Page 79 of Sinner's Malice
“And Silver?”
The man looked me dead in the eyes while he got to his feet, buttoning his expensive suit before he frankly stated, “If Arianwen Hughes is my niece, then not even God himself will keep me away from her, because if you think Gideon has demons, you haven’t seen shit yet.”
Twenty-One
Silver
Three days later...
“You had no right!” I screamed at Montana.
“Silver, we needed to know.”
“No, you didn’t!” I shouted when Malice stood behind me, saying nothing, as usual. As far as I was concerned, I had every right to rip into Montana. Once again, he’d thought only of himself and gone behind my back to get the information he wanted.
The man would never change.
“Instead of leaving it alone, you invaded my privacy and took my blood without my permission. I told you I was a nobody.”
Montana growled, “You are not a nobody, Silver.”
“Yes, I am. I have been my whole life! My own fucking mother didn’t want me. She sold me to Petrovitch. I never knew my father. I don’t even think she knew who my father was.”
“Silver,” Bane muttered, speaking up. “Iris Hughes isn’t your mother, either. She lied to you.”
“What? What do you mean? How do you know that?” I gasped, shaking my head when I stepped back into Malice. Reaching around me, he held me as Bane continued to speak.
“Iris Hughes was a club piece back in the day. One of Barney’s girls. The club records verified that. Plus, I had herblood in the club’s database. When I ran her blood against yours, it wasn’t a match.”
“Sweetheart,” Mercy softly added. “We don’t know how you came to be in her care, but with your permission, Pippen has offered to look into the matter.”
I stood stock still in Malice’s arms, slowly shaking my head. This was fucking unbelievable. My whole life I hated that bitch for how she treated me and for selling me to Petrovitch. I thought I did something wrong. That she was punishing me. Now, she wasn’t even my mom.
That evil bitch!
“Silver, look at me,” Montana said, standing before me. “It doesn’t matter. You are Soulless, just like the rest of us. Have been since you arrived here all those years ago. I don’t need some damn DNA test to tell me who you belong to. You are mine. I claimed you. You are Malice’s woman. Trust me, that fucker will not let you go anywhere. You belong to all of us. We are your family. Always will be.”
This was too much.
I didn’t want to be here.
I needed time to think.
My entire life was a fucking lie.
So many questions and not one fucking answer. Everything I thought I knew didn’t matter. I didn’t matter. What was I? A pawn? A missing kid? Was anyone out there looking for me? Did they even know I was gone? Did they care?
“Silver, there is something else,” Bane muttered.
Shaking my head, I said, “I don’t care.”
Without looking back, I walked out of the clubhouse. I knew they were only trying to help. Mainly by covering their asses, but in their own way, I knew they cared. But I wasn’t anyone. I belonged to no one. I thought I at least knew my birth mother, but even she was a fucking liar. The only thing I knew for surewas that I was an orphan, with no one on this earth to call my own.
I was alone.
Everything I thought I knew was a lie. I didn’t even know if Arianwen was my real name. I felt adrift in the world with no anchor. Nothing made sense anymore.
“Arianwen?”