Page 74 of Sinner's Malice
“She’s a fucking cunt!” I shouted at no one in particular. “Not worth the air I breathe. How the fuck did Bane supposedly meet my mother?”
“She was one of Barney’s girls. A club piece,” Mercy carefully stated, then added, “Pippen and I went through the club records. The dates match up. Our records indicate that Iris Hughes and Bane were an item for close to two months, when suddenly, she stopped coming to the clubhouse. Babe, a simple blood test will clear all this up.”
As I plopped back down in my seat, I couldn’t help but glance over at Malice, who met my gaze with a silent stare that seemed to stretch on like the night itself.
“What do you think about all this?”
Malice crossed his arms over his chest and said, “I’m waiting for them to tell you the rest.”
“There’s more?”
Malice slowly nodded.
“I want you to tell me.”
Sitting up, Malice ripped off the Band-Aid. “According to the intern, your mother, Iris Hughes, is the half-sister to Crispin Sinclair and the reason he moved to the city. Not because of me, but because of you.”
Yep.
I was done.
Without uttering a word, I got up and started walking towards the bar. As I walked behind it, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of safety. This was my domain. My safe place.
Plus, it had all the liquor.
Drinking wasn’t really my thing. But I felt if ever it was going to be, now was the time to start. Reaching for a bottle of whiskey, I unscrewed the cap and chugged the contents.
“Silver,” Montana carefully said. “Sweetheart you can’t—”
Holding up my hand, I shook my head. “I wouldn’t say anything to me right now. In fact, it would be best if all of you didn’t speak to me.”
With the whiskey bottle firmly in my grasp, I walked out of the main room and headed for Bane’s office, where I found the drunk brother pouring himself another glass of whiskey.
Looking up at me with his bloodshot eyes, he groaned, shaking his head.
“Nope. Still don’t see a resemblance,” he slurred. “Why are you here?”
“To drink, of course.” I saluted him with my bottle before chugging another big gulp.
The man grinned. “Finally. Some decent company.”
Chapter Nineteen
Malice
She was mad again, and this time it wasn’t my fault.
I don’t know why that made me happy, but it did.
I was still fucking pissed at Sin for calling her, more so than sticking me in a room with a trained submissive.
I knew what he was trying to do. I wasn’t stupid.
The situation was completely fucked up, and the one individual who would have comprehended and offered aid was now deceased. The absence of Father Dominic left me feeling uncertain and at a loss for what to do. There was no one else that knew the real me. The part of me I kept hidden. The part I never showed the world. Well, Sin knew, but he was being a cunt right now. I could talk to Torment, but that would mean reliving all that shit all over again.
Maybe Ivy could help? Our pasts mirrored each other.
Well, mostly.