Page 33 of Sinner's Storm
“Make the fucking time, you piece of shit,” I clearly heard Bullseye shout into the phone. Laying my phone on the table, I hit the speaker button as he continued, allowing everyone to hear. “You owe this club, and I’m calling in your fucking debt.”
“Like I said, I can’t talk,” I reiterated.
God, I really didn’t need any more shit on my plate.
I was at my limit with Storm and Malice’s disappearing act.
“Oh, you’ll make the time, asshole, or I will have my woman notify the fucking press of exactly who the board members of the Soulless Sinners are. I’m sure the NYPD would be thrilled to know that several of the city’s top businessmen are fucking criminals and murderers.”
“I will kill you fucking dead, you son of a bitch.”
“Gotta find me first. Now, as I was saying, you owe the Golden Skulls, and you fucking know it.”
Rolling my eyes, I groaned. “What do you want?”
“I want Satan’s Angels eradicated from this earth. All of them.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. They have hundreds of chapters in the deep south.”
“And you run the largest motorcycle club in the world. I’d say it’s fairly well matched.”
“I do this, we’re done. You ever fucking call me again and its war.”
“Agreed.”
“I’ll call when it’s done,” I growled, pocketing my phone.
“Got a lot on our plate already, Prez,” Mercy stated unhelpfully, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t have time for a road trip.”
“I know,” I groaned, rubbing my hands down my face before looking at my brothers sitting around the boardroom. “Call Seether. Those Texas boys like hunting. Put their asses to work. In the meantime, we need to find Storm. He didn’t just disappear into thin air. Who’s running his company?”
It had been three days since Storm disappeared and Malice took off for who the fuck knows where. Bad enough, I had one brother off doing God only knows what, but Storm disappearing was something I never expected and couldn’t afford.
Brother had always been solid.
Loyal to a fault.
Knew the fucking rules and followed them to the letter.
One little fuck up and he decides to claim amnesia?
I don’t fucking think so.
“I’ve made calls, but everyone is saying the same thing. They haven’t seen him,” Shame added.
“Stopped by the Bar & Grill. Stacy is still behind the bar, none the wiser,” Payne advised, then added, “Even stopped by to see Father Dominic. The good father hasn’t heard from his favorite son in weeks. Even missed Wednesday’s mass.”
“Something isn’t right here.” Vicious frowned, looking around the table.
Great. The last thing I needed was the voice of fucking reason to lay down his pearls of wisdom. Had love for Vicious, but the brother always chose the wrong fucking time to make everyone think.
I just needed Storm found fast.
Not profound enlightenment.
“I’ve gotten to know Storm since coming here and the brother never pegged me as a runner. I understand he was shocked to learn he’d become a father, but from what I saw, he took the news rather well. My guess, something spooked him.”
“Storm doesn’t spook,” Happy stated. “He rails against the wind and strikes like lightning. Fucker doesn’t get scared. He fights.”