Page 153 of Golden Atonement

“Visiting Shadow, but that’s not the problem. Boss, Viper and I picked up a woman on the side of the road. She knows about Remi. Fuck, man, she’s asking for Vladmir.”

Sitting up, I looked at my woman while she glared at me.

“What do you mean, she knows about Remi?”

“Her name is Anne, and she’s asking for sanctuary.”

“What is it?” Remi whispered.

Covering the phone, I told her what Bayou had told me, then said, “Baby, call Vladmir. See what he knows.”

Returning to my phone, I asked, “Who the fuck is she?”

“I don’t know, boss, but the woman is scared shitless. The second she found out that Kansas and Montana were related, the woman lost it. Demanded that the Golden Skulls protect her.”

“Max, give her what she wants.” My woman’s voice permeated the room. Looking over at her as she talked into her phone.

Shit.

“Fine. Sanctuary granted. Cuts on, brother.”

“Prez, you better get here fast. I think Kansas is granting her sanctuary, too.”

“Who the fuck is this woman?” I muttered, mainly to myself, then groaned, flipping back the sheets. “She doesn’t leave your sight. I mean it, Bayou. I’ll be there soon.”

Ending the call, I looked over at Remi, who sat staring at her phone.

“Vladmir said he was rushing to her now.”

“Great. Another fucking family reunion.”

The plane landed in Lawton, Oklahoma, right after nine in the morning. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I made my way through the small airport to find Ghost waiting for me.

Not bothering with small talk, I asked, “What do you know?”

“Diamondbacks and the Soulless Sinners both granted the woman sanctuary.”

“How the fuck did Montana find out about her?”

Ghost chuckled. “Kansas called and ripped his big brother a new asshole. According to Shadow, Kansas isn’t happy. Also, you should know that Vladmir isn’t the only one who showed up here. Apparently, he brought Maxim and the others. I saw them getting into cars before your plane landed. We need to hurry. I’ve got bikes waiting out front.”

Not waiting, I headed for the exit.

Seeing the bikes, I reached into my bag before securing it. Throwing an item at Ghost, I ordered, “Put it on and don’t ever fucking take it off again or I will kill you myself.”

Holding the cut in his hands, Ghost growled, “Max.”

“It’s Prez,” I snarled, refusing anything less. Jumping on the bike, I didn’t give Ghost a chance to argue with me as I revved the engine and took off. I knew that fucker would sit there and stare at the damn thing for hours. I didn’t have time for that wishy-washy shit. I needed that fucker at my side again, and fast.

The ride from the airport to the Miller Farm took less than fifteen minutes, and when we pulled in behind the large country home, I cut the engine and looked around.

“I hate this fucking state.”

“Only because the last time you were here, you and Sandman were both on a killing spree. Bad memories.”

“No. It’s because that motherfucker was touching my wife.”

Ghost groaned. “Jesus Christ. Are you still butt hurt about that? The fucker is gone. You got the woman. Move on.”

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