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Silver approached Sinclar and said, “This is my family, Mr. Sinclair. I care for them very much. Please. As a favor to me, just answer Montana’s question. If you know where Malice is, please tell us.”

Sin looked at her and I watched his face soften. Taking a step closer to her, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a card, handing it to her, clearly stating, “I’m sorry, Little One. Iwould very much like to help you with this, but this is Malice’s journey. He needs time to understand everything and accept who he is. Until that happens, my hands are tied. However, if you ever have need of me, I will make myself available.”

Taking the card, she looked at it and nodded.

“Thank you, Mr. Sinclair.”

“You may call me Sin, Little One.”

“Let’s go, Dante,” Silas growled, his grip tightening as he forcefully escorted me out of the club.

“You fucking little shit!” Silas roared as his fist connected with the side of my face, knocking me to the floor. “What the fuck have you been doing?”

“Silas,” Sin sighed, placing his hand on Silas’ shoulder to stop him from hitting me again, before removing his coat and placing it over an expensive Victorian winged back chair.

“Don’t, Sin.” Silas rounded on the head of our dysfunctional little family. “That little fucker was supposed to gather information on Gideon and the Soulless Sinners then report back. He hasn’t done shit since we let him off his fucking leash. Now, he’s shacked up with that fucking boy from school. If that wasn’t bad enough, that fucker is a goddamned Golden Skull!”

“Yes,” Sin sighed, walking over to me. Standing tall, the head of our family looked down at me and shook his head. “That is a problem.”

Kneeling before me, he added, “Tell me, Dante. Was he worth it?”

Gulping, I nodded. “Yes.”

“I hope you’re right, because your life depends on what he does next.”

Stiffening, I sputtered, “What do you mean, Sin? What are you going to do?”

Standing to his full height, Sin turned to Rowen Shay and kindly said, “Rowen, you’re up.”

“Sin, NO!”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Sypher

July 23, 2024, apartment in New York City,

I stood watching the clock as the seconds ticked down, and the instant the clock struck midnight, I picked up my phone and made a fucking call.

“You shouldn’t be calling me, kid.”

“Don’t give a fuck,” I growled. “Where are you?”

He chuckled. “Like I have to tell you that.”

“Did Pippen leave the clubhouse?”

“Yep, but not before shit went down there today. Man named Silas Sharp took him away. Said he was the intern’s brother. Haven’t seen him since.”

“Pippen doesn’t have a fucking brother,” I said, sliding into my chair, typing fast on my computer to bring up everything I could on the man named Silas Sharp. It didn’t take me long to find him and his partners.

All products of the Trick Pony.

Of course they were.

“You sure about that? Because that’s what the intern said.”

“He doesn’t have a fucking brother,” I reiterated as my eyes quickly scanned the documents, memorizing them instantly. When I was done, I fucking knew everything there was to know about Silas Sharp and more importantly, his association with Mia.

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