Page 182 of Golden Atonement

“Watch me!”

“My God,” Montana snarked. “After everything, now you’re gonna pussy out like a crying little bitch.”

I didn’t think as I rushed toward the fucker, only to have Grudge and a few others from the Birmingham club hold me back.

“LET ME GO!” I seethed. “I’m gonna fucking kill him!”

“Can’t let you do that, Reaper,” Grudge grunted while I fought him and the others.

“The fuck you can’t. MOVE!”

“You kill him, and you will start a war, and you know it. A war you can’t win.”

“Don’t fucking care as long as I take that motherfucker with me.”

“What about Remi?”

And just like that, I stopped.

Fucker said the one thing that would always make me stop.

Pushing the big bastard off me, I sneered, “If I ever hear my wife’s name come out of your mouth again, I will cut out your fucking tongue.”

Ignoring my comment, Grudge turned toward Montana.

“Biker law clearly states that if a sitting president fails or refuses to uphold a club marker, then he must atone.”

“What the fuck do you think I’ve been trying to do, Grudge?” Montana huffed. “That fucker doesn’t listen to reason.”

“Seems to me you’re not the one listening,” Misery, the Birmingham VP, stated, then grinned. “Because last I heard, Reaper’s already told you what he wants.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Vicious,” Grudge simply said.

“NO!” Montana jumped to his feet. “I can’t have a fucking Golden Skull sitting on my board.”

“But Vicious isn’t a Golden Skull. He’s a Soulless Sinner. He wears the club brand, like the rest of us. So, what’s the problem?”

I chuckled, shaking my head while I took a seat. “The problem is, fucknuts over there knows that if anything happens to Vicious or his family, it will cost him two of his chapters, of which I get to pick. Doesn’t matter if Vicious dies peacefully in his sleep. If anything, and I mean anything, happens, Montana loses. And just so we’re all clear, Vicious still wears the Golden Mark. My brothers would be loyal to both clubs, and that’s what Montana can’t handle. He’s got to control everything. Isn’t that right, fucknuts?”

“I really, really fucking hate you,” Montana seethed.

“So, he’s damned if he does and damned if he doesn’t,” Grudge said to no one in particular.

“Yep.” I grinned, then added, “He has no fucking choice, and he knows it, because all it would take is for me to bring it to the table to force his hand.”

“Then why haven’t you done that already?” Misery asked.

“Because he likes to fucking annoy me,” Montana grumbled.

Leaning back in my chair, I smiled. “That is a plus,” I said as we all heard a phone ping.

“It’s Lucky,” Terror spoke up, looking at his phone. “They’re moving the kids.”

“When?” Montana asked as I sat up.

“Now.”

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