Page 69 of Sinner's Storm

No one said a word as we all took our seats in the boardroom. It wasn’t every day that the wife of a President of a rival club showed up. More importantly, it was the very wife this club was blood bound to protect, thanks to a deal Montana made with Reaper and Maxim Fedorov. Even if Montana wanted to, he couldn’t touch a single hair on Remi’s head without bringing the full force of the criminal underworld down upon his head.

“I’m going to make this quick,” Remi began, glaring at Montana. “Delany Calloway is Golden. If I hear that you or anyone in this club has threatened her again, in any way, the Golden Skulls will retaliate.”

“You can’t make that claim, Remi.”

“No, but I can as a patched brother of the Golden Skulls,” Sypher stated clearly.

“I’m not fucking around,” Remi added. “Maxim Fedorov has offered her protection as a favor to me for his part in this whole fucked-up mess you three fucking morons constructed. So whatever hiccup you have regarding her, get over it. Fast. She is innocent of this life.”

“Got balls coming into my club and ordering me around, Remi. Any other person and I would gut you where you stand.” Montana grinned.

“You don’t even know how big my balls are,” Remi clipped, getting to her feet. “Think of Delany as Switzerland. She’s off-limits.”

“Fair enough,” Montana relented, smiling. “Won’t touch the bitch.”

“Legacy,” Remi growled. “Her name is Legacy, and you will show her the fucking respect she deserves.”

Montana reluctantly saluted Remi as she held her head high, walking out of the boardroom with Sypher following behind her.

“Hey, kid,” Montana spoke, halting the young man, who turned to face him. “You step into my club again. For any reason, I will keep my promise. Understand?”

Sypher nodded, closing the door behind him.

“Now that that’s over with.” Montana groaned. “Why are you here, Mom?”

“I’m here for Happy and to tell you I am leaving. I’m going to Oklahoma to stay with Kansas and Kali for a while. Kali’s due soon and I want to be there for the birth of my grandchild.”

“What about Dad?”

“What about him?”

“He’s dead, Mom. Gonna be talk if you are not at his funeral.”

“Think I give a shit about that?”

“Not going either,” Dakota said.

“Me either,” Arizona added.

“This is just fucking great,” Montana growled. “So, the three of you are going to leave me holding the fucking bag? I get Mom refusing to go, but you two. We need to stand united.”

Arizona chuckled. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. We haven’t been united since the accident. And I can fucking guarantee you that Kansas won’t show. After he heard what Pops did to Mom, Kansas wouldn’t even give the asshole the satisfaction of pissing on his grave. You are the head honcho of this club. You represent the family.”

“I can order you to attend,” Montana sneered.

“Try it,” Dakota threatened.

“Where is Michael?” Virginia interrupted before Dakota and Montana started throwing fists.

“Happy is in the mailroom.”

“Why?”

“Club business,” Montana huffed.

“Montana Ethan Stone, let Michael go. Right now.”

“Can’t do that, Mom. Brother may know shit that Dad was into.”