Page 51 of Golden Atonement

Vladmir shrugged, then smiled. “In my line of work, we call it insurance. Come. I will explain everything on the drive.”

February 20, 2024

Remi

I’d been here two days, waiting for Sunny to wake up.

The second I arrived, a woman named Valhalla informed me how close my sister was to death when she arrived.

I wanted to beat the hell out of Sandman.

He should have known better than to put Sunny on the back of a bike in her condition.

“She should be waking up soon.”

“Will she be able to have more babies?” Wraith asked.

“Yes,” Valhalla sighed. “It was touch and go for a while, but I was able to save her uterus.”

Nodding, I rubbed the back of my neck and asked the one question we all wanted to know, “Any word from Solomon?”

“No,” the beautiful woman replied. “I’ve sent someone to find him, but she hasn’t checked in. All I know is that after Satan’s Angels hit the clubhouses in Oklahoma, Tennessee, and Virginia, they went underground. As for Sandman and Reaper, they too have disappeared.”

Moaning captured our attention, and we turned to see Sunny looking at us.

“Remi?”

“Hi, sweetheart.”

“What are you doing here?” my sister asked, looking around the room. “What happened?”

“Sunny, my name is Valhalla. You are in the Nyght Nymphs clubhouse, just south of Las Vegas.”

“Where is Solomon?”

Valhalla looked at me and I sighed. I really hated this for her. My sister was too sweet, too gentle for this life.

I could kill Sandman for forcing her to live this shit.

“He’s not here, honey. We don’t know where he is.”

“What happened?”

“Sunny, when you arrived, you were hemorrhaging badly. You ripped the cervical cerclage stitch, which set off a chain of events I couldn’t stop. I tried everything but I’m so sorry. You lost the baby.”

Taking a deep breath, my sister looked around the room before her eyes landed on mine.

“Where is Solomon?”

“He’s hunting, baby.”

“No. He wouldn’t leave me. Not when I need him. What happened?”

Valhalla pulled up a chair and sat. “Satan’s Angels attacked several clubs five days ago. We’ve been in lockdown ever since. They systematically hit several clubs from Virginia to Nevada. It was a coordinated attack.”

“Valhalla,” Wraith growled.

“No,” Valhalla sneered. “This is my club. Mine. You run yours however you want, but you don’t have the right to tell me what to do in my own club.”

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