Page 46 of Sinner's Storm

And then there was Montana, the president of the Soulless Sinners. The man himself was a wild card. No one could guess what he would do. His temper was legendary, his bite worse. However, I would rather take on a hundred Montanas than knowingly go up against Reaper. But no matter how I spun it, the fact was I just branded and married a Golden Legacy without the permission of the Golden Skulls’ president.

That in itself was a death sentence.

But when Reaper found out that my club knowingly worked with the Society to help bring down and destroy the Golden Skulls, then subsequently killed a direct descendant of the Original Seven, yeah... I wasn’t expecting to live much longer.

“Stop worrying,” Mercy said, sitting next to me as the car pulled into the compound. The bikes following us pulled up and parked. “Let’s just get through tonight. We’ll worry about the other shit later.”

“Easy for you to say. You didn’t defy Montana or just marry a Golden Legacy without a club president’s permission.”

Mercy chuckled, shaking his head as he reached for the door and opened it. “Nope. No, I did not. Gotta say, brother, always knew you were gonna be fun. Just didn’t know how much fun until now.”

“Glad I can amuse you,” I deadpanned as I stepped out of the car.

Sitting in my seat in the boardroom, I ignored the glares from the fucker sitting at the head of the table. I knew it was only a matter of minutes before Montana blew his fucking top. He wasn’t happy unless he was yelling and screaming at someone.

Yet, I had to give him props.

He was keeping a tight lid on it. He wanted to make damn sure everyone was present before he chewed my ass a new one.

“Where the fuck is Malice?” Montana growled, his eyes glued to me. I refused to say anything, letting Mercy take the lead on this one.

I was only here to secure my woman’s place in this club.

The rest of the show was all Mercy.

Mercy leaned back in his seat, looking at this phone and responded, “Fucker had to stop and see Father Dominic. He said he would be here.”

“He tell you where the fuck he was?”

“Nope, and I didn’t ask.”

“Why the hell not?”

Mercy sighed, putting his phone down before looking at Montana. “Contrary to your belief, Montana, my life doesn’t revolve around your wants and needs. Now, chill the fuck out. Brother said he’d be here, then he will be here.”

No sooner had Mercy said the words, the moody brother walked in eating an apple, as if everything was right in his world.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Montana roared.

Malice shrugged his shoulders, took another bite of his apple and said nothing, like that alone was an answer.

Payne smirked, shaking his head.

“Can we make this quick?” Shame asked, leaning forward. “I have a date tonight.”

Ignoring the brother, Montana looked directly at me and asked, “Where the fuck is that bitch?”

Taking a deep breath, I calmly replied, “My wife is at home with our daughter.”

“And I’m canceling,” Shame muttered reaching for his phone.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Montana seethed.

“Delany and I were married today.”

“THE FUCK!”

And that was all it took for Montana to lose his shit.