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Knowing I would only waste time waiting for a cab, I sprinted like my life depended on it, and it did. Running out of the Harbor on 5th, I hauled ass toward the waterfront, and it didn’t take me long to hit pier 81. Passing the small diner, I beat feet, only to slow my approach upon hearing Montana’s loud shouts from all the way out past the gates.

Seeing a black SUV slowly make its way down the pier, I stepped into the shadows, listening to the irate man blow his fucking fuse while the SUV slowed before driving through the gates. The second the car stopped in front of the clubhouse, I stepped around the corner as the back door opened and Remi stepped out.

“He’s really pissed, Remi. Been shouting so loud I could hear him all the way out here.”

“His temper will get him killed if he’s not careful,” she muttered.

Virginia Stone, along with her son Dakota, also stepped out of the vehicle. The second he saw me, I watched his eyes widen for a fraction before his face went void and his shoulders stiffened. Something about his reaction to seeing me set offseveral alarm bells. Whatever it was, I didn’t like it and moved closer to Remi.

Sighing, Remi looked at the clubhouse. “Let’s do this. I am so ready to leave this fucking city.”

Heading for the front doors of the clubhouse, we all heard Storm.

“Because, as of yesterday, she also bears the Golden Mark. You can’t touch her.”

“What the FUCK?!” Montana roared, grabbing him by his shirt, hauling him close. “Who the fuck marked her?”

“I did.” I stepped forward, making my presence known.

No one said a word as they all took their seats in the boardroom.

“I’m going to make this quick,” Remi began, glaring at Montana. “Delany Calloway is Golden. If I hear that you or anyone in this club has threatened her again, in any way, the Golden Skulls will retaliate.”

“You can’t make that claim, Remi.”

“No, but I can as a patched brother of the Golden Skulls,” I clearly stated.

“I’m not fucking around,” Remi added. “Maxim Fedorov has offered her protection as a favor to me for his part in this whole fucked-up mess you three fucking morons constructed. So whatever hiccup you have regarding her, get over it. Fast. She is innocent of this life.”

“Got balls coming into my club and ordering me around, Remi. Any other person and I would gut you where you stand.” Montana grinned.

“You don’t even know how big my balls are,” she clipped, getting to her feet. “Think of Delany as Switzerland. She’s off-limits.”

“Fair enough,” Montana relented, smiling. “Won’t touch the bitch.”

“Legacy,” she growled. “Her name is Legacy, and you will show her the fucking respect she deserves.”

Montana reluctantly saluted as she held her head high, walking out of the boardroom while I followed behind her.

“Hey, kid,” Montana spoke, halting me as I turned to face him. “You step into my club again. For any reason, I will keep my promise. Understand?”

I nodded, closing the door behind me.

Walking out of the club, I slid into the waiting vehicle behind her, when Vladmir asked, “Where can we drop you, Sypher?”

“The Harbor on 5th.”

Chapter Twenty

Pippen

March 9, 2024, Soulless Sinners’ clubhouse,

The call came a little over an hour ago. The curt, urgent tone in the voice on the other end sent a jolt of adrenaline through me, demanding my immediate presence at the clubhouse. I was utterly lost, unsure of the situation, but upon arrival, Mercy decisively ordered me to clear Shame’s office, preventing me from taking stock of the events. In my confusion, I didn’t question him and proceeded to follow his instructions. However, upon passing Bane’s office, I discovered a horrifying scene—Shame lay lifeless on a table, his body positioned next to that of George Stone, who had been fatally wounded by multiple gunshots.

I had no idea exactly how much time passed while I stood there, completely stunned by the sight of the two lifeless bodies, but the sound of Bane shutting the door jolted me out of my shocked stupor, causing me to finally enter Shame’s office.

Honestly, the area was quite sterile. There wasn’t much to clean at all. His office contained virtually nothing except the club’s computers. However, upon closer inspection, I discovered something unusual. The computer’s hard drive had an external slim drive connected to it. I reached for the computer mouse and clicked it, thus waking up the computer and causing a small pop-up screen to appear that informed me that the upload process had been successfully completed. Just as my finger hovered over the mouse, ready to click, Payne walked in.

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