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“Max, it wasn’t like that,” I spoke up as my soon-to-be-dead husband held up his hand, silencing me. Fucker had already done that twice. If he did it again, I was going to chop off his damn hand.

“Then what was it like, Remi?” he asked. “Because you were supposed to be nowhere near that fucked-up city.”

“You’re right,” I snarked. “I should have been home with my kids and husband, but I wasn’t, was I? Instead, I was trying to get my head straight because you went off the fucking rails and took matters into your own hands. Well, excuse me for fucking doing the same. No one knew where you were. You were off killing and doing God knows what, and I wasn’t going to allow Montana to harm Delany. She is Golden and needed to be protected.”

Seeing Max flinch and his face fall didn’t make me feel any better, but it was the damn truth and he knew it.

I wasn’t going to let him rip Sypher’s ass when the decision was mine. Sypher only did what I told him to do.

It wasn’t his fault.

“Who claimed her?” Bullseye asked, looking at the both of us.

“I inked her, and Layla and Remi claimed her,” Sypher admitted.

“They are right, Reaper,” Phantom said, clicking away on her computer. “It’s all here. She’s legit. She is Golden.”

“She’s my cousin?” Sandman asked, stepping out of the shadows.

“Yeah, big guy.” Phantom smiled. “Her dad was your uncle.”

“I claim her,” Sandman formally stated, daring anyone to oppose him.

Leaning back in his seat, Max shook his head. “I wish you would have told me sooner, Remi. This shit with Montana is about to kick off. Soon, lines will be drawn, and I can’t have a Golden Legacy on the opposing side.”

“The rules are clear, Reaper,” Massacre informed. “You have options. Montana ain’t gonna like them, but they are there for a reason. As the President of his club and a sitting member of the table, he should have informed you immediately of her whereabouts. As for Storm, he married a Golden Legacy without permission. That alone demands retribution.”

“No!” I shouted, jumping to my feet. “You are not going to do anything. Delany loves Storm. They have a daughter, and she’s pregnant again.”

“Baby, I can’t ignore this,” Max groaned, shaking his head. “There are rules. Rules Montana blatantly ignored. Someone has to pay penance.”

“Not Storm. He loves Delany. Everything he’s done has been to protect her. Hell, he disobeyed Montana’s direct order and married her, knowing it could cost him his brand. You kill Storm, you might as well kill Delany.”

“You know, Reaper.” Player grinned leaning back in his chair. “There is another way you can get retribution while sticking it to Montana. Demand penance in the form of a club.”

Matrix chuckled. “I agree. Fucker will hate it, but the problem is, which club?”

“Ask for the Nebraska club,” I said looking at Max.

Max frowned. “Why that club, baby?”

“Because there is a secret in that club that will bring down the Soulless Sinners if it ever gets out.”

Chapter Fifteen

Reaper

“Baby, I’m gonna need you to explain that to me. What secret?”

Shaking her head, Remi asked, “Can I please have the room?”

“Give us a few minutes, everyone,” I ordered, and everyone quietly got up and left church. When the room was clear, I got up and took a seat next to her on the couch.

Taking her hands in mine, I asked, “Baby, what is it?”

“I met her.”

“Met who?”

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