Page 18 of Sinner's Fury

“A burner?” Vicious said, confused, leaning against the doorjamb. “Why would he have a burner?”

“Don’t know.”

“Did Pippen test it?”

“Yeah, but nothing came up.”

“You doing okay with everything going on?”

Shrugging my shoulders, I placed the phone on my bed and rubbed my hands down my face. “No. One of my brothers is dead, and Montana brushed it off like Shame’s death was an inconvenience. To make matters worse, everything that Shame owned has been consolidated into the club. Don’t even know if he had a girlfriend or family out there.”

“His apartment is below ours. Have you gone and looked through his things there?”

“No. Mercy generally does that shit.”

“Well, I know for a fact he hasn’t. Since this shit with Silver and Malice, Mercy’s been practically babysitting Montana. Plus, with Reaper back in the chair, you know as well as I do that Shame’s death is the last thing anyone cares about.”

Looking up at my brother, I whispered, “I care.”

“Well, I’ve got nothing planned at the moment. Linsey’s got the girls corralled with some Disney movie. Why don’t you and I go downstairs and check things out? Maybe we will find something there that puts your mind at rest.”

Nodding, I said nothing as I got to my feet and followed him out of my penthouse. It didn’t take us long before we were standing in front of Shame’s door.

Unlike most floors in Davenport Tower, which catered to the uber rich, the club reserved penthouse suites on the upper floors for its board members. The primary penthouse and the floor below belonged to Montana and Mercy. Two brothers shared the subsequent penthouse floors. Like Vicious and I shared a floor. Malice and Payne, the club’s enforcers, shared the floor aboveus. The floor below, Shame and Storm shared. Only a few of us lived in Davenport Tower full-time. The rest either stayed at the clubhouse or had homes of their own.

Punching in the code to enter his penthouse and hearing the door unlock, I entered, only to find the place completely barren.

The place looked like no one had lived there before.

Looking around, Vicious and I searched every room, both of us coming up empty-handed.

“I thought he stayed here,” Vicious said, looking around the empty place.

“I did too.”

“What about the clubhouse?”

I shook my head. “No. The only thing there was a bare mattress and an unused dresser. There weren’t even fresh towels in the bathroom.”

“This makes no sense. Shame left the clubhouse every day. If he didn’t live here, just where the hell did he lay his head at night?”

Looking around the barren place, I wondered the exact same thing.

Chapter Three

Carly

“Mind some company?”

“Please.” Sal immediately stood.

Salvatore Valentinetti was unlike anything I expected from a man with familial ties to the Mafia. He was kind, generous, and sincere. After the Golden Skulls killed Mother, Salvatore opened his family home to me, Drew, and Issac, until Sypher could find us a place where no one would look for us. What I also found interesting was, although he was the brother of a known Mafia Don, he really preferred living his life away from his family. I knew there was a story there, but I dared not intrude.

Taking a seat, I watched as he returned to his.

“Everyone asleep?”

I nodded, staring into the fire. “Yes.”

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