Page 28 of Sypher

“Well, my night just got a hell of a lot better,” Montana sneered, pushing Bane out of the way as he stood, growling.

Throwing Shasha Vasiliev onto the floor, Massacre grinned. “Hiya, boys. Lose something?”

“Oh shit.” I grinned. “This is gonna be a fun night.”

“Where the fuck have you been?” Montana asked Massacre as all of us sat around the common room of the SoullessSinners’ clubhouse.

“Did what you told me to do, asshole,” Massacre sneered, while Illyria leaned over and grabbed her cousin’s hand.Massacre smiled at her, before leaning over and kissing her cheek.

“We sent Mercy and Vladmir to meet you at the pickup point. You weren’t there. They only found your patch. What the fuck happened?”

“Petrovitch’s men found me. There was a shootout. I thought you might shed a tear if I came back with holes in me, so I ran. Where is Reaper?”

“Killing at random,” Montana replied, his tone serious and foreboding. “Why didn’t you come in? This clubhouse is open. Any brother would have aided you.”

“Yeah, you ain’t Golden, so excuse me if I don’t trust you,” my brother said while I snickered, only to have Ace slap me upside the back of the head.

Glaring at my brother, I sneered, “Fucking hit me again and I will gut you.”

Before Ace could respond, Massacre asked, “Where are Giovanni and the others?”

“Gio, Lorenzo, and Antonio left for the island last week,” Illyria whispered, her eyes downcast before she added, “Dwayne, Sal is dead. Panchenko killed him.”

“Reggie?”

“In Tennessee with the Golden Skulls, Mr. Massacre,” I piped up. “They are safe.”

“How? Did you not get my warning?” Massacre asked angrily, looking about the room. “I sent a coded text before they made me.”

“What message?” Maxim asked. “Massacre, we haven’t heard from you in months. We thought you were dead until we received your text for help.”

“I sent a warning. Petrovitch knew about your marriage to Illyria. He knows about your son. He wants the kid’s head on a spike.”

Illyria paled.

“Our son is safe, Massacre,” Maxim firmly stated.

“You sure about that? Petrovitch knows you contracted with Harbor Security.”

Turning to Mr. Law, the man was on his feet and talking quickly into his phone while my brother did the same. While I knew the men from Harbor Security were good, I wasn’t going to bet my life on that. Running from the room, I went to get a computer to do what I did best.

Seconds later, I ran back into the room with my laptop. Placing it on the table near them, I started typing fast. “Give me one second.”

“Kid, there is no fucking way you can break into the Olympian Group’s servers. They are the best in the world. Not to mention the Disturbed MC. Forget about it. Let us handle this,” Mr. Law shouted.

“I’m in!” I smiled. “Mr. Montana, Tessa and York are fine.”

“My son?” Maxim asked, sitting up.

I turned my laptop and smiled as Illyria and Maxim looked on while a woman rocked their son in her arms as she fed him a bottle.

“Dammit, Danny!” my brother cupped his phone to his chest and shouted at me from across the room, “Do you know how many people you just pissed off? Hawk is losing his shit!”

Massacre chuckled. “God, I missed you, kid.”

I beamed proudly as Bane walked into the room.

“Alright. Malice will live. Fucker is mean as hell and refusing any more treatment. Silver is sleeping. The bullet entered her side. It was a through and through. No damage. Storm twisted his ankle, and Fury hit his head. He’s going to have a nasty headache for a few days. Maxim… Dmitry took a shot to the gut. I’m taking him to First Presbyterian Hospital.”

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