Page 15 of Sinner's Fury

“What do they have on you besides your birth father?”

“Fuckers found out my true allegiance.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Short version. My actual club tasked me with infiltrating the Soulless Sinners to locate a woman we believe George or one of his friends are hiding and to ensure the Soulless Sinners kept their promise.”

“Promise about what?”

“About the truth.”

Sighing, I rubbed my forehead. “Justin, I’m gonna need more than that. My head is spinning. Just tell me what it is I don’t know. Start with the actual name of your real club?”

When he said nothing, I groaned.

“Look. You must know who I really am, right?”

He nodded.

“Then just tell me.”

He frowned, then eased me toward the corner, away from the many prying eyes, and whispered, “Your uncle accidentally stepped into a war not of his making, and if he’s not careful, he will lose it all. What do you know about the history of the Golden Skulls?”

“Not much. Only that William Doherty killed his best friend, Xavier Goldman, and took over the Golden Skulls after they returned from Vietnam and that he raped my grandmother then killed her.”

Justin cursed, lightly shaking his head. “So, you know nothing.”

Looking at the man, I narrowed my eyes. I could tell he clearly knew more and was reluctant to say anything.Whatever it was, it concerned the Golden Skulls and my grandfather.

Seeing Mother make her way toward us, I quickly whispered, “What don’t I know?”

“William didn’t kill Xavier to take over the Golden Skulls. He killed him because he learned the truth.”

“What truth?”

“It’s time.” Mother smiled.

Well shit.

I never did get the answer to what he was talking about, and after that night, I never saw Justin again until he showed up in the dead of night, right before George Stone and several of the Satan’s Angels killed Issac and set our house on fire.

Chapter Two

Fury

August 2024, afterthe meeting at the Gentlemen’s Club,

“It’s late, kid. Go home,” I said, walking by Shame’s office to find Pippen still working diligently on the club’s ghost file mystery, and that’s when it hit me.

It wasn’t Shame’s office anymore.

It was Pippen’s now.

I wasn’t ever going to get used to seeing Pippen in here. To me, the kid would always be the prospect. Technically, he kind of still was, but more. No longer a prospect but not yet a brother. The kid had five years of an internship to complete before he could receive his brand. The funny thing was, I knew the kid would do it. Pippen was a determined bastard. Smart as hell and right now, very fucking valuable to the club, especially since Shame was gone.

“I’ll finish this up then go,” the kid promised, typing something into the computer.

Shaking my head, I walked into the office and took a good look around.

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