Page 115 of Sinner's Malice

“And that is?” I asked, wondering where the hell he was going with this.

“Dual club membership.”

“FUCK NO!” I roared, jumping to my feet. “Never gonna happen.”

“Montana, let Reaper finish,” Mercy placated, trying to calm me down. Reaper had lost his fucking mind if he thought for one fucking second that I would ever allow a brother in the Golden Skulls to ever sit at my table.

No fucking way.

No how.

Not happening.

Not ever!

“Think of Vicious as an ambassador. An emissary of sorts, if you will. He would be persona non grata. Untouchable. He would be the liaison between both clubs.” Reaper grinned, thensaid the one fucking thing that got my blood boiling red hot. “Think of Vicious as the voice of reason.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now! You’ve been talking with Reaper behind my back!”

“Nope,” Vicious said flatly, looking around the room. “Wasn’t me.”

“Then who the fuck was it?”

“Me.”

Thirty-Three

Reaper

Now it was my turn to fucking shout, but I never got the chance.

“THAT’S IT!” Montana roared.

Going for his weapon, he frowned as he started patting down his body. Turning to his VP, he snarled, “Where the fuck are my guns?”

“Took them off you at the Gentlemen’s Club.”

“I’m ordering you to shoot that kid!”

Bullseye slowly turned to Montana and growled. “You do, and I will fucking kill you myself.”

Mercy groaned, glaring at Bullseye. “Will you stop? You’re not helping. I can handle Montana.”

“Apparently about as well as I can handle Reaper,” Bullseye deadpanned, shaking his head.

Getting to my feet, I roared, pointing at Montana, “YO! Loudmouth. Shut the fuck up!” Turning to Sypher, I sneered, as he gulped, taking a step back. “Boy, you better have a damn good fucking reason for being here. Didn’t that loudmouthed pussy over there threaten to fucking kill you if you ever stepped foot in his shitty ass club again?”

“It wasn’t just him, Reaper,” another kid, no older than Sypher said, walking up to stand right next to him. “We knew this was the only way to get you both in the same room.”

“What the fuck is he talking about, Sypher? I’m here because that piece of shit over there let one of his boy scouts marry a Golden Legacy without my permission!”

“That’s the least of your worries.”

“Pippen’s right, Reaper,” Sypher quickly said. “Trouble is coming.”

“Why is it when they say shit like that, I get scared,” I vaguely heard Massacre whisper.

“We all do,” Fury, the Soulless Sinners’ Sergeant at Arms, replied.

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