Page 58 of Sinner's Storm
My wife had nothing to do with this shit. She was innocent. Unknowing of her past. Just because she shared blood didn’t mean she was culpable.
Entering the mailroom, I saw Malice sitting in a chair eating an apple, his eyes on me. “Thought you’d show up here, brother.”
“You’re not going to stop me, Malice.”
“No, but I will,” Montana sneered. I felt the butt of his gun against the back of my head as he reached around me, taking my weapon away from me.
“You fucked up brother, marrying that piece.”
“I did the right thing, and you know it. What you should be worrying about is what else your fucked-up father got this club messed up with, because trust me, brother, my gut is telling me this shit isn’t over with.”
“Not worried about that shit. What I am concerned about is the piece you married and her alliance to the Golden Skulls.”
Rounding on Montana, I growled. “What fucking alliance? She’s innocent. She doesn’t even know!”
“Only a matter of time,” Montana seethed. “She a complication we can’t afford.”
“Are you fucking serious right now? She doesn’t care about anything but taking care of our daughter. How is she a complication?”
“She’s a fucking Golden Legacy!” Montana roared. “When Reaper learns about her, he will come for her! Not letting that bastard kill my brother over some piece.”
“That’s what has your fucking dick in a vise. Jesus, Montana. Then help me solidify this, not make it worse. My daughter is biker royalty. Protected. Help me convince Reaper that my marriage is legit. That is the best way to protect Delany and Harlow.”
Laughter had the both of us turning as George Stone leaned against the bars of his cell. “God, you are so fucking gullible, Storm. Want to know why my son hates your piece?”
“Shut the fuck up, old man,” Montana sneered, stepping around me. “You don’t know what the fuck you are talking about.”
“Oh, I think I do, Son.” George smirked. “Why don’t you tell Storm that you knew about Delany long before she popped the brat?”
“What the fuck is he talking about?” I asked as Malice slowly got to his feet. When Montana refused to look at me, I slowly shook my head. “Tell me you didn’t know that Delany was pregnant with my kid all this time? Tell me that my brother, my president, didn’t hide my kid from me?”
“It’s not as bad as you think.” The bastard sighed. “After you got your club piece pregnant, I wasn’t taking any chances you’d fuck up again. Just never thought it would be the same night you killed your first kid. When I saw you leave with Delany, I kept an eye on her.”
Rearing back, I punched the fucker in the face. When he stumbled back, I tackled the fucker to the ground. “You fucking knew she was pregnant!”
Hitting him over and over again, the bastard didn’t fight me as I laid into him. Of all the fucked-up shit Montana was known for, this had to be the fucking worst.
When Malice pulled me off him, Montana rolled onto his side, spitting blood on the floor. “You are a fucking bastard! How could you keep something like that from me? I’m your fucking brother!”
“Who doesn’t know how to wrap his dick.” Montana groaned, getting to his feet. “Had you done that, then none of this shit would be happening.”
“Well, it’s happening.” I shrugged off Malice, straightening my shoulders. “Delany is my wife. So, get fucking used to it because she isn’t going anywhere.”
“You sure about that, brother, because the piece was ready to run when I laid it out for her.”
“What the fuck did you do?”
“Just told her the truth. She either spreads and lets you fucking get her pregnant again or I was going to make sure one of the brothers did the deed. Like I said, Storm. Not letting Reaper kill my brother.”
Malice growled.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to hold on to the fury that was ready to erupt. In all the years I’d known Montana, I knew he could be ruthless, heartless, and sadistic son of a bitch when it came to protecting this club. I just never knew how much.
“Malice, please go get my daughter. We’re leaving.”
“And I’ll go with you,” my brother mumbled, turning to leave.
“I don’t know what is going on in your fucked-up mind, Montana, but let me be very fucking clear. Delany is my wife. Harlow is my daughter. I will do anything to protect them. Even go up against you and this club. You’re worried about losing a brother. It’s not me you need to be worried about. Remember one thing. Club rules state that all it takes is one motion and your seat is in jeopardy.”