Page 68 of Sinner's Fury

“Nav got you both on the eleven o’clock flight out of Cheyenne to LaGuardia,” King informed, walking over to hand me several papers. “You should land around three in the afternoon. From there, you should know your way home. If you get into trouble, call me. Jingles and Matlock have offered to fly out since they are from the area. I will wait twenty-four hours before I call Reaper and tell him the news.”

“That doesn’t give us enough time,” Carly whispered, looking at me.

“I wish I could give you both more, but the law is clear. Twenty-four hours is all you get.”

“And Montana?” Carly asked as King looked at me expectantly.

Sighing, I looked down at my new wife and simply replied, “Depending on his mood, he will issue Blood of a Sinner or kill me outright, but you, he will happily use you to bring Reaper to heal.”

“That ain’t gonna happen,” Shane said, walking over minus my daughter. Looking around, I saw Blade’s woman Beck, ushering my girls and Drew into the kitchen. “No matter where you go, someone will always be there. Trust in that, Charlotte. Ain’t no one ever gonna use you as a bargaining chip again.”

Carly nodded, gripping my hand tightly.

“And the kids?”

“Just waiting on our ride, baby girl,” Shane said as the last person I ever thought I’d ever see walked into the clubhouse unannounced.

Walking over to him, I hugged my brother as if my life depended on it. So fucking glad to see him, I whispered, “Linsey?”

“Alive,” Vicious said hoarsely, his voice full of emotion as he slapped my back for good measure. Releasing me, he looked around the room and asked, “Where are the girls?”

“In the kitchen having cake and ice cream,” King said, extending his hand as I stepped back, letting the two men shake hands.

“I don’t know if you remember me, Vicious, but we met once when you stayed at our Mother Chapter in Arkansas.”

Vicious nodded. “Good to see you again, King. I see you finally got your own chapter. Good for you.”

“What’s the word, Vicious?” Shane asked, ignoring the pleasantries.

“It’s not good. Montana is digging in his heels. He’s challenging the ruling of the table, demanding a clemency hearing with them and Reaper. The table is considering it to avoid all-out war. To make matters worse, Reaper’s been silent. No one has heard shit out of him since the table made the ruling.”

“That’s not fucking good,” King muttered.

“Got that right. A silent Reaper is a deadly one. To make matters worse, Montana is having a hard time contacting several of the chapters.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“What I said,” Vicious replied. “They aren’t answering the call.”

“Compromised?”

“More like they are tired of Montana’s shit. That motherfucker has had ample opportunity to do the right thing from the second he took over the chair, and he’s refused every time. I think the other clubs are tired of covering for him.”

“Who’s still at the club?”

“After you, me, and Storm left, Montana locked down the club tight. No one in or out.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I told him,” Bane said, walking into the Silver Shadows’ clubhouse and heading straight for the bar. “I’ll take a shot of whiskey.”

“You give him that drink, and I will beat your ass, kid,” Vicious sneered at the young man behind the bar who looked directly at King.

“Uh, King?”

“Do as he says, Prospect.”

Looking at Vicious, I asked, “What the fuck is Bane doing here?”

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