Page 62 of Sypher

Gulping, I looked from Montana to Silas several times, before turning to the one man I knew with one word could save my ass, and whispered, “Parlay?”

The man crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head.

“Not this time, Dante.”

My shoulders slumped as I sighed. “Well, this is just great. I tell my Prez and Silas will beat my ass. I don’t—”

“And I’ll beat your ass,” Montana finished for me, glaring.

No one moved as they all looked at me.

Fuck this shit. If I was going to die, then so be it.

Thumbing my thumb behind me, I clearly said, “That evil bastard behind me is my older brother, Silas Sharp, and those two standing over there are Rowen Shay and Crispin Sinclair.”

The second I said their names, Montana turned to Sinclair and glared. “You are the fucker who wants to buy the Playground?”

“Have.”

“Have what, asshole?”

“Purchased the Playground.”

“What?” Mercy asked as he walked toward Montana. “I just got the email last week. I didn’t sign shit. As co-owner—”

“But you’re not, are you?” Crispin interrupted, totally relaxed, as if being in a motorcycle club surrounded by big, badass bikers was nothing to him and technically it wasn’t. That scary motherfucker had been in several shady places in his life. This club was nothing more than a fucking vacation for him. “You signed over your shares to Malice after your wife returned. Unless I am mistaken?”

“How the fuck did you know that?” Montana growled.

“I know quite a bit, Mr. Stone. Quite a bit.”

Yep, I nodded. That was the damn truth. Sinclair knew fucking everything about everyone. The man was methodical, diligent and gave no quarter.

Nothing got past Sinclair.

Nothing.

“Boss,” I muttered, inching closer to my prez as I stared at my brother. “Silas is looking at me funny.”

Shaking me off, Montana glared at Silas. “You really his brother?”

Silas grimaced, crossing his arms over his chest. “Unfortunately.”

Montana smirked. The next thing I knew, my president shoved me toward my brother as Silas grabbed me by the back of my neck hard.

Leaning close to my ear, Silas threatened, “Your ass is mine when I get you home.”

I gulped as Montana looked at Sinclar. “Where the fuck is my brother?”

Sinclair simply said, “Which brother do you mean? Kansas and Arizona are in Lawton, Oklahoma with your mother, Virginia, and her partner, Happy. As for Dakota, he’s taken a government contract and is out of the country.”

Montana growled and took a step closer.

Reaching for Montana’s arm, Silver stepped in front of him and pleaded, “Please don’t.”

“I’d listen to her,” Sinclair advised.

Yeah, I’d listen to Silver. I wouldn’t aggravate Sinclair, but I kept my mouth shut. Fucker threw me to the wolves. He could navigate Crispin Sinclair all on his own.

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