Page 48 of Sinner's Malice
“No one is dead,” Bane muttered, checking the man’s pulse.
“Someone better be dead, or I’m leaving.”
Next to arrive were Vicious and Fury. Both men looked well-rested and happy when they sauntered in, laughing as Fury bumped into Vicious.
“I’m telling you, my girls know their shit!”
“Only because you give them everything they want.”
“What the hell are you two talking about?” Montana asked, looking at both of them.
“I was just complimenting Vicious on his new manicure.” Fury smiled happily.
“His what?” Mercy scoffed.
Before Vicious could hide his hands, Fury grabbed his right hand and held it up for everyone to see the hot pink glittery fingernail polish that adorned his nails.
“What the fuck happened to you?” Montana smirked, shaking his head.
“Four little girls are what happened,” the man grumbled, yanking his hand away from Fury, who laughed happily. “And I dare any of you to say anything. Laugh it up, asshole. Those girlshave plans for you next. Elizabeth and Andi have already picked your color. I hope you like blue glitter.”
“I could pull off blue glitter,” Fury replied, puffing up his chest as he looked at his nails. “It will go with the green toenail polish I have now.”
“Thank God I have a son,” Montana groaned, shaking his head.
“For now.” Bane smirked. “Tessa could be pregnant with a girl.”
“Keep talking smack and our truce is over, asshole.”
“Tessa’s pregnant?” Mercy asked and Montana nodded, which caused Vicious and Fury to jump into the conversation.
Rolling my eyes, I sat behind the bar watching grown men talk like little old biddies at a Sunday brunch. Not a single one of them had a fucking brain cell in their head.
“They seem in good spirits.”
Turning, I nodded at Torment, who slid onto a stool. “They’re idiots.”
“You know why I’m here at the ass crack of dawn?”
“Malice called. Something to do with Bane.”
Torment sighed. “I see. And how are you doing?”
“I’m fine.”
The club therapist chuckled.
“Nice try, Silver. No woman on the planet has ever said those words and actually meant them.”
His statement proved true. I experienced a sudden surge of energy, and my body reacted with the sensation of the hairs on the back of my neck standing up just a few minutes later. The clubhouse suddenly felt cold and drafty, like a chilling breeze had swept through, making me shiver. I cautiously looked up from where I was sitting and took notice of the distant sounds of brothers’ voices and chairs scraping against the floor. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, racing with adrenaline. Withevery beat of my heart, I could sense the pulsing of my blood coursing through my veins. Distractedly, I stood up and looked around the large gathering room, barely noticing the sound of the brothers’ laughter and the buzz of their conversations filling the room as they moved about.
What for? I didn’t know.
Didn’t they feel it?
Couldn’t they sense the danger looming?
It was suffocating.