Page 37 of Sinner's Storm
“Exactly,” Malice growled. “And you control all the money coming in and out of the club.”
“How do we find out if he knew?” I asked.
“Already know the answer to that, brother.”
He was right.
There was only one person who would know if Montana knew about Delany and Harlow. Problem was that person was in the mailroom, recovering from the Blood of a Sinner—George Stone.
“There is no way he will tell me anything. He knows I voted against him. Besides, how in the hell would I even get into the clubhouse, let alone the mailroom, to speak with him? Thanks to fucking Cynic, Montana had all the fucking surveillance systems overhauled. You can’t take a piss in the clubhouse without at least three cameras on you.”
“I can walk in. No problems,” Malice muttered.
“And the second you do, Montana will order your ass quarantined to the clubhouse. He really fucking hates it when you disappear.”
Malice grinned darkly. “Fucker can try.”
Leaning back in his chair, Law smirked. “There is another way.”
“And that is?” I asked.
“I can have Ace call his baby brother.”
Well... shit.
That might just work.
Sitting next to the bed, I stared at my sleeping daughter as Marco monitored the machines in the room. There were so many tubes and wires attached to my little girl. It made me sick to my stomach.
“She’s getting better, Storm,” the man said. “Her vitals are improving.”
“How long before we know if it worked?”
“A few days, maybe a week.”
I never wanted to be a father.
Never had the desire to become one. I loved my single life, my company, and my club. For the longest time, I believed I had everything I wanted and needed. Even when Vicious showed up with Linsey and her nieces in tow and Fury laid his paternity bomb on the table. And when Tessa returned with York, I never considered, never thought of having a family of my own. I was happy with my life as it was. I didn’t want or need any complications.
Yet, the second I laid eyes on Harlow, something inside me reached out to her, needing to protect her. She was my little girl. Mine. Now, everything I did, everything I thought or wanted to do, I took her health and welfare into consideration. I was no longer the single bachelor without a care in the world. It astonished me how one little girl had filled a void I never knew existed until she was the only thing I cared about.
Looking around the room, I frowned. “Where is Delany?”
“I made her go rest. Woman hasn’t left Harlow’s side since the surgery. I’m starting to worry about her, Storm. She isn’t eating and she’s losing too much weight. If she keeps going like she is, she will be in a bed next to Harlow soon.”
Sighing, I nodded, getting to my feet. “I’ll go talk to her.”
Slowly making my way down the hallway, I walked into the living room to find Delany standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city.
Walking up behind her, I looked out at the city I loved more than life itself and wondered what life would be like when all this mess was over. I never cared for uncertainty. Not in my line of work. I preferred the sure thing.
I hated unknown variables.
Anything could change on a dime and that was something someone like me refused to bet on.
“This is all my fault,” she whispered while she stared into the void. “When Finley told me, I didn’t understand how something that happened over twenty years ago could be so relevant today. I should have listened to her.”
“You were barely older than Harlow back then. You couldn’t have known.”