Page 7 of Sinner's Fury

“Do you know what the fuck you’ve done, Dad?” Montana growled. “If the truth ever comes out, it will destroy everything. The club that your father—my grandfather—started will be no more.”

“Ain’t nothing gonna happen to this club. Ensured that, boy.”

Now that got my attention.

Sitting up, I carefully listened.

Montana stiffened. “What the fuck does that mean, Dad? What did you do?”

Yes, please tell me. I would really like to know.

From the moment they tasked me with investigating the Soulless Sinners, I knew George was hiding something big.Something that he alluded to as his greatest illusion. What that was, I had yet to discover. But occasionally, like a moment ago, when he hinted at something bigger, I was reminded of just how nefarious and sadistic George Stone truly was.

“Made sure the club was protected.”

“How?”

“Satan’s Angels. Anyone comes after the club, all you gotta do is call them. They will come.”

Well shit.I internally groaned, making a mental note to schedule a meeting soon, knowing damn well none of them would be happy about this turn of events.

Not one bit.

“Holy fuck.” Mercy groaned, hanging his head as Montana shot to his feet and shouted, “Satan’s Angels! The same club I just ordered our southern clubs to eradicate! That fucking club?”

George blanched, then threw his head back and laughed.

With a sudden, violent movement, Montana launched himself at his father, his hands wrapped around the old man’s neck in a desperate attempt to choke the life out of him. While Malice smiled and decidedly did not intervene, Vicious and Storm reacted swiftly, jumping up to pull Montana away from his father.

“He’s not worth it, Montana. Now that we know, we can work to fix everything. I need you to help me fix it, brother.”

“I can’t fix this!” Montana shouted, pushing me off him. “Don’t you see? There is nothing I can do or say that will fix this. He put this club on a war footing. All our alliances will take sides, and when they learn what this motherfucker did, they won’t be standing with us.”

“We still have options, brother,” Mercy carefully stated.

Actually, Mercy was wrong, but I chose not to say anything.

Evening shadows stretched long across the floor as I arrived home late. The click of the lock echoed in the quiet apartment before I made my way to my home office, its comfortable, familiar scent a welcome relief. This place wasn’t much, but it was mine. A place where I didn’t have to pretend to be someone I wasn’t. Here, I could just be Justin and forget the outside world existed.

The hum of the computer starting filled the quiet room as I sat at my desk, reaching into my jacket for my burner phone. It was basic, a simple box of a thing really, but it worked perfectly well enough for what it was intended to do.

More importantly, the phone was untraceable. Its signal lost in the vast network, leaving no digital footprint.

With a click, the screen next to my computer flickered to life, displaying the security footage. I stared, a knot forming in my stomach, knowing that if anything happened, she would be close to Vicious, and he would intervene.

I sat back and watched, dialing her number, and observing her rise from the couch and exit the room while I patiently waited for her to answer the phone I had given her. While I waited, I scanned the sheer volume of client referrals needing my immediate attention and sighed. Before I began working for the nefarious organization known as the Soulless Sinners, I was the owner and operator of my own very successful business, Peterson’s Inc., a company renowned for its prowess and leadership in the field of investigative services across the United States. I possessed an unparalleled ability to track down any individual and penetrate any computer network, leaving no system unbreachable and no person unlocatable.

And I was damn good at what I did.

“Justin?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Sorry about missing dinner tonight. Forgive me?” I asked, watching her smile. She was a sweet and beautiful woman, that was for sure, however untouchable she was.

“You didn’t miss much. I burned the spaghetti.”

Smiling at the security feed, I replied, “So pizza was on the menu?”

“Yeah,” she chuckled.

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