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“I won’t do it.”

“Then you’re fucked,” I stated, getting to my feet. “I got love for you and this club, but I will not sit around and watch you single-handedly destroy it because you can’t control your temper or ego. I know you’ve got a lot going on, but, brother, you are digging your grave faster than we can save you.”

“What if I patch them over?”

Looking at the man as if he had lost his fucking mind, I scoffed. “Were you not listening? There is no fucking way Reaper will agree to that. He fucking hates you more than you hatehim, especially after that shit fiasco with the blood pact you and Fedorov made. You’re lucky he hasn’t killed you.”

Jumping in, Mercy added, “You’re not getting the gravity of this situation, Montana. There is nothing, not one damn thing you can do that will appease Reaper. You want to save the club, then agree to dual membership and pray Reaper’s in a good fucking mood.”

Chapter Nine

Fury

Exiting the elevator, I stormed over to my door when I heard Vicious behind me. “I heard what happened.”

“Payne has a big mouth,” I grumbled, walking into my penthouse.

“What are you going to do?”

“I am not going to do anything. You are going to call your old friends and find a way to make this shit disappear before Montana leads this damn club into a fucking war.”

“Can’t do that, brother,” Vicious stated, standing his ground. “Said it before. Not going to risk my family because those two fucking idiots can’t play nice together.”

“Then we’re screwed, ’cause thanks to Montana and his big fat mouth, he just pitted the two clubs against each other,” I snipped. “I swear to fucking God, Vicious, I will take my girls and fucking run before I go up against Reaper. Got love for Montana, but Reaper scares the living hell out of me. The man doesn’t quit. I don’t even know if he knows the meaning of quit, and don’t even get me started on the rest of that club.”

Vicious smirked. “Yeah, they are a rare breed.”

“And you are just like them.”

“Marriage tamed me.”

“The fuck it did.” I grinned, just as someone knocked on the door.

Payne walked in, with Rage and Torment behind him. All three men stood in my living room, looking to me for answers. I knew what they wanted to hear, but I couldn’t say the words.

Instead, I asked, “Where is Storm?”

“Refusing to answer his fucking phone. Malice and Silver are riding out there now. Gotta say, Fury, this is one fucked-up mess,” Payne admitted.

“Is it true?” Rage asked. “Did he really say that shit?”

“Yeah, brother.” I nodded. “He did.”

“What the fuck was he thinking?” Torment asked.

“He wasn’t.” Vicious chuckled, taking a seat. “This is Montana Stone we’re talking about. The man doesn’t think.”

“Mercy is with Prez, trying to talk some sense into him,” Payne added.

“He’d have better luck talking to Reaper,” Vicious admitted.

“Yeah, well.” Payne chuckled. “I think he’s next on Mercy’s list.”

“Got a call from an old battle buddy of mine who lives close enough to the action in California. According to him, Reaper has been lying low and spending time with his wife,” Rage said out of the blue.

“Funny you mentioned that,” Payne countered. “Because I too got a call from a former battle buddy, and he said Reaper was sending him and another club brother to Montana to start up the Golden Skulls chapter there. According to him, Reaper wants it up and running within the next six months. Full club too, prospects and all.”

Looking at Vicious, the man said nothing as he slowly hung his head and cursed, “Shit.”

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