Page 78 of Sinner's Fury

Fury

After Carly dropped the nuclear bomb, Montana took off.

I didn’t blame the man. Everything that Carly laid bare was a lot to take in; so when I got a text telling me to get my ass to the clubhouse the next morning and to bring Carly, I didn’t question it.

What I did question was seeing Reaper, along with Ravage, sitting at the bar waiting when Carly and I entered the clubhouse. Montana grumbled at something Reaper said, flipped him off and stormed off toward church. Mercy shook his head and followed behind him.

Rushing over to Reaper, Carly gave him a hug, smiling.

“I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Yeah, well, when it comes to you, Carly, I know to sit up and pay attention. What have you uncovered this time, girl? Because I’ve never seen fucknuts so unhinged.”

“Reaper,” I interrupted, gently removing my wife from Reaper’s arms.

Reaper sneered. “Dead Man Walking.”

“KILL HIM LATER!” Montana roared. “CHURCH! NOW!”

“I see he’s still thinks he’s in charge.” Reaper grinned.

“Do us a huge favor, Reaper,” Torment cautiously said. “Give the man a break today. He’s barely keeping his shit together.”

“What happened?” Reaper frowned, looking from me to Torment.

“I’m sure he will tell you.”

Well, I hoped, praying that was why Montana called Reaper here. It was the only thing that made sense.

Taking Carly’s hand, I led her toward church. Quickly finding my seat, I pulled out the chair next to me, which was generally reserved for Vicious, and motioned for Carly to sit. After doing so, I pulled her chair closer to mine.

Watching as everyone else sat, Montana leaned forward and began, “I want it on the record that I knew absolutely nothing, not one damn thing until last night.”

Reaper grinned and leaned back in his chair. “Sounds interesting. What did you learn?”

“There is a connection between our clubs,” Montana admitted. “I’ll let Charlotte explain. That way, you don’t kill the messenger.”

Reaper narrowed his eyes, then turned to look at Carly, who sat next to me, looking down at her hands.

“Carly?”

When Carly lightly shook her head, I reached for her hand and squeezed. “I’ve got this one.”

Turning to Reaper, I began, “Long story short, Thena Hartley is the daughter of Kathleen Doherty, William’s sister, and Edward Goldman, Sandman’s grandfather.”

“So, she’s Golden. Thanks.”

Reaper moved to get up, when I added, “Dakota Stone raped her and Thena later gave birth to a daughter.”

And just like that, Reaper sat back down.

“I’m gonna need you to repeat that.”

When I did, Reaper sneered at Montana.

“That motherfucker was near my wife.”

“I know,” Montana replied.

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