Page 95 of Sinner's Fury

“So, Mercy and Malice are flying out to Iowa to bail them out?”

“Nope.” Torment snickered. “The judge denied bail because Montana got mouthy with the judge. Now, Montana is in contempt of court.”

“What about Reaper?”

“That’s the best part.” Rage roared with laughter. “That fucker won’t stop laughing. Every time Montana opens his damn mouth, Reaper fucking loses his shit. The judge is keeping Reaper in jail for instigating the situation.”

“So, where are Malice and Mercy?”

“Mercy is holding down the fort, and Malice is babysitting him.”

Sobering, Torment asked, “Have you heard from Storm or Vicious?”

“Storm, no. Last I knew, he was taking Delany and Harlow out west. Something about family in the Wyoming/Montana area. As for Vicious, I saw him when he showed up at the Silver Shadows’ clubhouse in Nebraska with Bane.”

“Bane?” Rage questioned. “What the fuck was Bane doing in Nebraska?”

“No fucking clue, but the brother didn’t look good. Kind of pawned him off on the Silver Shadows. Maybe they can dry him out.”

“And Vicious?” Torment asked.

Nodding, I said, “He looked good. Told me Linsey is healing and she is safe. She sends her love.”

“This shit fucking blows,” Payne groaned, walking over to the windows and looking out over the city. “Instead of rallying around each other, we’re all over the place. Got two brothers fucking gone. Our Prez is in fucking jail, and the rest of us are standing around with our thumbs up our butts.”

“It’s not like we have a choice, Payne,” Rage muttered.

“The fuck we don’t. While we sit around and chew the fucking fat like a bunch of bitches, Steele is out there, causing more fucking damage. That motherfucker tried to kill Linsey. Our Linsey,” he enunciated by thumping his fist against his chest. “Our brother’s woman, and what are we doing? Not a fucking thing.”

“Has anyone heard where Steele ran off too?” Rage asked.

Shaking my head, I groaned. “No. With Montana otherwise occupied, we have no way of contacting the table. Even if they knew, they are not obligated to tell us anything because it’s biker business.”

“Well, someone has to know where the fucker ran off too,” Payne sneered. “There has to be someone you can call. What about the Bloodletter? Vladmir’s wife was married to the fucker once. Maybe she might know something.”

“Can’t,” Torment muttered. “After the tree ceremony, Fedorov cut off all communications. No one’s seen or heard from him or his crew since that night. Rumor is, he’s regrouping and preparing for war.”

I was about to say something when there was a knock at the door. Thinking it was just Carly, I got up and opened it, only to find Joshua Stone and a few others standing on my doorstep.

“Where is Carly?” Joshua asked, wasting no time as he pushed past me into my penthouse.

“She went to go grab a book. She will be right back,” I said as the others followed him in. Closing the door, I snarked, “Just what in the hell are you doing here? Who’s watching Drew?”

“Kid’s fishing with his grandfather. He’s fine. I need to speak with Carly.”

“Like I said, she went to get a book.”

“Lynk, go find her,” Joshua firmly ordered and a man I’d never met quickly left my penthouse.

“Dude.” Payne grinned and walked over to greet my former mentor. “How the hell have you been?”

“Been better.” My former mentor looked around, then asked, “Where the fuck is Montana?”

Torment snickered. “In jail with Reaper, somewhere in Iowa.”

“Then he hasn’t heard.”

“Heard what?” Torment asked, looking at me as I shrugged.

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