Page 176 of Golden Atonement

That in itself was an immediate death sentence.

No fucking real man, biker or not, would ever kill a child to prove a fucking point. Unless the motherfucker had nothing elseto lose and there was only one son of a bitch I knew who fit that description.

Reaching for my phone, I called Montana.

“I’m not talking to you, asshole.”

“Tell me you kept your word?”

“What the hell are you talking about now?”

“Satan’s Angels.”

When the motherfucker didn’t respond, I seethed, “I’m giving you one chance, Montana. Activate all your clubs now and finish the job or I will take what’s owed.”

“If you haven’t noticed, I’ve got more pressing matters than some stupid fucking rivalry you have with Satan’s Angels. I’ve got ghost files coming out of my ass.”

“I don’t give a fuck, Montana!” I shouted into my phone. “Just fucking do it!”

“It will start a war, Reaper.”

“Listen to me, you lying, backstabbing bastard,” I fumed. “I didn’t create this fucking mess. Your dad did, and if I have to clean up your fucking mess, you better sleep with one fucking eye open. You fucking owe me, and you damn well know it. Now, get off your ass before I start making calls, and just remember one thing, you piece of shit. Your club is blood bound to protect Maxim’s son and Bane’s niece, so if anything happens to them, your ass is on the line,” I said when I heard Vladmir shout, running toward me.

“Kill all the feeds. Kill them now, Sypher. Someone hacked your system!”

Without asking, the fucking angry Russian yanked my phone out of my hand and yelled, “Kill the cameras! Someone has hacked into your system. They’ve been watching us all this time!”

“WHAT!” I clearly heard Montana roar loudly as Vladmir handed me back my phone. I had just placed it at my ear when I heard Montana shout, “Who the fuck are you?”

“FBI. We have an arrest warrant for Dante Sharp.”

“Don’t give a fuck. Get out!” Montana yelled right before the line went dead.

Looking at Vladmir, he asked, “Montana?”

I just shook my head. “He never got the chance to make the call. FEDs just walked in, looking for Pippen. They have a warrant for his arrest.”

“Sypher was just arrested, too.”

My phone started ringing.

It was Bullseye.

I didn’t need to answer it to know what had happened.

“King, I need your permission,” I said, looking at the distraught man. Why they took his daughter was a mystery to everyone. King and the Sons of Hell had nothing to do with the criminal underworld.

They were a legit biker club, solid members of their community.

They were clean.

“Callum, look at me,” Gunner said to his brother as the big man looked up with unshed tears in his eyes. “You are in no position to deal with this. Give Reaper the go-ahead.”

“She’s my little girl, Cord.”

Gunner’s face fell as he wrapped his brother in a hug. “I know, and we will get her back for you.”

Turning to look at me, Gunner nodded. “As the VP of the Sons of Hell, I am giving you permission.”

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