Page 164 of Golden Atonement

“I’m serious, Montana. You fucking owe me.”

“I paid my debt to the Golden Skulls.”

“Not to me, fucknuts.”

“That excuse won’t work much longer, asshole.”

“It will work until I feel you’ve atoned.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Savage

“Damn it, Jess. He’s gonna be here any minute.”

“Not my fucking problem!” my beautiful, stubborn wife shouted as she marched her fine ass toward the kitchen. Damn. Just looking at that ass had me thinking about all kinds of salacious, wonderful things I wanted to do to it. Since that fucktard in Rosewood arrested my woman, I’d been to the promised land, and while I was happy that Reaper was coming for a visit, he was seriously hampering my fun time with my wife. If that motherfucker stopped me from my sexy fun time tonight, I was gonna kill him myself. “Until he fucking apologizes to me, he doesn’t exist!”

Jesus fucking Christ.

If it wasn’t my woman, it was Stella. Both women were on a fucking tear and neither Digger nor I could get them to see reason. Not that either woman would listen to reason.

Fuck no.

They wanted penance.

They wanted groveling.

They wanted their pound of flesh.

“Digger, are you just gonna sit there?”

“What you want me to do?” The lazy fucker shrugged while he continued working on his new fishing lure. Since Stella bought him a kit where he could make his own fishing shit, the fucker had given up his other hobby of making homemade demolitions.

Of which we were all grateful.

“I just got out of the doghouse. I ain’t going back in it. Besides, all Reaper’s gotta do is apologize. My Stella is reasonable.”

Staring at the fucker in shock, I ignored Trout’s laughter.

“Yeah, Dig,” his brother Chipper deadpanned. “Remind me again how reasonable Stella was when you yelled at her for using your new tackle box as her new makeup kit?”

“Or when you accidentally melted down one of her new cast iron skillets for scrap metal?” Whiskey added.

“Hey!” Dig shouted. “That was not my fault. I thought the skillet was old.”

“It was still in the fucking box, you moron.” Trout laughed.

They were useless.

All of them.

Looking around, I asked, “Where the hell is Slaughter?”

The smile fell from everyone’s faces as Dig muttered, “He’s visiting with Julie.”

Well shit.

Rubbing the back of my neck, I asked, “Any change?”

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