Page 63 of Sinner's Fury

“What do you mean, everyone’s family?” King asked, sitting up straighter.

Leaning back in my chair, I simply said, “It’s all connected, according to my woman. The clubs, the table, the underworld. It’s like one big fucked-up dysfunctional family, and this shit just proves it. You should also know that Carly is the daughter of Shane Keller and Angela Goldman.”

King closed his eyes and groaned, as did a few of the older brothers.

“Holy shit,” one of the club enforcers, Ghost, muttered, looking directly at her. “You’re Sandman’s sister?”

She nodded and added, “And Savage’s sister, who is currently the President of the Tennessee Chapter. So, I don’t need to tell you how important it is that no one knows where we are.”

“Does Reaper know?” King asked as his phone pinged with a text message.

Shaking my head, I spoke up. “Don’t think so, but it’s only a matter of time. We ran into a bit of trouble in Chicago with theValentinetti’s, but they’ve assured me that our secret is safe with them.”

Reaching for his phone, King looked at it, then placed it on the table. “I’m sorry, Fury, but you know I have to call him. The Golden Skulls are one fucking club I won’t go up against.”

“You call him before I can explain everything, and you might as well sign my death warrant. Reaper knows Montana fucked up. The tree lighting ceremony was proof of that. Information is fluid right now. Montana’s back is against the wall. The Soulless Sinners are splintering. You call Reaper and tell him I’m in possession of a Golden Princess, and he won’t think twice before declaring war against your club.”

King leaned back in his chair and said nothing as he pinned me with an intense and appraising stare. I didn’t know what he was thinking, and I didn’t care, as long as he gave me and Carly sanctuary for the night. If he wanted no part of the coming war, I completely understood and would be gone by morning.

“You still wearing the brand?”

My head snapped to his, then I slowly looked around the table. None of the Silver Shadows moved. I fucking knew why King asked. I may have dropped my cut and used my marker, but the brand on my fucking back meant I was still a fucking blood brother in the Soulless Sinners. As an officer of the Mother Chapter, even I knew the only way out for me was death.

Rules were rules.

Narrowing my eyes, I looked at King and snarled, “You do this, and he will order you to kill me. He’s still the head of the Biker Federation, and you know it.”

King smirked, leaned forward, crossed his hands on the table, then tapped his phone’s screen, making a call. “Let’s test that theory.”

Shit.

Seconds later, I clearly heard Mercy say, “Not a good time, King, unless you’re calling to affirm your allegiance to Montana.”

“No,” the gruff man stated. “Staring at a Sinner, Mercy.”

“Shit,” Mercy whispered, then we all heard muffled words as a door slammed before my VP said, “Grant him sanctuary, King, and I will owe you a marker.”

“And why would I do that?” King asked as he smirked, his eyebrow raised.

“Because as of an hour ago, the table voted Montana out. Reaper is now the head of the Biker Federation,” Mercy clipped angrily before adding, “Montana is losing his shit. Fucker has declared war on any club who sides with the Golden Skulls. It’s fucking bad here. The club is fragmenting. Montana’s doing everything he can to keep what’s left together.”

“And the Sinner before me? What’s Montana’s plans for him?”

Mercy groaned. “Montana ordered the Blood of a Sinner for all three of them. As soon as they are captured and returned to the city, Montana won’t waste time punishing them.”

“Three?”

“Fury, Vicious, and Storm.”

“I see,” King said, taking a deep breath and leaning back in his chair. “And his old lady?”

“Old lady? What old lady?”

King looked at me questioning.

Shaking my head, King hit the mute button, glaring at me as I quickly admitted, “They don’t know she’s with me. That’s why we need to get to California before Reaper finds out she’s with me.”

Holding up his hand, King silenced me before unmuting the call.

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