Page 86 of Sinner's Fury

Sighing, I looked out the window and wondered if Mom would ever smile again when she learned I put out a kill order on my brother.

Would she forgive me?

Would I forgive myself?

“Stop thinking about him.”

Looking over at Maxwell, I asked, “What?”

“Stop thinking about him. Second-guessing yourself won’t change what he’s done. He made his bed. He knew what he was doing was wrong, and now he has to face the consequences.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You’ve never had to kill your own blood.”

Reaper slowly turned his head and glared at me like I was a fucking moron.

Rolling my eyes, I muttered, “Sorry, and keep your eyes on the damn road.”

“It’s not easy taking out your own blood, but sitting in the chair comes with a price. You know that. My advice, get it donefast, because the longer you wait, the more it will eat away at you.”

“Is there any chance Charlotte got the information wrong?”

Reaper shook his head and sighed. “No. That girl is a fucking machine when it comes to information. She digs and digs the old-fashioned way, going through old newspaper articles, magazines, you name it. She uses every avenue she can find to gather everything she can before she even contemplates speaking about it. I wasn’t fucking messing around when I told you that when Carly talks, shit hits the fan.”

“Why doesn’t she use the internet like Sypher or Pippen?”

“Because she believes the shit on the internet is fake, made up to throw everyone off what’s really going on in the world. Carly likes a good old paper trail. Something tangible she can hold in her hand. Plus, she had the inside track within theSociety, thanks to that cunt Sienna Mitchell. Carly was so damn good at playing her part. The bitch didn’t even know that Carly was passing information we needed to bring down that fucked-up organization.”

“Is that why it took so long?”

“Yeah. Even though Carly was on the inside, she refused to give us anything without having all her bases covered. Toward the end, I suspected Carly was compromised because I hadn’t heard from her in so long. I actually had a kill order ready to go if that was the case. Fucking hated myself, but I wasn’t taking the chance she had switched sides. So, trust me, if Carly says your brother is the product of an affair and guilty of raping Thena Hartley, she did her due diligence.”

Saying nothing more, I watched the road ahead and smirked. “You know Fury is pissing himself, right?”

Reaper chuckled. “Serves the fucker right. What’s this shit I hear about him being related to O’Malley?”

Groaning, I rubbed my hands down my face. “Yeah. Mercy learned that shit when we all thought Largo was some long-distant cousin. Come to find out, his mother was adopted. Fury’s only half-Italian.”

“And Mercy didn’t tell Fury?”

“Not intentionally. Club shit got in the way. Storm married Delany, and then the whole Malice-Silver fiasco happened. Mercy just kind of forgot about it.”

“Bet Mercy is wishing he said something sooner now, since Fury dropped his cut and threw his marker. How’s Fury handling the news?”

“He wasn’t happy at first, but with everything going on, I don’t think he’s had time to really think about it. Of course, to make life more interesting, O’Malley knows about him.”

Reaper laughed. “That fucker is a piece of work. I don’t envy you. I’ve heard rumors.”

“We all have. It seems we all have that in common.”

“What?”

“A relative that causes destruction wherever they go. My dad, your dad, and for O’Malley, his dad Eamon.”

“Yeah, but on the plus side, they are all dead.”

“Thank God for that.” I smirked.

Chapter Thirty-One

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