Page 65 of Golden Atonement

Vladmir shook his head. “No. She’s still at the penthouse with Harlow.”

“What about Storm?”

Vladmir nodded.

“He isn’t going to quit, is he?” I said to no one in particular. Looking around the room, I added, “One last time, and then I’m leaving. He doesn’t get the message, then that’s on him.”

“Please don’t kill him. He doesn’t know,” Virginia pleaded.

“That’s why he’s still alive. However, he’s seriously pissing me off.”

“He will listen to me. Let me help.”

“Lady, I trust you about as much as I trust him,” I snarked, then groaned. “Fuck it. If the son of a bitch won’t listen to his own fucking mother, then that’s on him. Let’s go.”

The trip from Maxim’s penthouse to the clubhouse wasn’t long. Although it was uncomfortable. Neither Virginia Stone nor Dakota said a damn word. Which was good because I really wasn’t in the mood to hear their lies.

The second the car stopped in front of the clubhouse, I smirked when Sypher stepped around the corner to greet us.

“He’s really pissed, Remi. Been shouting so loud I could hear him all the way out here.”

“His temper will get him killed if he’s not careful,” I muttered. “Let’s do this. I am so ready to leave this fucking city.”

Walking up the steps to the clubhouse, I heard Storm.

“Because, as of yesterday, she also bears the Golden Mark. You can’t touch her.”

“What the FUCK!” Montana roared, grabbing him by his shirt, hauling Storm close. “Who the fuck marked her?”

“I did.”

No one said a word as they all took their seats in the boardroom.

I knew it wasn’t every day that the wife of a President of a rival club showed up. To make things more interesting, the volatile man seething at the head of the table was blood bound to protect me, thanks to a deal he made with Reaper and Maxim Fedorov. Even if Montana wanted to, he couldn’t touch a singlehair on my head without bringing the full force of the criminal underworld down upon his head.

“I’m going to make this quick,” I began, glaring at Montana. “Delany Calloway is Golden. If I hear that you or anyone in this club has threatened her again, in any way, the Golden Skulls will retaliate.”

“You can’t make that claim, Remi.”

“No, but I can as a patched brother of the Golden Skulls,” Sypher stated clearly.

“I’m not fucking around,” I added. “Maxim Fedorov has offered her protection as a favor to me for his part in this whole fucked-up mess you three fucking morons constructed. So whatever hiccup you have regarding her, get over it. Fast. She is innocent of this life.”

“Got balls coming into my club and ordering me around, Remi. Any other person and I would gut you where you stand.” Montana grinned.

“You don’t even know how big my balls are,” I clipped, getting to my feet. “Think of Delany as Switzerland. She’s off-limits.”

“Fair enough,” Montana relented, smiling. “Won’t touch the bitch.”

“Legacy,” I growled. “Her name is Legacy and you will show her the fucking respect she deserves.”

Montana reluctantly saluted as I held my head high, walking out of the boardroom with Sypher following behind me.

“Hey, kid,” Montana spoke, halting the young man, who turned to face him. “You step into my club again. For any reason, I will keep my promise. Understand?”

Sypher nodded, closing the door behind him.

Walking out of the club, Sypher and I slid into the waiting vehicle when my father asked, “Where can we drop you, Sypher?”

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