Page 9 of Sinner's Fury

Putting aside pleasantries and getting straight to the point, I declared my intentions. “I need you to extract me. I can’t do this shit anymore.”

He sighed, looking around the dirty diner.

“You knew this wouldn’t be easy. Once you find and secure her, then we will pull you out. Then and only then will your slate be clean. In the meantime, we got intel that someone is making a play for the Golden Skulls.”

“I don’t care. Montana made a blood pact with Reaper. The Soulless Sinners are blood bound to protect that club.”

He shook his head. “No. Montana made a blood pact to protect Remi. Not the club.”

“It’s the same damn thing!”

“Look, Shame, you know as well as I do what a blood pact means. George is banking on his son ignoring that fact because Montana hates being beholden to anyone. Fucker only did the bare minimum required by the table and left a fucking mess for us to clean up. Montana is nothing but a hothead, and if our information is correct, then Montana won’t take kindly to bailing the Golden Skulls out of a jam. It’s bad enough the club has been in the news lately. You know more than most how Montana hates being shown up by a lesser club.”

“George found Carly,” I reluctantly admitted, knowing it would piss him off. “He made a play for her and set the fucking place on fire.”

He growled, taking a step closer.

“Tell me she’s safe.”

“She is. I barely made it to her in time. Issac is dead, so that’s one less problem. Now George is threatening to out my past to the Sinners and force excommunication, if I don’t hand Carly over to the table.”

“Fucker is bluffing.”

“He also threatened to tell Reaper.”

With a swift motion, he snatched my cut and pulled me close as he let loose a furious and seething tirade. “Maxwell already knows, you son of a bitch. Joshua and I ensured it with the thumb drive we left him. Where the fuck did you stash her?”

I said nothing while I stared into the coldest, deadest eyes I’d ever seen. I knew what he was capable of; I’d seen it many times. The man was a beast when it came to his blood and those he cared for. Made Reaper and Montana’s actions look like child’s play.

Pushing me away, he slowly shook his head, muttering, “She was free. We ensured it. How did that motherfucker find her?”

“Only one other person knew her location.”

He turned and glared at me. “He’s not a fucking nark.”

“Then someone is watching us, which means none of us are safe.”

“How is she?”

“Tired of hiding. She’s researching again.”

“She say what?”

I slowly nodded and said, “Give you one guess what it is.”

“FUCK!” he roared, punching a hole in the wall. Hanging his head, he added, “Carly is smart, like Kitty was. She sees shit differently. We can’t have her putting shit together until we’re ready to tell them the truth.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Where is she now?”

Shaking my head, I simply replied, “She’s safe.”

“Where is she, Shame?” he sneered.

Holding firm, I stated, “She’s my ticket out. Not telling you shit until I’m clear. As soon as I’m extracted, I’ll give you her location.”

“You don’t get it,” he shouted. “They will never stop looking for her. It’s only a matter of time before they acquire her. The only place she will ever be safe is with us now.”

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