Page 47 of Sinner's Storm
“Brother, tell me you didn’t,” Happy asked while Montana threw his chair across the room, ranting and raving like a lunatic.
“I did,” I admitted. “Would you like to see the paperwork? Or my brand on her back as evidence?”
Happy shook his head. “Do you know what you’ve done?”
“Yes, I do.”
“No, you don’t!” Montana roared, slamming his hands on the table. “That bitch’s father is a fucking traitor. He killed five 9/11 families. You, of all people, should know the repercussions of what her father did. It’s bad enough his face is all over the fucking papers, but when the media learns you married the arsonist’s daughter, they are going to eat us alive. No one will do business with us again!”
And that’s when I knew Montana knew nothing about anything else. My president was clear of suspicion.
Looking at Shame, I shook my head. “Let me guess, you haven’t learned the truth yet, have you?”
“What truth?” My brother’s head snapped to mine.
“The truth about what happened? What is really going on here?”
Shame frowned, looking from Montana back to me. “What am I missing here?”
Mercy reached over and grabbed a file from his briefcase before sliding it down the table to Shame. “Gonna need to hire better investigators, brother, because we had no problem finding out the truth.”
Shame wasted no time opening the file and reading the contents. I watched when he got to the good stuff and his body stiffened. I knew he just read who was behind all this and what was at stake. It didn’t take a genius to know Shame would stand beside me.
Now all I had to do was convince Montana.
“What the fuck is going on?” the angry bastard shouted.
“Sit down, Montana. You will not like what you are about to hear,” Mercy said firmly, and for the next several minutes Montana sat and listened to everything Mercy had to say regarding David Campbell, his time as a firefighter, and his subsequent death at the hands of our club, including the revelation about his own father’s involvement.
“My dad did all that?” he asked, astonishment lacing his tone.
“Yeah, brother. He did.”
“But why? Why go after a firefighter? What purpose did that serve?”
“Storm, do you want to tell him?” Mercy offered, looking at me.
Nodding, I sat up and told him the rest. For the next hour, Montana sat and listened to everything I learned, and when I finished, Montana ordered, “Get that motherfucker and bring him in here.”
Malice quietly got up and left the room.
“SHIT!” Montana yelled, turning to Happy. “Tell me you didn’t know about any of this.”
The big man slowly shook his head. “I didn’t. George rarely confided in me once he found out about me and your mother. Like I said before, he only kept me around to watch over me and blackmail your mother.”
“Payne, round up the Retirement Rejects. I want to speak with them. Now!”
Moments later, George Stone sauntered into the boardroom like nothing was wrong. The fucking bastard looked like shit, but I didn’t care. Taking a seat, Malice stood behind him and glared, daring the old fuck to do something.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!”
“Gotta be more specific than that, boy.” George smiled. “I’ve done a lot of stuff in my time on this earth.”
“Mercy, give me your gun,” Montana ordered. “I’m gonna cap his ass now.”
“Can’t do that, Prez,” Mercy sneered at George Stone as the fat man looked smugly at his son.
“Malice, kill him!” Montana ordered, as Malice grinned happily.