Page 134 of Golden Atonement

“Of course it is.” I rolled my eyes, taking a seat at the nearest table. “Stupid fuckers aren’t happy unless they are beating or shooting something.”

Tessa snickered, reaching her hand across the table. “We haven’t officially met. I’m Tessa. Montana’s wife.”

I took the offered hand and nodded. “Remi. Reaper’s wife.”

“Should I break out the liquor?” a pretty woman with dark hair and silver tips asked.

“Can’t.” Tessa smiled, patting her stomach.

Delany rubbed her growing belly. “Me either.”

“I could use a beer.” A beautiful brunette grinned.

I grumbled, “Rat bastard wasted no time knocking me up the second I forgave him.”

“Okay then. Guess that means only Largo, Linsey, and I are drinking.”

“Uh,” Vicious piped up. “Actually, she can’t either.”

“I thought you got snipped?” Tessa asked, looking at the smiling man.

“Yeah, so did I.”

“Dude.” Payne smiled, slapping Vicious on the back. “Congrats, man.”

“I’ll drink with you,” Bane slurred, lifting his head from the bar.

“You’ve already had too much,” the pretty woman snarked, looking at the drunk lush. “You’re cut off.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck what you say!” Montana roared in the next instant, storming into the clubhouse. He headed straight for the bar, only to stop dead in his tracks upon seeing that no one was behind the bar. Looking around, his eyes landed on the pretty woman with silver tips before he pointed to the bar. Rolling her eyes, she walked over to the bar while the brooding man took a seat.

Leaning against the bar, she smiled at him. “Good evening, boss. How can I turn that frown upside down?”

He growled, narrowing his eyes at Max, who took a seat next to him. “Shoot that motherfucker.”

Looking at the smiling lunatic, the woman offered, “I will. Just say the word and give me your gun.”

I snickered at that while Vladmir walked over to me, giving me a quick kiss on the top of my head. Looking up at him, I asked, “Busy night?”

“You have no idea,” my father groaned as he went to stand off to the side and watch the fireworks.

“I like her.” Reaper chuckled, sliding his gun toward the woman. “I’ll give you a Golden Pledge if you pop a cap in his ass for me.”

Mercy stepped between the two bickering men, grabbed the gun, and groaned. “Silver. Get them drunk. Fast.”

Nodding, she smiled. “Hell’s Inferno coming right up.”

“I’ll take a vodka on the rocks,” Maxim Fedorov asked nicely as he sat next to Montana.

“Whiskey for me, Silver,” Giovanni said, sitting next to Max while I watched Malice and Massacre drag an unconscious man through the club, followed by several others along with Illyria Valentinetti, who, for the first time since I had met her, didn’t look perfectly coifed. Her clothes were disheveled, her hair was loose, and from the look she was sporting, I’d say she just fought a wild cat and lost. Trudging over to the table, I stood and hugged her before sitting back down.

“What the hell happened to you?” I asked. “You look like shit.”

Illyria glared at the bar. “They happened.”

“The Gentlemen’s Club still standing?” I heard Tessa ask.

“Barely.” Illyria frowned when I heard, “You know boys, a kind word goes a long way.”

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