Page 6 of Sinner's Fury

“My dad did all that?” he asked, astonishment lacing his tone. I could have easily piled on and blown the fucker’s head, but one problem at a time. In my interactions with Montana,I rapidly discovered that a measured and balanced approach yielded the most favorable results. Overwhelmed, the hothead’s temper flared, his fists clenched, and a storm of shouting and broken objects ensued, spiraling everything out of control. His limited cognitive capacity meant Montana could only handle one problem at a time. The weight of multiple issues pressing down on him, left him feeling trapped and unable to think clearly.

Throw in anything to deal with Reaper and the Golden Skulls and the man instantly went bat-crap-crazy!

“Yeah, brother. He did.”

“But why? Why go after a firefighter? What purpose did that serve?”

“Storm, do you want to tell him?” Mercy offered, looking at the man sitting across from me who was saying nothing.

Nodding, he sat up and told him the rest.

For the next hour, Montana sat and listened to everything Storm learned, and when he finished, Montana ordered, “Get that motherfucker and bring him in here.”

Malice quietly got up and left the room.

“SHIT!” Montana yelled, turning to Happy. “Tell me you didn’t know about any of this.”

The big man slowly shook his head. “I didn’t. George rarely confided in me once he found out about me and your mother. Like I said before, he only kept me around to watch over me and blackmail your mother.”

Happy was right. Their affair threw a monkey wrench into George’s plans. Even more so when Reaper and the Golden Skulls ended theSociety. God, when George learned the Golden Skulls killed Sienna Mitchell, George ranted and bitched for days.

“Payne, round up the Retirement Rejects. I want to speak with them. Now!”

Moments later, George Stone strolled into the boardroom, his shoulders relaxed, a faint smirk playing on his lips, but the nervous energy in the room was palpable, a silent hum beneath the surface of forced calm. The moment the man glanced in my direction and smirked, I froze in my chair.

I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for him—he was the catalyst for this whole thing.

My primary target.

From the start, my sole task was to discreetly observe and meticulously document every action of George Stone, his associates in the club, his brothers, and any related organizations during my undercover investigation. I soon realized that although George Stone relinquished the seat to his son, his constant presence continued to guide Montana’s decisions.

While sitting in his imposing corner office at Stone Corporation, George continued to subtly shape his son’s career path, the weight of his immense power palpable. For years, unbeknownst to his sons, George, the Retirement Rejects, and their shadowy associates secretly collaborated with the underworld, plotting to continue theSociety’snefarious legacy, their hushed meetings filled with the clinking of glasses and furtive glances. The same organization that Montana, Maxim Fedorov and Reaper fought hard to bring down.

More importantly, George Stone, in a shocking betrayal, partnered with the mastermind behind the Golden Skulls’ reign of terror, aiming to erase the club from existence and bury the truth behind the Soulless Sinners’ creation—a truth he desperately needed to keep hidden.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”

“Gotta be more specific than that, boy.” George smiled at his angry son. “I’ve done a lot of stuff in my time on this earth.”

That’s the damn truth.

“Mercy, give me your gun,” Montana ordered. “I’m gonna cap his ass now.”

“Can’t do that, Prez,” Mercy sneered at George Stone while the fat man looked smugly at his son.

“Malice, kill him!” Montana ordered as Malice happily grinned.

“Malice, you move, I will take your brand!” Mercy shouted back, halting the moody fucker before turning to Montana. “Boss, think. You kill him, we know nothing. As much as I hate it, we need the fucker alive.”

“What’s the matter, Son? Getting too hot in the seat?”

“Give me a reason not to kill you, old man, because I’m real fucking close to putting a bullet in your head.”

I wished he would. He would definitely make my life easier, but like all the times before, I kept quiet and said nothing until I was forced to respond.

Ignoring the irate Montana, Storm turned and faced George. “Tell me why you had David Campbell killed.”

The former president of the Soulless Sinners leaned back in his chair and smirked. “So that’s what this is about. You finally found out, huh?”

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