Page 52 of Sinner's Fury

So, when my phone vibrated, I took a deep breath and connected the call, putting it on speaker.

“Reaper.”

“Fucknuts.”

I groaned, rolling my eyes.

He was too fucking calm, which instantly had me silently groaning as I sat up a bit.

“Is there something you want to tell me?”

“Not particularly, but I’m going to guess you saw the news.”

“Hard to fucking miss, since it’s on every goddamned channel.”

“How do you want to handle this?”

“You can do me a favor and put a bullet in your brain.”

“Not doing that.”

I heard him sigh.

“I warned you, Montana. I even offered my help.”

“I didn’t order the hit.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing would have happened if you had kept your word.”

“Is there any way around this besides going to war?”

Silence.

Dead motherfucking silence.

“Reaper?” I growled as Mercy and Payne hurriedly walked into my room. Holding up my hand, I sneered, “Reaper!”

Rushing toward me, Mercy snagged my phone, covering the speaker.

“What the fuck, Mercy?”

“You donotwant to talk to him right now.”

“The hell I don’t. I’m trying to stop a fucking war.”

“Nothing you say will change his mind, brother. Trust me. Just hang up the phone. Fury is out. He dropped his cut. Threw his marker too. We can’t touch him. Vicious is gone. Took his kids and left.”

“Delany?”

“Gone,” Payne stated, handing me a sheet of paper. “Drove over this morning. All I found was that note nailed to the front door.”

I am not a bargaining chip.

Delany.

Muffled laughter filled the room as I glared at Mercy.

“Tell me you muted that call.”

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