Page 67 of Sinner's Storm
“I will never get enough of you, wife. You are mine.”
I shivered, tightening my pussy around his cock as I slowly smiled, and I felt his cock slip from my pussy. By the time I came back to my senses, I turned to find the shower empty.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Storm
The clubhouse was deathly quiet as I walked through the front doors. Like the rest of the board members, I’d gotten the text message that Montana had ordered an emergency board meeting.
Not that I gave a shit, but I was still a member of the club.
Seeing Malice sitting at the bar, I walked over, taking the stool next to him and asked, “So, it’s true?”
The moody brother barely nodded, looking around the barren room. “Someone put holes in the old man last night.”
Fuck me.
Remi was on the level.
“Fucker wasn’t going to live long, anyway. So why all the drama?”
Malice looked at me and muttered, “They also killed Shame.”
“Excuse me?”
“After I left your place, I headed here. Found Shame at the entrance. Doors to the clubhouse wide open.”
“Silver?”
“She’s fine. Storm, they cut the surveillance. We have no idea who was in our house.”
Shit. They didn’t cut shit. That was me when I tried to kill George myself before Malice and Montana stopped me.
I never turned them back on.
Fuck.
Leaning closer to Malice, I whispered, “I know what Remi meant about sister and niece. Delany’s been branded by the Golden Skulls. Don’t know how or who did it, but she bears the Golden Mark. She’s untouchable.”
“Montana’s gonna lose his shit.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore. He can’t touch her.”
“He can still make your life a living hell.”
“He can try.”
Hearing pipes, Malice and I turned as Fury and Payne walked into the clubhouse. Payne grumbling as Fury reached across the bar for a beer.
“A little early, isn’t it?” I asked.
Fury said nothing, grabbing another, sliding it toward me.
“Drink up. Because I just learned that the southern clubs didn’t do what they were told. Which means one of us will be heading down south soon.”
Twisting off the cap, I took a swig before asking, “What are you talking about?”
“Bullseye called in a club marker. Told Montana to eradicate Satan’s Angels or he would expose us all. Montana relented. Well, the southern chapters didn’t quite follow through. Some died, but the ones that count are now in custody.”