Page 179 of Golden Atonement

“Why me?”

“Cause Steele hates you the most.”

“I think that honor goes to Montana.”

“Montana’s just the fuckin’ patsy. He will get his when the truth comes out. Steele wanted me to give you a message.”

“I’m listening.”

“He wants what’s owed. You give it to him, and he will walk away.”

“Now see.” I smirked, looking at Vladmir. “That just pisses me off. Why is it that everyone thinks I owe them something? I’m just the president of a small fucking club. I try to stay out of everyone’s business, but everyone seems to blame me for their lot in life.”

“Well, you do tend to rub people the wrong way.” Vladmir grinned.

“I’m a fucking saint!”

“You mean the Devil,” the fucker snipped.

“He wants his club back!” Candy shouted, gaining my attention again.

“He had his club. All he had to do was stay in fucking Alabama.”

“Not Satan’s Angels. The Golden Skulls.”

Sighing heavily, I hung my head. “Why does everyone think they have a claim to my motherfucking club?”

“Maybe it’s because of your stellar personality?”

Narrowing my eyes at Vladmir, Candy added, “When the truth comes out about your clubs, Steele will kill the both of you, then merge the two clubs and take his rightful place as President.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard this story before. Fucker thinks he’s got some blood claim and now he wants to collect. Well, bitch. I hate to break it to you, but no one is claiming my club butme. Not Steele. Not Montana. No one. Fuck, I’m so tired of this bullshit. She’s got nothing. She’s all yours, Vladmir.”

I headed for the door when the bitch shouted, “You won’t win, because when the monster finds you, he will kill you all.”

Now that stopped me dead in my tracks.

Slowly turning toward the soon-to-be-dead woman.

“What the fuck did you just say?” I sneered as Vladmir slowly stood.

In the end, Candy never said another word.

Left with no choice, Vladmir quickly ended her life.

Knowing that Steele sent Candy to deliver a message, Vladmir and I quickly deduced that the missing kids were possibly somewhere in Alabama. The problem was that Alabama is Montana’s domain.

Which left me no choice but to call that motherfucker again.

Not wasting any time, I started speaking the second the line connected.

“Kids are in Alabama.”

“Meet me in Birmingham,” was all I heard before the line went dead.

The flight from Virginia to Birmingham, Alabama took just over an hour, and when we landed, we hit the ground running, wasting no time meeting up with Montana and a Soulless Sinner I hadn’t yet met.

“Maxim, Reaper, Vladmir,” Montana greeted. “This is Grudge. He’s the President of my Alabama Chapter. We’re going to be staying with them while his club scouts and gathers information. Grudge knows the area best and we’ll follow his lead. Grudge?”

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