Page 2 of Sinner's Fury

“Do you know their father’s name?” the priest asked, never looking up.

I slowly nodded and said the one name that would ensure their death. “Casper O’Malley.”

“The head of the Irish Resistance?”

“Help me, Father. Help me protect my girls.”

February 23rd, 2018

Shame

Pier 81, New York City,

The cold air stung my face as I scanned the area, pulling my heavy coat tighter around me, before rubbing my hands together, trying to generate some warmth against the biting wind. It was late February, and despite the forecasters’ predictions of warmer weather, a thick blanket of snow, undisturbed and pristine, still covered the ground.

“How sure are you?” he asked as we watched George Stone ride into the compound with the rest of the old guard.

“Very,” I muttered, my teeth clattering as my body shivered. “George made a big announcement last week. Today, the fucker is handing over the club to Montana. Club is throwing a big retirement party for him and the others.”

He nodded, adjusting his binoculars as a glimmer of relief washed in his eyes before he shared, “That’s good news; I received word late last night that they found the girls and managed to help them escape.” The weight of his words felt heavy, even though they were positive.

“So. Remi and the others are out?”

“Yeah, which means shit is about to get real, because when George learns what happened, he won’t be able to do anything about it. He will move to protect his son and his legacy.The second he does that, we need to know exactly what he has planned before Reaper goes off the deep end and fucks everything up.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Stay close to George. Gather as much information as you can. Be diligent, Justin, because the information you gather could mean life or death for those associated.”

“How long before you think Reaper and the others begin to put everything together?”

“With the Vault at his side, weeks. The second Remi steps into that clubhouse and Max learns what happened to her, he will start digging. That boy is like a dog with a bone. Nothing, and I mean nothing, will stop him from exacting his revenge. Even if he has to slaughter everyone in his path to do it.”

“And Montana?”

He looked out the windshield toward the clubhouse and sighed. “You better pray Montana knows how to control his temper. We don’t need another hothead going off script. Bad enough we have to watch and minimize Reaper’s tantrums, but if Montana learns the truth before we can contain Reaper, then we’re screwed. Because if those two start working together, they will make the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse look like a fucking carnival ride.”

“I still think it would be better to sit them down and tell them the truth. All this lying and subterfuge will only piss them off more.”

He turned around and looked at me. “Are you fucking crazy? The second we do that, Montana will kill Reaper on principle; that’s if Max doesn’t chop off his head first. Bad enough the clubs are connected. They don’t need to know they’re joined by blood, too. No, we need to ease them into this. We push them together before they are on the same page and that fucker wins.”

August 13, 2022

Fury

Soulless Sinners’ clubhouse, New York City...

The thumping bass vibrated through the floor, a relentless rhythm that filled the room, and everywhere I looked, girls were dancing, their energy infectious. The usual Friday night chaos reigned at the Soulless Sinners’ clubhouse as the new club pieces arrived, their nervous chatter a stark contrast to Barney’s calm demeanor as he prepared them for the night ahead, the scent of perfume and anticipation hanging heavy in the air.

The festivities drew a diverse crowd; women of all shapes and sizes, with different hairstyles and complexions, came to celebrate. The variety of shapes and colors—tall, short, curvy, thin, blonde, brunette—it didn’t matter to me. I was content as long as she had a tight pussy and could suck a dick like a pro. Regardless of breast size, be it small or more than a mouthful, my main goal was to find a no-strings-attached relationship. I wanted a straightforward woman who was uninterested in anything more than a casual fling.

Once I found that, then I was good until I got bored and moved on.

Rinse and repeat.

I had no intention of settling down. The idea of being chained to a meaningless relationship filled me with disgust. That’s all these women were. A piece of pussy. Easy lays. Nice to lookat, easy to fuck, but nothing to take home. Like most of the brothers, I kept my pussy here, where it was convenient and at the ready.

“Take your pick, man.” Barney laughed, arms wide, as he walked over to me. “I handpicked a few of these beauties just for you.”

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