomon?”

Delany got to her feet. “Remi? What are you doing here?”

The pretty, petite woman sighed, shaking her head. “They know. Sypher spilled the beans. Time to grow those balls I told you about.”

“Oh crap,” Delany muttered, taking a step back.

“That her?” the big biker asked.

Remi groaned, rounding on the big guy. “Yes. And before you scare her to death, calm the fuck down.”

Storm chose that exact moment to walk down the stairs. “What the hell is going on?”

The big guy turned and growled menacingly.

“Oh shit,” Storm said when Payne, Vicious, Torment, and Pippen walked into the room.

No one moved.

No one breathed.

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