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“I would have left too, if someone had grounded me to my bedroom,” Largo snarked, looking right at me. “Seriously, Malice? She’s not twelve.”

“What do you mean, she left?” Montana asked.

“I mean, she walked out the front doors, jumped into a cab, and left.”

Pushing past the women, I rushed to Arianwen’s bedroom and flung open the door, only to find her room empty. Growling, I marched past my brothers toward the main room, and headed for the front doors, when Montana stepped up beside me.

Stopping, I looked at the fucker.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“To help you look for her.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Too fucking bad. I’m going.”

Chapter Fourteen

Silver

I really had no clue where I was going. All I knew was that I couldn’t stay in that clubhouse a second longer. Even from my bedroom, I could clearly hear the brothers yelling and arguing about me. It was strange to hear, considering since I’d been at the club, I couldn’t remember a time I’d garnered this much attention. And if I was being honest, I hated it.

I now knew what Malice felt like when all eyes were on him.

No one wanted that kind of scrutiny.

I just needed to get away from everyone.

I needed to clear my head.

To think without all the male testosterone suffocating me.

So, when I left the clubhouse and hailed a cab, I didn’t think. I jumped in the backseat and told the driver to drive. I didn’t care where he took me as long as it was far away from the clubhouse.

Of course, when I realized all I had was twenty bucks in my pocket, well, that limited my getaway to downtown.

More specifically, the outskirts of Central Park.

Looking around the area, I literally did not know where to go next. It wasn’t like I was proficient with the ins and outs of New York City. And what I remembered from my time on the streets was that Central Park wasn’t exactly the place I wanted tobe when night fell. During the day, the place was great, but not come sundown.

I thought about walking to Davenport Tower, but I knew that would be one of the first places they looked.

I missed my apartment.

For the very short time I had one, I enjoyed it.

Finding a bench to sit on, I sat and looked around the bustling city. Everyone had a place to go, things to do, people to see.

Not me.

Everyone I knew was back at the clubhouse arguing and deciding on my life as if I didn’t exist. I didn’t know what bothered me the most, that they thought they had the right to decide my fate, or the fact that no one heard a fucking word I said regarding the matter.

Guess I should have known. I’d been with the Soulless Sinners long enough to know that they didn’t listen to anyone but themselves.

Hell, they barely listened to each other half the time. And if I was being completely honest, Montana was the one with the biggest fucking voice, and God help anyone who went against his decree.

Over the years, I’d watched that asshole take a simple situation and turn it into World War III. Regarding the shit with Reaper, the asshole could have prevented the coming war if he would swallow his pride and just come clean. With Tessa, he allowed his anger to supersede the reasonable part of his brain. Not that he really had a reasonable part. With Largo, the fucker was butt hurt and played the scorned big brother perfectly to a T. And Delany, that poor woman, never stood a chance, because Montana let his fear of Reaper supersede anything logical. Which pointed back to Montana’s pride and failure to talk to Reaper.