Page 90 of Sinner's Storm
“Think the kid’s losing it. Maybe we promoted him too soon,” Mercy said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Will all of you just shut up!” the kid damn near screamed, causing the room to go deathly still.
Yanking the kid away from Montana before he snapped the young man’s neck, I grabbed his shoulder, snapping my finger in his face. “Breathe, Pippen. What the hell has your panties in a wad?”
“Sypher.”
“What about Sypher?”
“The drive he gave you.”
“Got it. It had information on Delany and her connection to the Golden Skulls. We already know that.”
“No,” Pippen gasped, shaking his head furiously. “That wasn’t all that was on the drive. There was more.”
“Get to the fucking point, kid. We have an arsonist to find and kill” Montana griped angrily.
Pippen growled. “The arsonist can wait.”
“Storm,” Mercy groaned. “Make the kid make sense before Montana kills him.”
Looking around the room, I frowned. The clubhouse was open. Several eyes looked on, all interested in what Pippen needed to say. Even Silver leaned against the bar, curious.
“Montana, maybe we should take this into the boardroom?”
“Why the fuck not?” the angry man snarled. “No one seems to listen to me anymore, anyway. Brothers are off doing their own damn thing. My woman isn’t talking to me. The fucking Rejects are in the wind, oh... and I have a mess, not of my making, to clean up, thanks to my fucking dad, or we’re at war. But sure... let’s shelve what the kid needs to say so we can all hear it behind a closed door.”
Storming over to the bar, Silver moved quickly, grabbing a full bottle of whiskey just as Montana yanked it from her hand, storming past her into the boardroom with Mercy following, as we all heard him say, “You know sarcasm is the lowest form of whit, right?”
“Shut the fuck up, Mercy!”
With a tight grip on the kid’s collar, I dragged him into the boardroom, shoving him into my seat as I glared down at him. When Payne closed the damn door, I watched Pippen grab his phone and punch a bunch of numbers into it. In the next instant, I heard the doors automatically lock as the glass partition separating the boardroom from the rest of the clubhouse went dark.
“What the fuck?” Fury said, sitting up. “Did the windows always do that?”
Looking at Montana, I saw Mercy frown as he too sat up straighter. Montana only glared at the kid as he unscrewed the cap off the whiskey bottle.
“Everything’s off. What I’m about to say you don’t want recorded.”
“Okay, I’ll say it,” Vicious admitted. “Kid has me worried now.”
Montana growled. “I’m waiting.”
“I know why David and Donna were killed.”
“So do we,” Fury spoke up. “He knew Gale Stevens was the arsonist.”
Pippen shook his head. “No. Well, yes, that’s part of it, but not the real reason he died.”
“Still waiting.”
Taking a seat next to Pippen, I gave him my undivided attention when he began.
“When Storm gave me the drive Sypher compiled with all the information regarding Delany, I thought all I would find would be her connection to the Golden Skulls. But that’s not all that was on there. Sypher gave us everything. And I mean everything regarding Delany. Yes, her dad, David, is the son of Xavier Goldman. But it’s her mom that he left out. I thought maybe Sypher may have gotten it wrong, so I did a small dive to confirm everything. The second I did, the club’s computer system was breached.”
“What the fuck do you mean, breached?”
“Hacked. We were hacked,” Pippen clarified, before quickly adding, “But don’t worry, I shut that shit down fast. No one hacks my shit and gets away with it. Anyway, that breach only confirmed what Sypher gave us. Delany isn’t just a Golden Legacy. She’s the heir to the St. James family.”