Page 72 of Sinner's Fury

The man smiled as he tilted his head and slowly turned a photo in his hand.

Montana growled, leaning over to rip the picture out of Rage’s hands. “Asshole. That’s my mom!”

Chuckling, Rage picked up the next file. “Fucking hot mom.”

“What I don’t get is this board,” Mercy commented, standing before the corkboard with all the photos of presumably dead people as he slowly shook his head. “I mean, they are dead, right?”

“No,” Carly piped up from behind her computer. “Most are still alive.”

“How do you know that?” Mercy asked, looking over his shoulder at her.

“Just do,” she muttered absentmindedly as she typed away on Shame’s computer.

“Well, someone needs to prepare Reaper,” Mercy stated. “I vote for Montana. Reaper hates him the most.”

Instantly, all my brothers raised their hands in agreement, me included.

“Fuck you, Mercy,” Montana grumbled as we all laughed.

“Just keeping it real, brother.”

“That’s it!” Carly gasped, standing up.

Rushing over to her, I asked, “What is?”

“I found the connection between the clubs.”

“Great,” Montana groaned. “Malice, I give you permission to put a bullet in my head if Charlotte tells me I’m related to that asshole.”

Malice grinned.

“Well, that’s what I’m not exactly sure of, but it’s a distinct possibility. Christian, you were right. Gregory Stone and Edward Goldman fled after they assaulted Frances Doherty. One of them is the father of John Doherty.”

“So, we need a member of each family to do a DNA test.”

“My blood is on file at the clubhouse. So is Delany’s. Go knock yourself out,” Montana snarked as he flipped through a file. “Look at this shit. A full fucking dossier on Councilman Weathers’ infidelity. Tell me why the fuck that information is pertinent to my club?”

“Because Councilmen Weathers worked for Sienna Mitchell, the head of theSociety,” Carly innocently informed as all eyes whipped toward her.

“And just how in the hell do you know that, Charlotte?” Montana asked, slowly getting to his feet.

Carly looked up at me, her eyes wide, as I wrapped my arms around her. “Now, Montana, before you blow a fucking fuse, just know that I welcomed you into my home. I’m even helping you find what you need. So is Carly.”

Montana growled, taking a step forward. “Carly? You said her name was Charlotte.”

“It is. Her birth name is Charlotte,” I quickly stated as the rest of my brothers slowly stood.

“What is her full name, Fury?”

Taking a deep breath, I muttered, “Charlotte Jane Moreno.”

“Her maiden name, dickhead,” Montana sneered.

“Mitchell.”

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

“It’s actually Keller,” Carly whispered, and I hung my head as I heard several of my brothers whistle while Mercy just laughed.

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