Page 130 of Golden Atonement

Montana growled.

“Hello, Benson,” Giovanni politely greeted, taking a seat next to Mercy.

Maxim just sneered at the fucker when he took the seat next to me.

Benson gulped.

“Now for the rules.” Illyria smiled, taking charge. “I love all of you. Except you, Benson. You are going to get what you deserve. Now, since I don’t trust you boys not to kill each other, I am sitting in on this meeting, which is my right as the owner of this club. Anyone got a problem with that?”

Everyone shook their head—no.

Massacre leaned toward Gio and whispered, “Cuz is still scary.”

Shoving him away, Giovanni firmly said, “Stop being a nuisance and call your mother.”

“I did call her. Two months ago.”

“Uncle,” Bullseye snarled, standing behind me.

Maxim glared at his nephew, before turning to Gio. “Where is my niece?”

“How ismydaughter?” Vladmir asked, staring at me.

I smirked, then shrugged my shoulders. “Mywife is happy and sated.”

Maxim grabbed Vladmir’s arm, slowly shaking his head.

“Maybe I should just leave.” Benson went to get up from his seat, and everyone around the table pulled a gun and pointed it right at him.

The man gulped, slowly sitting back down.

Leaning back in my chair, I looked at Montana and said, “So, fucknuts, when were you gonna let me know?”

“Know what?” Montana sneered.

“That your soon-to-be-dead brother married a Golden Legacy.”

“Shit,” Fury whispered while Malice stiffened.

“That’s biker business. Why are Fedorov and Valentinetti here?”

“Because of him,” Fedorov said, looking at Benson, who sank deeper into his seat.

“He’s mine,” Montana snarled.

“Nah, I beg to differ,” I snarked, turning to Benson. “Benson belongs to everyone. Isn’t that right, asshole?”

Benson gulped as Bullseye pointed his gun at the idiot. “Boss asked you a fucking question, shit for brains.”

“I wasn’t going to tell him!” Benson cried. “I swear!”

“Tell me what?” Montana perked up, grinning.

“Nothing! I want an attorney.”

Everyone around the table laughed.

“My God, you’re an idiot.” Mercy chuckled. “This isn’t a court of law, Benson. You don’t get an attorney. You will however get a bullet to the brain if you don’t start talking.”

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