Page 16 of Sinner's Fury

The place looked sterile.

Wiped clean. Minus a small box that sat in the corner.

There was nothing left of Shame.

Nothing to show that my brother was even here.

“What is that?” I asked, pointing to the box.

“Shame’s personal effects. I didn’t know what to do with it, and I didn’t want to throw it away. Was going to give it to Montana or Mercy, hoping they would have an idea.”

Walking over to the box, I opened the lid and frowned when I picked up an old flip phone.

“Thought you said Shame’s personal effects were in here.”

“I did. All I could find was that phone,” the kid replied.

“You mean to tell me that all he had in here was this damn phone?”

“Yeah,” the kid confirmed. “Thought it odd, too. All of you have pictures, personal mementos to show your likes, family, hobbies and interests, but not Shame. When I cleaned out this office, that was all I found.”

Flipping the phone open, I checked the contacts list to find none there. Frowning, I then checked the call log and saw that no one had called. It was odd because I knew that Shame always used his iPhone. Brother had that damn thing attached to his hip.

Why the fuck would he have an old, outdated flip phone?

“You run a diagnostic on this?”

“Yeah. Nothing came up.”

“So, he never used it?”

“Not that I could tell. Those old phones are only good for one thing, Fury.”

“Yeah, burner phones. But that begs the question, why would Shame have a burner phone?”

“I don’t know. You want me to run some more tests?”

Shaking my head, I pocketed the phone and said, “No. By chance, did you find any relatives for Shame? Parents, siblings, a cousin? Did he have any family?”

“Montana told me not to. Just to consolidate his company and absorb it into the club.”

Yeah. I remembered that part.

I understood the club had a lot on its plate, but we could have taken five fucking minutes for Shame. He was our fucking brother, after all.

Saying nothing more, I left Pippen to whatever it was he was doing.

It was late, and I was tired.

After the clusterfuck of a day, all I wanted to do was go home and see my girls.

High-pitched squeals and laughter immediately assaulted my ears as the elevator doors opened and I saw Elizabeth and Andi chasing Bri down the long hallway from Vicious and Lindsey’s penthouse toward mine.

As a sitting board member in the Soulless Sinners Motorcycle Club, Vicious, Linsey’s old man and I took over this entire floor of Davenport Tower, since I was the biological father of Linsey’s nieces. Despite Mercy’s displeasure with the tiny bit of remodeling we asked him to do, the entire floor was now fitted to house six children and three adults.

The enemy grossly outnumbered us, and the adults knew it.

Somehow, through a lot of discussion, compromise, and a little bit of understanding, the three of us had found some semblance of normal in our crazy, unconventional family unit.

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