Page 55 of Sinner's Malice

“Let me get this straight.” Montana sighed, rubbing his hands down his face. “This Sinclair guy, the same one who was in my clubhouse a few days ago, killed a woman. Cut her head off and gave it to your father as a parting gift?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Jesus fuck.”

“How old was Sinclair when this happened?” Pippen asked.

“Seventeen,” I stated, looking at the intern, who looked white as a ghost.

“Silas never told me,” the kid whispered.

“He didn’t want you to know. You were still a baby when we left.”

“Go on, Malice,” Torment coaxed.

“It was hard at first. None of us knew where to go, what to do, where our next meal would come from, but Sin had a plan. He took care of everything. Over the next few years, Sin did things to ensure we had everything we needed. Because of Sin, we all got educations and made a life for ourselves. Everything all of us have is because of Sin. We owe him our lives.”

“What did he do?” Fury asked.

Looking at my brother, I admitted, “He sold his body, so we didn’t have to.”

“So, let me get this straight,” Montana said, leaning forward in his chair, resting his hands on the table. “This fucker wants you to bring Silver to dinner or we hand over the intern to his big brother. Call me crazy, but it’s a fucking no-brainer. No fucking way in hell is Silver going near that crazy motherfucker. Sorry, kid, but you’re out!”

Pippen paled further.

“It’s not that simple, Montana.” I glared. “She asked him for a favor.”

“I don’t care if she asked him for the time of day. Silver isn’t going anywhere near that fucker. Over my dead body.”

“It’s not your choice.”

“The fuck it isn’t!” Montana roared. “I’m not letting Silver anywhere near him. That’s final. Pippen, go pack your shit. I want you gone within the hour.”

A gold medallion hit the table.

“The kid stays.”

All eyes turned to Vicious, who sat stoically in his chair.

“Enough. I will not stand by and let you force a young man to return to a place he clearly wants nothing to do with. And I am getting real fucking tired of all your blustering. I get you love Silver, but she belongs to Malice. Always has. He claimed her and branded her. Per club rules, it’s done and there is nothing you can do about it. And before you threaten to take my brand, let me say this. I left one club because a president couldn’t get his head out of his ass long enough to see the writing on the wall, and I’ll be damned if I stick around and watch another travel down the same path. You call me the voice of reason, well this is me telling you, Montana, you are going down a path I will not follow. You don’t stop, you will find yourself alone.”

Leaning back in my chair, I smirked.

Didn’t know Vicious had it in him, but the brother was right. There was nothing Montana could do about me and Silver’s situation. That was a moot point. Plus, the club had bigger problems, like this shit with Popeye and whatever he had on Bane, who, by the way, hadn’t said shit since the meeting started.

As for Sin and his decree, I would worry about that later.

“Bane?”

The good doctor looked at me and snarked, “Oh, is it my turn yet? Or would you and Montana like to go at each other’s throats some more?”

I growled.

“Doc.” Payne snickered. “While I’m all for pushing Malice’s buttons, now is not the time. Unless you are proficient at doing surgery on yourself.”

“Vicious is right, enough of this shit.” Mercy groaned. “Montana called this meeting ‘cause Popeye has something on Bane. We need to find out what that is.”

When nobody said anything more, Pippen whispered, “It could be about his relationship to Silver.”

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