Page 80 of Sinner's Storm
“Come on, baby. I know you missed me. That little fucking mouse you married will never give you what you need. I can. Leave the bitch, and I will become whatever you need.”
“You are nothing more than a fucking whore. Stay the fuck away from my wife!”
Stephanie laughed.
Like full-on freakishly laughed, sending a fucking chill down my spine, and then she looked me dead in the eye and said, “Don’t worry, darling. She will be dead by morning and then we can be together again.”
I didn’t think when I snapped her neck.
Her body fell to the floor in a heap of limbs and taffeta.
Stepping back, I shook my head when I heard footsteps running toward me. Turning, I sighed when I saw it was my brothers, along with Maxim and Illyria.
Seeing that Delany wasn’t with them, I looked at Montana. “Where is my wife?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know? She was with you when I spotted that bitch walking toward her. I barely got the bitch out of the ballroom before she started spewing her shit.”
Illyria looked at Maxim before facing me. “Storm, Delany was upset. She was leaving when I saw her. I tried talking to her, but she wasn’t listening. She knows George Stone ordered her dad’s death.”
“Who the fuck told her?!” I shouted angrily as Mercy and Fury both stepped forward.
“She overheard us,” Fury admitted, looking at Mercy, who added, “Fury and I were at the bar. We didn’t see her until we heard her gasp before disappearing into the crowd. We tried to catch up with her to explain, but we got stopped by one of the benefactors. By the time we could step away, we couldn’t find her anywhere.”
“She’s the only one here in red!” I sneered. “How could you not find her?”
“Storm, calm down. She couldn’t have gotten far,” Montana said, making a call. “We will find her.”
“No, we won’t,” I shouted. “None of you get it. She doesn’t want this life. She wants nothing to do with our club or the Golden Skulls. She isn’t like us. I meant it when I said she was innocent. She really is. All she cares about is raising Harlow and being a good mother. She never wanted this life, and I forced her into it.”
“Storm is right,” Illyria added. “She said the same thing when she was with us. Delany may know where she came from, but she was adamant about our life and it having nothing to do with her.”
“Montana!” Pippen shouted, running over to us.
“Kid, what the fuck are you doing here?”
“The Rejects. They’re gone.”
“The fuck you say?”
“I’m serious, Prez. I was working in Shame’s office when the alarms went off. They are gone. Happy too.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Montana roared, rounding on the group.
“Fuck the Rejects. We need to find Delany,” I clipped angrily. I wasn’t fucking playing around. I wanted my wife found.
Fast.
“Mercy, send out a mass text. I want everyone at the clubhouse within an hour. Storm, go pick up your daughter and bring her to the clubhouse. Your wife may be running, but she won’t go far without Harlow. Maxim, Illyria, I could use your help on this.”
Maxim slowly shook his head. “Sorry, my friend. Not this time. You need to fix this one yourself. I cannot interfere.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
Illyria smirked, looking at her nails before saying, “He means the families will not help you clean up a mess your club created. Your father killed an innocent. A Golden Legacy. The Soulless Sinners will have to do this one alone. Fix the problem and we’re good. Don’t and you will find yourselves alone in a war of your own making.”
“What?” Mercy gasped.