Page 80 of Sinner's Fury

“I’m not fucking colorblind, asshole. Joshua Stone was my mentor when I joined this club. I saw the cut he was wearing. It had the Golden Patch, along with the title of Vice President.”

“Fuck this shit,” Montana groaned. “I don’t have time for this shit. We need to find Thena before Dakota does.”

“Carly knows someone who could help locate her. Kevin and Kyle Kreuger.”

“Do you know how to locate them? Because I got the impression they moved around a lot,” Reaper asked, looking at Carly, who nodded.

“Fury, take your wife and go pay them a visit. See if they will help,” Montana ordered, then turned to Reaper and sneered. “In the meantime, you and I are going on a road trip to Nebraska.”

“The fuck I am!” Reaper scoffed, heading toward the door. “I’m going home to my wife and kid.”

“You go with me, and I will consider granting Vicious dual membership.”

And just like that, Reaper stopped dead in his tracks.

Turning back around, he glared at Montana and said, “If you’re fucking around with me, I won’t hesitate to shove my blade up your dick until it comes out of your ass.”

“As frightening as that sounds, I’m not playing around. I said I would consider it, and I will.”

“Fine. But I’m driving!” The president of the Golden Skulls stormed out of church without a backwards glance.

“The fuck you are!” Montana shouted, rounding the table as he marched after him. “I am!”

Standing in church, dumbstruck, I muttered, “So, who wants to babysit those two?”

“Fuck that shit.” Ravage shivered. “I’m catching the first flight home to California.”

“I’ve got Largo and Sophia waiting for me at home,” Mercy added.

Turning to the others, Rage quickly piped up, “I’ve got termites!”

“Donating a kidney,” Torment stated.

“I’ve got a splinter,” Payne muttered, looking at his thumb.

When I looked at Malice, the fucker huffed and simply said, “No.”

“I’ll call over to the Silver Shadows and ask King to send someone to Lincoln,” Mercy said, reaching for his phone as he walked out of church.

Looking at Carly, I asked, “Alright, babe. Where are we going?”

“Babe, are you sure this is the right address?” I asked, looking up at the seven-story walk up, knowing damn well this building didn’t have a fucking elevator. Hell, it didn’t even have windows, but I wasn’t going to mention that, or the fact that the building was deep in Irish territory.

Fuck, that’s all I needed. O’Malley on my ass for snooping around his shit.

“According to the map, it is,” she said as she craned her neck, staring at the dilapidated building.

“Babe, I don’t think anyone has lived here since the reconstruction.”

“Which one?”

“Does it matter? The place is boarded up and vacant.”

“Well, if you want to go back to your place, I can try to get them to come to me.”

“No,” I groaned, looking around the area. “Might as well go in and take a look around.”

After jimmying the lock, I managed to open the steel door just enough for the both of us to slip inside. The second we were in, I wanted to get the fuck out of this place. Something about it didn’t sit well with me. Judging by the appearance of the building, it seemed like no one had resided here for a long time, and upon noticing the urine smell and rodent infestation, my suspicions were confirmed.

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