Page 5 of Sinner's Fury

Soulless Sinners’ boardroom.

“Can we make this quick?” I asked, leaning forward in my seat. “I have a date tonight.”

Ignoring me, Montana looked directly at Storm and asked, “Where the fuck is that bitch?”

Taking a deep breath, Storm calmly replied, “My wife is at home with our daughter.”

“And I’m canceling,” I muttered and reached for my phone, knowing damn well I wouldn’t be leaving this clubhouse anytime soon. When the club learned the truth about Storm’s baby momma, Montana didn’t take it very well. In fact, if I was being honest, lately he hadn’t taken anything well at all. For the last several months, Montana had been living on a hair trigger and everything set him off.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Montana seethed.

“Delany and I were married today.”

“THE FUCK!”

And like clockwork, Montana lost his shit.

From the moment I became a member of the club, I had grown used to and even come to expect the excessively loud and boisterous personality that was Montana Ethan Stone. With a voice powerful enough to fill a stadium, the man,seemingly oblivious to the concept of an inside voice, much to the annoyance of those around him, preferred to speak loudly. Because he was unable to express his displeasure in a healthy way, he would often resort to yelling and tearing others down. The challenge with individuals possessing passionate temperaments, a group to which Montana undoubtedly belonged, lay in their susceptibility to emotional governance. This was certainly the case with Montana, as evidenced by his actions. The man, stubbornly resistant to reason, consistently opted for the immediate gratification of brute force rather than exploring the potentially more effective, albeit less immediately satisfying, path of calm and constructive resolution.

Basically, the man was a hothead with a nasty temper.

“Brother, tell me you didn’t,” Happy groaned while I watched Montana throw his chair across the room, ranting and raving like a lunatic. I would have told the fucker to use his words, but that would have only pissed him off even more.

“I did,” Storm admitted. “Would you like to see the paperwork? Or my brand on her back as evidence?”

Happy shook his head. “Do you know what you’ve done?”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t!” Montana roared, slamming his hands on the table. “That bitch’s father is a fucking traitor. He killed five 9/11 families. You, of all people, should know the repercussions of what her father did. It’s bad enough his face is all over the fucking papers, but when the media learns you married the arsonist’s daughter, they are going to eat us alive. No one will do business with us again!”

Looking at me, Storm asked, “Let me guess, you haven’t learned the truth yet, have you?”

“What truth?”

“The truth about what happened? About what really is going on here?”

I frowned, looking from Montana back to Storm.

“What am I missing here?”

Mercy reached over and grabbed a file from his briefcase before sliding it down the table toward me. “Gonna need to hire better investigators, brother, because we had no problem finding out the truth.”

I wasted no time opening the file and reading the contents.

Well shit.

This wasn’t good.

With each page I turned, more and more information that I thought I had buried long ago resurfaced. It turned out I hadn’t buried the information as deeply as I thought as an icy dread settled in my stomach. Only one person in the world could bypass my security, and I was going to break his neck when I caught him. The thought sent a surge of furious energy through me.

My duty to keep a close watch on George and the Rejects was unpleasant enough, the constant threat of violence hanging heavy in the air, but the addition of my brothers transformed my situation into a nightmare. However, now it looked like I would also be responsible for babysitting Sypher, which meant dealing with his endless energy and incessant chatter.

“What the fuck is going on?” Montana shouted.

“Sit down, Montana. You will not like what you are about to hear,” Mercy said firmly.

For the next several minutes, Montana sat and listened to everything Mercy had to say regarding David Campbell, his time as a firefighter, and his subsequent death at the hands of our club, including the revelation about his own father’s involvement.

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