Page 61 of Sinner's Fury

I wasn’t stupid. I fucking knew Montana had brothers out looking for me. I knew he put the word out to all our allies to keep an eye out. I just prayed that Montana overlooked the smaller chapters. Then again, showing up out of the blue without an invitation or prior warning was cause for concern. I was hoping against hope that my former friend could convince his president that I wasn’t someone to be feared or viewed as a threat.

Archie stuck his head out of the guard shack and asked, “Name?”

“Fury.”

The prospect frowned but relayed my name.

Of course, I should have known the second he did that the warm welcome I hoped for would vanish, because in the next instant, the kid slammed the guard shack door shut and literally ducked low to the ground, believing the guard shack would protect him.

Rolling my eyes, I stayed put as I watched the front doors of the clubhouse open and out walked the Silver Shadows MC.

I watched in disbelief as my former friend leisurely walked toward me, taking his time, each step seeming to take an eternity. Despite the passage of time, the fucker remained unchanged, and when he casually leaned against my SUV to inspect it, I couldn’t resist making a snide comment. “What? No hello for a friend?”

The big fucker shrugged his shoulders and frowned. “Are we still friends?”

Rolling my eyes, I groaned. “I wasn’t the one who up and fucking left without a word, Tony.”

“But you didn’t look for me either.” The big fucker pouted.

“Didn’t know I needed to.”

“What are you doing here, Chris?”

“Need a place for the night.”

“This have anything to do with what’s going on back home?”

“You know it does.”

My friend looked over at Carly and asked, “And her?”

“She’s Golden.”

“Shit,” Tony cursed, shaking his head. “King is going to fucking lose his shit. You know something, I left the city because I couldn’t deal with all the politics, and now you bring this shit to my doorstep.”

“What can I say? I like sharing.”

Tony narrowed his eyes and growled. “Fuck you, Chris.”

“Can I come in or not?”

“Yeah, pull up to the clubhouse. I’ll make the introductions.”

Doing as he said, I drove the SUV deeper into Silver Shadows’ territory and prayed I hadn’t just made a big fucking mistake.

Parking the vehicle, I turned to Carly as she scanned the area.

“Are you sure about them?”

“No,” I admitted. “Until we make it to California, I’m not sure about anything or anyone.”

“I thought we were going to Tennessee?”

“That would be the first place everyone looked. We are safer in California. Besides, I’m hoping that Vicious is already there. In the meantime, watch what you say, and don’t give them any information you don’t want getting back to Montana.”

“So, shut up and let you do all the talking?” She smirked.

“Basically, yes,” I replied, turning off the engine, then unbuckling my seat belt.

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