Page 7 of Sinner's Storm

“Because the fucker has a goddamned heart condition. You want him to drop dead of a heart attack?”

Payne huffed and said, “It wouldn’t bother me.”

It was only last night that the club exacted their punishment on George Stone, the former president of the club.

“Fucker’s lucky he’s breathing.” Malice groaned. “Should have killed him.”

It was no secret within the entire club that Malice harbored strong feelings towards George due to his betrayal, however; it was what he had put Largo through that Malice believed he could never forgive.

Largo held a special place in Malice’s heart. She had a soft spot for him. The fact that she treated him like a brother mattered more to him than the fact that she was Mercy’s woman. She loved him, regardless of his past. Maybe even more so. After learning the truth of her past, Malice led the charge of wanting George to be punished mercilessly for his crimes. It was Mercy’s decision because Largo was his woman, and so the club followed his lead, albeit reluctantly. In the end, Mercy called for Blood of a Sinner.

The same punishment his wife received when she returned home.

Fucker got off lucky in my opinion.

If it was my call... the motherfucker would be dead.

“Anyway, you can move him in a few weeks.”

“Anything on the calendar we need to worry about?”

Montana’s question was directed at Mercy, who sighed before turning his attention to me. “Yeah. We’ve got the Fireman’s Ball coming up.”

Shit.

That’s right.

I totally forgot about that.

Leaning forward in my seat, I added, “The Fireman’s Ball is July first and is being held at the Museum of Natural History. All donations will go to the families of the 9/11 victims. This year is going to be special because several of the children of fallen firefighters will be present, so expect a big media coverage.”

“Black tie?” Payne questioned.

“Yep, and it’s also a plus one.”

“Alright, you all know the drill.” Montana groaned. “This is Storm’s charity, and it hits close to home for all of us. Let’s show the fire department some love and honor their families for their sacrifice.”

“Hear! Hear!” Happy muttered.

“Before I forget,” Bane added. “The club’s annual physicals are next week. I’ve placed a sign-up sheet on my door. Just fill in the time that works for you and I will set everything up.”

Everyone groaned.

“I’m not happy about it either, assholes. Got a problem with it, take it up with Montana. Just don’t miss the fucking appointment when you make it, because if I have to chase any of you down, you will receive the one-finger exam. Got me?”

Several brothers grimaced.

I was one of them.

“On that note, meeting’s over. Get the fuck out of here,” Montana muttered grumpily before getting to his feet.

Not waiting around, I headed straight for my office.

Watching the screen before me, I couldn’t help but lean forward with great interest. While she meticulously explored the room, my complete focus was on the current piece, fascinated by her thoroughness. There was a lingering curiosity in me, pondering whether there was something of great importance that had slipped her attention. Her agreement was not just with the club, but also with me, making it a contractually binding arrangement. Unlike some of my brothers, who preferred a more simplistic approach, I had a strong inclination towards having everything presented in intricate detail. By choosing to go in that direction, I made sure there would be no room for misunderstandings.

They were aware that I had no interest in anything lasting, as I had explicitly mentioned that their presence would only be for a month.

My current piece was Stephanie. Decent enough girl who would soon graduate from NYU with a degree in Childhood Education.