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Out of the darkness, my savior walked toward me like some resolute, methodical, dangerous predator from a fabled tale as he wrapped his hand around the hilt of the sword and yanked hard, removing his blade.

I stood there as Shame’s lifeless body fell to the ground.

I should have known he would be here. He was never far from her. Always there in the darkness in case she needed him.

A constant shadow, she would never shake.

Facing me, he said nothing as he walked back into the darkness. Standing there, I wondered if I would ever see him again.

Once back in the SUV, I handed my companion the gun. “He’s dead.”

“Rurik, airport,” my uncle ordered, placing the gun in his jacket. “Gio is waiting to take you home. I will take care of everything from here, niece. Is there anything you want me to relay to your brother?”

“Just tell him I love him.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Storm

With my daughter asleep in my arms, Malice and I rode in silence as the elevator ascended. When the doors opened, Malice walked into the penthouse, only to stop dead in his tracks.

Stepping around him, I stood there as Delany rushed over to me, taking Harlow from me while my eyes tried to register the fact that Remi was standing in my living room.

The wife of Reaper.

Next to her was her father, Vladmir Ivenok.

In the next instant, a painful sting whipped my head to the side as Delany’s hand connected with my face. Standing there, I didn’t move. I could see the anger, the resentment, the hurt I caused her.

“Do you have any idea what I’ve been through today? What your club did to me? I trusted you. You told me to trust you.”

With tears in her eyes, she shook her head, holding our daughter tight, saying nothing more. She was right to be upset with me. I was angry too. I made her a promise and I failed.

The first time I ever failed at anything, and I didn’t like it.

In fact, I fucking hated it.

Leaving me with my failure, Vladmir stood, buttoning his suit jacket.

“Storm, you should know that George Stone died tonight,” Remi said flatly as she approached, with her father only a few steps behind her.

Malice stiffened as he looked at me.

“Tell Montana to clean up his own mess next time.”

I nodded. “I will.”

“Good.” Remi smiled. “Your daughter is beautiful. I wish you both the best of luck.”

“Remi, what about Reaper and me?”

Remi shrugged. “You let me worry about him. You just take care of my new sister and niece.”

With that, Remi and Vladimir Ivenok left the penthouse, leaving me and Malice at a loss for words. When the elevator doors closed, I looked at Malice and asked, “What did she mean by sister and niece?”

“No clue. More worried about the shitstorm at the clubhouse.”

He was right. This was bad. Like really fucking bad.