Page 48 of Sinner's Storm
“Malice, you move, I will take your brand!” Mercy shouted back, halting the moody fucker, before turning to Montana. “Boss, think. You kill him, we know nothing. As much as I hate it, we need the fucker alive.”
“What’s the matter, Son? Getting too hot in the seat?”
“Give me a reason not to kill you, old man, because I’m real fucking close to putting a bullet in your head.”
Ignoring the irate Montana, I turned and faced George. “Tell me why you had David Campbell killed.”
The former president of the Soulless Sinners leaned back in his chair and smirked. “So that’s what this is about. You finally found out, huh?”
“Do you know what the fuck you’ve done, Dad?” Montana growled. “If the truth ever comes out, it will destroy everything. The club your father—my grandfather—started, will be no more.”
“Ain’t nothing gonna happen to this club. Ensured that, boy.”
Glaring, Montana stiffened. “What the fuck does that mean, Dad? What did you do?”
“Made sure the club was protected.”
“How?”
“Satan’s Angels. Anyone comes after the club, all you gotta do is call them. They will come.”
“Holy fuck.” Mercy groaned, hanging his head as Montana shot to his feet and shouted, “Satan’s Angels! The same club I just ordered our southern clubs to eradicate! That fucking club?”
George blanched, then threw his head back and laughed.
Montana lunged for his father, wrapping his hands around the old man’s neck, trying to strangle him. Vicious and I jumped up to get Montana off his father as Malice stepped back, smiling, refusing to lend a hand.
“He’s not worth it, Montana. Now that we know, we can work to fix everything. I need you to help me fix it, brother.”
“I can’t fix this!” Montana shouted, pushing me off him. “Don’t you see? There is nothing I can do or say that will fix this. He put this club on a war footing. All our alliances will take sides, and when they learn what this motherfucker did, they won’t be standing with us.”
“We still have options, brother,” Mercy carefully stated.
It was late by the time I walked back into the penthouse on 5th.
Until the club settled the matter with Delany and Harlow and I knew they were safe, my family was staying put. I’d given Delany my word that nothing would happen to her, and I aimed to keep it.
No matter what.
The penthouse was dark when I exited the elevator. Silent as the night, I made my way to Harlow’s room. I needed to see something good in this world, and every time I looked at my daughter, just seeing her made me feel better.
The second Payne returned with the Retirement Rejects, Montana ordered Malice to escort all of them to the mailroom. Happy included, until he could think of what to do next. Until he had a plan, he’d make damn sure they knew they weren’t going anywhere.
As it was, everything was still up in the air.
Walking into my daughter’s room, I stopped dead in my tracks, seeing who was sitting next to her bed.
“You have a beautiful daughter, Storm.”
“Thank you,” I replied, walking into the room and quietly closing the door, never taking my eyes off the Russian Bratva kingpin, Maxim Fedorov. “What are you doing here, Maxim?”
“Heard you needed to speak to me.”
“Who told you?”
Maxim Fedorov faced me and smiled. “What do you need?”
I should have known the man wouldn’t tell me.