Page 70 of Sinner's Storm
“He doesn’t know shit and you know it!”
“He stays.”
Virginia got to her feet, straightening her skirt, before saying, “You do this, Montana, and I will never forgive you. This club has punished me enough. I will not allow my son to do the same.”
“Not punishing you, Mom. Just protecting the club.”
“Careful, Montana,” Virginia warned. “Your dad once said the same thing.”
I watched as Montana flinched before leaning back in his chair when his mother and brothers left, leaving just the board members. I didn’t envy the fucker, but he was digging his hole faster than any of us could stop him. I was willing to hear him out, but if the past was any indication, whatever he had planned didn’t bode well for the club.
“Contrary to everyone’s belief, I don’t give a fuck about my dad. Fucker made his bed, and he got what he deserved. What I do fucking care about is that one of my brothers was killed in the crossfire. For that alone... I want payback.”
“Got no idea who did it,” Malice stated, leaning back in his chair as Montana turned to glare at me.
“Want to tell everyone why, Storm?”
Taking a deep breath, I admitted, “You already know. I cut the surveillance cameras before I snuck in last night to kill George myself. Had I known that he was on someone else’s menu, I wouldn’t have bothered.”
“Who else was in the clubhouse last night?” Mercy asked.
“Silver,” Payne muttered, as Malice growled menacingly. Payne held up his hand and added, “Know it wasn’t her, brother, so chill the fuck out. But she does live here.”
“Wasn’t her,” Malice huffed, crossing his arms.
“How can you be sure?” Mercy smirked, leaning forward, calling Malice out. When the fucker glared at Mercy, before storming out of the boardroom, Mercy threw his head back and laughed.
“Wanna let me in on the joke?” Montana asked.
“Fucker has her room staked out.”
I smirked at that, shaking my head.
We all knew that Malice had history with Silver, but the moody fucker gave nothing away. One minute he was ignoring her, the next he rode hell for leather to protect her.
“Who we gonna get to find the fucker, Prez?” Fury asked, bringing us back on point. “Shame was our intelligence officer. While he was a brother, he wasn’t open about his personal life. Does anyone know if he had family?”
Everyone shook their heads.
While it was common knowledge that club rules stated brothers performed certain duties for the club, nowhere did it state that a brother had to inform anyone about their personal lives? As long as that personal life didn’t interfere with the club, no one cared. The only time that rule was void was when the two collided, like with Fury and his daughters and my relationship with Delany.
“Where is the prospect?” Montana asked.
“In Shame’s office,” Payne offered.
“Go get him,” Montana ordered. Leaning his arms on the table, he sighed, hanging his head.
I knew he was feeling Shame’s death just like the rest of us were. Shame was a damn good brother. He was going to be missed.
“Montana, we’ve got a lot going on, brother,” Mercy said to the room. “We’ve got the shit with your dad and Satan’s Angels, which, by the way, the Southern clubs didn’t clean house like they were told to. Now, we’ve got a Golden Legacy in the club whose father’s past is raising eyebrows in the media. And with the Fireman’s Ball coming up in a few days, those vultures are going to be up our asses the second we show, especially now that Storm’s marriage to her has leaked to the press.”
“What happens if we don’t show?” Fury asked.
“The Soulless Sinners are the biggest contributors to my father’s charity,” I said, getting everyone’s attention. “If the club doesn’t show, it will raise eyebrows. Regardless of what we have going on here, we have to make an appearance.”
Payne returned with Pippen.
“Any chance that shit will blow over?” Montana asked.