Page 79 of Sinner's Fury

“He had hands on my wife.”

“I know.”

“HE KISSED MY WIFE!”

Montana stayed silent as Reaper began pacing church. If I thought Montana was a hothead, Reaper had him beat as he ranted at no one in particular. “I’m gonna kill him! I’m gonna rip off his dick and shove it so far up his ass it tickles his fucking throat! I’m going to rip the flesh from his bones and watch as Sandman bathes in his blood!”

“And I thought you were bad, Montana.” Mercy chuckled. “But I gotta admit, I like Reaper’s flare.”

“Shut up, Mercy,” Montana growled. “Help me figure a way out of this.”

“Give the man what he wants.” Mercy smirked as Reaper continued to rant angrily as he furiously paced the room.

Montana groaned. “Not helping, Mercy. There is no way Vicious will come back with Linsey dead.”

“She’s not dead,” I inadvertently said as I kept an eye on Reaper from my chair.

“What?” Montana gasped.

Shit. I didn’t mean to say that.

Slowly nodding my head, I muttered, “She’s alive. Someone named Judge was able to save her.”

“The fuck you just say?”

Jumping at Reaper’s voice, I found myself staring into cold, dead, fathomless eyes. Not moving, I gulped as Reaper slammed his hands down on the table and seethed.

“Did you just fucking say Judge?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Bullshit,” Reaper raged. “Judge died in Florida. Toxic killed him.”

“That’s what I was told.”

“Who fucking told you Judge was alive?”

When I said nothing, Montana ordered, “Answer him, Fury.”

Looking at Reaper, I said, “Joshua Stone told me. He and someone else called Hemlock. Said he was the twin brother to Shamrock. They came to bail my ass out of jail after Steele attacked during the tree lighting ceremony.”

“My cousin Joshua Stone? Your former mentor and president of my Nebraska Chapter?” Montana questioned.

“Hey, Reaper,” Ravage piped up. “Didn’t you say that Remi visited the Nebraska Chapter before she came home?”

Ignoring that comment, I added, “He was wearing different colors, too.”

“What colors?”

“Golden ones.”

“You son of a bitch!” Montana jumped across the table, trying to get to Reaper, who backed away, laughing.

“Not my club, fucknuts. I don’t have a chapter in Nebraska. You fucking know that.”

“You calling my brother a liar?”

“Nope.” Reaper smirked. “Maybe he’s just colorblind.”

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