Page 16 of Sinner's Malice
Sniffing, I whispered, “I love you too.”
A week later...
The penthouse was massive.
I didn’t know what I was going to do with all the space.
For years, I had lived in my small room at the clubhouse. The club provided me with everything I might need. Yet, looking around the large penthouse, I realized it could take me a lifetime and I would still never be able to fill this place and make it feel like a home.
“Not complaining, but don’t you have something a bit smaller? Like maybe half this size?”
Mercy chuckled. “Nope. This is the penthouse Montana picked out for you. Strategically below mine and Largo’s place and above Vicious and Fury’s.”
“Great, I’m surrounded,” I muttered mainly to myself, shaking my head. I knew this would not be easy. I should have known that Montana wouldn’t let me off the leash. Oh, he would loosen the reins, but he would never fully let go.
“You should also know that Pippen linked this place to the club’s security system. There are cameras in the main room, kitchen, and at the elevator.”
“So, no privacy?”
“Be thankful,” Mercy grumbled. “Montana wanted cameras everywhere. Even in the bedroom and bathrooms.”
“You can thank me for that.” Largo smiled happily while she directed the movers to where she wanted the furniture that was being delivered. “I actually had to explain to him why a young woman needed privacy. Talk about an uncomfortable conversation. Asshole was greener than green beans by the time I finished with him.”
“And I’m still having nightmares.” Montana grimaced, shaking his head as he walked down the hall with Tessa. “You didn’t need to be so descriptive.”
The elevator doors opened, and we all turned to see Storm standing there with a box in his arms.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Montana asked.
“Making a delivery,” the man said, smiling as he handed me the box. “From Delany. She wanted to be here to give you this herself, but she’s been sick all morning.”
“Is she okay?” I asked, genuinely concerned.
Delany Calloway was the newest member of the club, so to speak. The wife of Storm, Delany, and her daughter Harlow were a tremendous surprise to Storm when he learned he’d fathered the young girl. To make matters worse, the club later learned that Delany had ties to the Golden Skulls. It was still a touchy subject for Montana, but he was dealing as best he could. Mainly, Montana was trying to find a way to let Reaper know Storm married a Golden Legacy without permission and how to save Storm’s life before Reaper reaped his soul.
Now everyone was hoping that since Delany was pregnant again, Reaper would approve of the marriage. However,Montana wasn’t so sure, considering he returned from California with a new bullet hole in his leg, thanks to the volatile Golden Skulls President.
“Morning sickness kicked into high gear. She can barely get out of bed, let alone keep anything down.”
“I’ll swing by later today to check on her,” Tessa offered.
“I’d appreciate that.” Storm smiled before facing me again. “Anyway, Delany asked me to give you that.”
Smiling, I walked over to the sofa Largo had purchased, opened the box and gasped. Reaching into the box, I pulled out a quilt. A stunning handmade quilt. The colors reminded me of home back in Wales. It was exquisite. The attention to detail was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Unfolding it, I smiled, running my hands over each intricately designed square. It was lovely.
“It’s beautiful.” I smiled, hugging the quilt to my chest. “Tell Delany I said thank you. I’ve never had anything homemade before. I will treasure this forever.”
Storm grinned, then turned to Montana. “I’m also in town to see Malice.”
My head snapped up and I listened intently.
Since the night at the club, no one had seen hide nor hair of Malice. It was as if he just got up and disappeared. While I was thankful for the distance, I felt terrible about what I said and desperately wanted to apologize to the man. However, whenever I asked about him, the brothers told me not to worry, and that he was okay.
“Apparently someone is interested in buying the Playground. Someone called Crispin Sinclair.”
I knew that name.
Malice introduced me to the man when shit heated up with Illyria. I knew with Petrovitch in the area, I wasn’t safe, so I left. I disappeared, putting distance between me and the man who tortured me for three years. I think on some level I knewthat Malice would follow, and he did. He found me the day after Illyria did in Vegas.