Page 26 of Sinner's Fury

“Montana, just give the jagoff what he wants.” Mercy sighed. “The sooner you do, the faster he will back off.”

“Fuck that shit!” Montana roared, as he continued to pace the room. “I will not have a fucking Golden Skull sitting in my boardroom.”

“Uh...” Vicious grinned, holding up his hand. “You do realize I still bear the Golden mark, right? While I’m not a member of the club anymore, I can still walk in at any time.”

Montana rounded on my brother and sneered. “And the second you do, I will have your brand.”

“All I’m saying is, wouldn’t it be easier to have me in both places? You would know what Reaper is thinking, planning and so forth.”

“Exactly!” Montana clipped. “And the fucker would know what I’m doing too.”

“Boss,” Mercy groaned. “Reaper doesn’t care what you have planned or what you do, as long as you leave his club alone. He said as much the last time he was here.”

Plopping his ass back in his chair, Montana sighed, running his hands down his face. “I don’t trust him. I never have. I can’t have one of his men in my club. Not with everything we have going on. I just can’t, especially after what happened down in Alabama.”

Curious, I asked, “Speaking of which. What exactly happened down there? You never said, and you refused to allow any of us to go with you. I called Grudge, and even he kept quiet.”

“If he knows what’s good for him, he will keep his trap shut.”

“That’s not what I asked, Montana,” I reiterated, knowing damn well he was evading the question. “What happened in Alabama?”

“Nothing,” my president snarked, clearly lying his ass off as he leaned back in his chair. “We flew down there, used the Alabama club to find the kids, then flew home. That was it.”

“No,” I stated firmly. “You found those kids because Malice called Sinclair. He found them.”

Montana glared at Mercy, who simply shrugged.

“Not lying to my brothers.”

Changing the subject, Montana asked, “Any word on Pippen?”

Shaking my head, I replied, “No. I talked with my brother over at the State Department, and he hasn’t heard of any FBI warrants for Dante Sharp, Lena Collins, or Danny Franks.”

“Off the books?” Vicious asked.

“Maybe,” I admitted. “But I’m not sure. All we know is that the FEDs walked into this clubhouse and arrested our intern. The IDs and warrant looked genuine enough to me, so I didn’t question it. If it was an off-the-books arrest, then those three could be anywhere.”

“Don’t fucking care about the others. Only our intern.”

Glaring at Montana, I sat up and clearly said, “Well, you better care and fast, because not only was Pippen working on our own ghost files, but his brother is Silas Sharp and works for Crispin Sinclair. He is also best friends with Sypher, who, by the way, is a major hacker on the dark web. Both boys went to school together. They are best friends. Add in Phantom, who just happens to be married to Bullseye, Sypher’s cousin, and I’d say you have a big fucking problem. Those three people know all our secrets. Yours, mine, both clubs, everything. The longer all three are missing, the more information they could leak.”

“Phantom won’t say shit,” Vicious muttered. “Woman’s been to hell and back. Afghan terrorists held her captive and tortured her horribly. Woman never spoke a fucking word. As for Sypher, that kid fears Reaper more than you, Montana. Trust me. He will go to his grave before he utters a fucking word.”

“Malice, you know the intern. Will he talk?” Montana asked.

Turning in my chair, I watched as the enforcer for the club said absolutely nothing and reclined in his chair, feet up on thetable as he munched happily on a green apple, only to shrug and take another bite.

Chuckling, Payne shook his head. “Words, brother.”

Swallowing, Malice simply said, “Only know Silas.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that?” Montana grumbled. “The intern is Silas’ brother.”

“Left when he was a kid. Wasn’t there to watch him grow up.”

“Malice,” Mercy groaned. “What is your gut telling you? Can we trust Pippen to keep our secrets?”

Dropping his feet to the floor, Malice threw what remained of his apple in the trash before standing up and adjusting himself.

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