Page 68 of Sinner's Storm
The next to arrive was Mercy, along with Torment. Neither looked happy as they sat at the bar.
“Where is Montana?” Mercy asked.
“With Bane in the mailroom,” Malice grumbled.
“And Shame?”
“In the clinic.”
“What the fuck happened?” Mercy asked.
Malice shrugged as I took another drink.
I was in the dark, just like everyone else.
Hearing boots, I steeled myself for what was about to happen as we all turned to see Montana walk into the main room with his brother, Arizona, next to him.
It was odd not seeing the brothers at each other’s throats. Though I noticed neither looked butt hurt that their old man was dead. It was common knowledge that the Stone brothers had no love for their pops, and even less for each other.
They were a truly dysfunctional family.
The only person the Stone brothers gave a damn about was their mother, Virginia, who had yet to show up. Not that I expected any tears from her, not after what George did to her. I wouldn’t be surprised if the woman danced on the fucker’s grave.
“Clubhouse is on lockdown until further notice,” Montana began, and I stiffened as he looked directly at me. “That includes the women and children. Got one hour to get everyone here before I lock the doors.”
Sliding from my stool, I said, “She won’t come.”
My president sneered, “Don’t give a fuck. You either get her ass here or I will have her dragged here kicking and screaming. She bears the club mark. Her ass better be here.”
“No.”
“Did you just tell me fucking no?”
“Not forcing her to come here. Not after what you did to her.”
“What’s going on?” Mercy asked, standing between us.
“Montana threatened Delany yesterday. Then he took Harlow away from her, before kicking her from the clubhouse,” I admitted as Fury, Payne, and Malice came to stand behind me. “My wife may bear the club’s mark, but she wants nothing to do with this club. I will not force her to come here. Ever.”
“She doesn’t have a choice, brother.” Mercy sighed. “The club is on lockdown.”
“No,” I said firmly, standing my ground. “I will lock her down myself. But she isn’t coming here.”
“Fuck this shit. Malice, go get the bitch!”
Malice growled, crossing his arms over his chest, unmoving.
“He can’t,” I stated.
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because as of yesterday, she also bears the Golden Mark. You can’t touch her.”
“What the FUCK!” Montana roared, grabbing me by my shirt, hauling me close. “Who the fuck marked her?”
“I did.”
There, standing in the doorway, stood Remi Ivenok Doherty, with Sypher next to her, along with Dakota and Virginia Stone, standing behind them.