Page 93 of Sinner's Malice
Kneeling down before me, all I saw was a black helmet, when I clearly heard someone say, “Now listen carefully, Gideon. I’m only going to say this once. Tell your friend Popeye to turn over Gray Greer. If he doesn’t give me Gray, I will kill everyone you love, starting with your mother, Amelia.”
“I got it. We need to go!” someone shouted when the sounds of sirens wailed in the distance, drawing closer.
“Is she alive?”
“Yes,” the other man confirmed before I clearly heard the roar of an engine as it sped off.
Slowly, I turned my head to the side and saw Arianwen lying motionless in the middle of the road. I tried reaching out for her, only to be stopped when a police officer halted my movements.
“Hang on. The paramedics are coming.”
“Arianwen?”
Mercy jumped to his feet, leaning over me. “Holy fuck, you’re alive!”
Groaning, I tried to push the fucker away from me but couldn’t move my arms. Everything hurt. The light in the room blinded me, causing my head to pound hard like a jackhammer. My mouth was dry and my lips sticky as if I hadn’t had water in weeks. Everything just felt off.
“Don’t move, asshole. You laid down your bike and damn near died. Fury, go find Bane,” Montana ordered, getting to his feet. Leaning close, he whispered so only I could hear, “You ever scare me like that again, you crazy motherfucker, and you are going to wish you fucking died.”
“Arianwen?”
“She’s in the room next door. What the fuck happened, Malice?” Mercy asked.
Grimacing, I tried to ignore the pounding in my head. My whole body hurt, ached as if someone had rung me through the ringer.
“Biker clipped me.”
“What? The police said you lost control ‘cause of the wet roads.”
I growled. “Three bikes. One clipped me. How bad?”
“Well, according to the police officer, eyewitnesses said the second you lost control of your bike, you rolled at the last minute, allowing your back to take the brunt. You’ve got road rash in a few places, and you are going to be sore as fuck for a few days, but you’ll live, thanks to your fucking helmet, which is toast, by the way.”
“Arianwen?”
“She wasn’t so lucky. Like you, her helmet saved her, and she has a bit of road rash but she will survive.”
Narrowing my eyes, I glared at Montana.
He wasn’t telling me something.
“What else?”
“Silver was pregnant, Malice. The baby didn’t survive.”
Shaking my head, I whispered, “No.”
“Sorry, man. There was nothing anyone could do. Docs said she wasn’t far along,” Montana solemnly said, rubbing the back of his neck before adding, “Brother, this is a clusterfuck. What exactly do you remember?”
Looking at my president, I recalled, “There were three bikers. Dressed like us. They clipped my rear tire. When I landed, one of them came over. Said some shit that didn’t make sense. They want Popeye to hand over someone. Said if he didn’t, they were going to kill everyone I loved, starting with my mother. Montana, no one knows where I hid my mom. I didn’t tell anyone. Not even Ivy. They were also worried about Arianwen. The guy kept asking if she was alive.”
“They say who they want?”
“Someone called Gray Greer.”
“Who the fuck is that?”
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