Page 126 of Golden Atonement

“Well, there might be a little blood. But nothing serious.”

“And that’s why I’m going. Sunny wants Solomon home in one piece, and I am going to make sure that happens. Just like Bullseye and Massacre will keep you in line.” She smirked, grabbing her bag as she marched out of our room and stormed down the stairs.

Following I growled, “Woman, did you order my brothers to babysit me!”

“I sure as hell did!” she snapped, handing her bag to Massacre who just smiled and quickly left the house while she rounded on me, pointing her dainty finger in my chest. “If you think I’m having another baby without you then think again, buddy. For the next nine months, I’m going to make sure your ass stays alive by any means necessary, and if that means going over your head to do it, then so be it!”

Grinning, I pulled her toward me and said, “Aw, baby. I love you too.”

“Uh, Reaper!”

Groaning, I walked outside and cursed, “NO!”

“Oh, how pretty!” Remi gasped as she walked down the steps to where Phantom was holding another fucking bouquet of redroses. Taking the card, she opened it and smiled before smelling the vile things.

“Who fucking delivered them!”

“Some florists from San Francisco.” Phantom smirked.

“Burn them.”

“You will do no such thing,” Remi grumbled, taking the bouquet from Phantom before she walked back towards the house and stated, “They were given to me and I’m keeping them.”

Looking at Phantom, I sneered, “I don’t give a fuck what you do, find the motherfucker and kill him, fast.”

Phantom snickered. “Sure, boss. I’ll get right on that.”

I growled then turned and yelled, “REMI! LET’S GO!”

The flight from California to New York took just over six hours and by the time we landed, Remi was exhausted and I was already itching to get the fuck out of the state.

I hated New York City.

Couldn’t stand the place. There was no room to breathe here. Everyone was right on top of one another. I felt like I was suffocating. As soon as I settled this legacy shit with Montana, I was fucking out of here. No sightseeing, no extended visits, I was gone.

“Will you relax?” My woman leaned against the counter as we waited for the hotel desk manager to give us our hotel room keys.

Yeah, that was another thing.

Unlike almost everyone else I knew in the fucked-up state, the Golden Skulls didn’t have a fucking private apartment, penthouses, or boatloads of cash to throw around. Hell, I didn’teven think I owned a fucking suit. Well, at least I didn’t think I did.

Nope, the Golden Skulls were paltry compared to a lot of other clubs. Oh, we did okay. We weren’t paupers by any means, but we worked for what we had.

“What the fuck is taking so long?” I grumbled as I leaned against the counter, glaring at the hotel manager.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t seem to find your reservations.”

“Doherty,” I growled. “Do I need to spell it for you?”

“No, sir.” The young man visibly cowered while he quickly typed into a computer.

“Max, leave the man alone. He’s only doing his job,” Remi scolded.

“He’s pissing me off.”

“That’s not hard.” I heard Massacre chuckle, and I turned and glared at the fucker.

“Maxwell Doherty?” a tall black man in a fancy suit smiled as he walked over to me.

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