Page 31 of Sinner's Storm

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Page 31 of Sinner's Storm

“Came to see Delany.”

“You gonna do the right thing?”

Sighing, I looked around, rubbing the back of my neck. God, I didn’t want to have to explain myself to Malice. He was the one brother in the club that had no fucks to give. Moody bastard didn’t mince words and he didn’t give a shit about anything but the club, and maybe Silver.

Unlike the rest of our brothers, Malice was the only brother who didn’t really work. He lived and breathed the Soulless Sinners. Yes, he was a trained child therapist and technically shared an office space with Torment, but I couldn’t remember the last time the brother actually practiced his profession.

“Can I go in?”

“Not stopping you. Yet.”

“What’s that mean?”

Malice shrugged his broad shoulders, saying nothing as he stepped aside. Frowning, I looked at him one more time.

Yep. Unreadable.

Walking into Harlow’s room, I found both my daughter and her mother sleeping. Both looked exhausted. Laying my briefcase on the edge of the bed, I nudged Delany’s shoulder, lightly shaking her.

Her head snapped up as she looked around the room. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, but we need to talk.”

Sighing, Delany laid her head back down and muttered, “Then talk.”

About to open my mouth, the door opened and in walked Malice, who glared at me, arms crossed over his chest. Daring me to say something. What that was... was anyone’s guess.

“Delany, let’s go for a walk.”

“Not leaving my daughter. Just say what you came to say?”

Behind me, Malice growled.

“Delany, the club—”

Malice sneered. “Do the right thing, brother.”

Whipping around, I glared at him. “I’m trying to.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Then what the hell would you do, Malice, because Mercy was clear?”

The door opened and in walked Bane along with Tessa and three nurses who moved quickly to Harlow’s bedside.

“Marco, make sure you secure her,” Tessa ordered, walking over to help.

“What’s going on?” Delany asked, jumping to her feet, wide awake now. “Why are you disconnecting her?”

Bane walked over to the both of us and looked directly at me. “You know me, Storm. I’ve been clear about how I feel about the club and the shit that goes down there, but this shit I won’t allow. I’ve arranged medical transport to take you where no one will think of looking for you. All you have to do is get on the helicopter.”

He couldn’t be serious. If I did that, I would be defying the club. Did he forget what that would mean?

“Jason, listen to me,” Bane added. “You need to protect your family, because I refuse to allow the club to do this to another innocent, and you know damn well your woman is innocent.”

“I agree,” Tessa said, approaching. “And shame on you if you go along with it all.”

Turning to Malice, I asked, “What about you?”




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