Page 113 of Sinner's Malice

“Yeah.” Reaper grinned. “I just want to meet him.”

Montana slowly turned toward the Golden Skulls President and sneered, “Fuck off.”

“Then give me Graves.”

“Hell no!” Montana shouted when Sandman happily walked out of the kitchen, drinking from a juice box, as Linsey smiled up at him, talking a mile a minute.

“What the fuck is he doing here!” Montana jumped to his feet, pointing at Sandman.

Leaning against the bar, Reaper grinned.

“Well, he is the blood relative, dickhead. He has a right to be here.”

Delany chose at that moment to stand, getting everyone’s attention. “Enough,” the sweet, shy, reserved woman said, stepping forward as she looked at Reaper.

Mercy and Fury moved to stand right behind her.

“I am Delany Calloway. Storm is my husband. I know why you are here, and I won’t let you hurt him. I never asked for any of this. I don’t care about club rules, princesses, legacies, or whatever this is. All I care about is my family. I just want to live my life in peace and raise my children. Now, I am more than happy to get to know all of you, but not at the expense of my husband.”

“You tell them, Delany!” Remi chuckled.

“Shut it, woman,” Reaper growled, then quickly shut his mouth when Remi glared at him. Turning to Vladmir, Reaper’s wife smiled. “Dad. Next time Reaper opens his mouth, please shut it.”

Vladmir smiled happily, stepping forward.

Montana chuckled.

“I would shut up too.” Tessa glared at her husband.

“What I think all of you are failing to understand is I never asked for this life. As someone who grew up as an only child, then lost her parents, being alone is not something I would wish on anyone. It’s a lonely existence without family and friends. The Soulless Sinners may not be what you want for me, Mr. Doherty, but they are what I want. Even Montana and his snarky attitude.”

“Thanks, Del.”

Delany sneered, “I wasn’t done talking, Mr. Stone.”

Montana shut up and sat back down.

“I don’t know what caused this riff between both clubs, but it has nothing to do with me. I don’t care and I don’t want to know. So whatever cockamamie scheme both of you have planned, forget about it. I am not a bargaining chip and never will be.”

“What my cuz said.” Sandman smiled happily as he walked over to Delany, wrapping her in a big hug.

Thirty-Two

Montana

After Delany handed Reaper and I our asses, we adjourned to the boardroom to hammer out some details. Mainly, we needed to decide what we were going to do with Benson Graves. The fucker was a wealth of knowledge and while I wanted the fucker dead, I couldn’t just kill him. I needed what he had buried in his fucking head.

However, I wasn’t ready to slit his throat quite yet.

“So,” Reaper began, breaking the silence of the room. “Here you have a woman with no idea where she came from.”

Malice stepped forward and growled.

Narrowing my eyes, I asked, “Where the fuck did you hear that?”

“Around,” Reaper muttered, looking at his phone. “Say the word, and I’ll get Sypher on it. Kid will find out where she came from by the end of the week.”

“No,” Malice sneered.

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