Page 95 of Sinner's Malice

“Nope. Wearing a helmet like the others.” She yawned. “Can we go home? I hate it here.”

Holding her close, I looked at Montana, who nodded. “I’ll go light a fire under Bane’s ass. I’ll be right back.”

She was quiet.

Arianwen really hadn’t said anything since she walked into my room and climbed into bed with me. Not even when Bane released us and said we could go home.

Once again, I found it hard to decipher what she was thinking. Her face was devoid of any emotions. So I simply stepped back and watched her like I always did. Instead of resting at the penthouse, she wanted to sleep at the clubhouse. Why, she didn’t say. Only that was where she wanted to go. The moment we arrived at the clubhouse, she parked her ass behind the bar and sat. No one said anything, giving her all the time she needed.

I thought for sure when Sin showed up at the clubhouse later that day, she would have at least acknowledged him, but likeeveryone else, she ignored him. Instead, she sat behind her bar, reading a book.

There was a low, underlying ominous feeling to the clubhouse. I could tell I wasn’t the only one sensing it. Montana stayed holed up in his office with the door closed, making calls and doing whatever it was he did. Mercy enlisted Storm’s help to make sense of all the ghost files. Pippen was like a madman while he scoured the internet looking for the mysterious Gray Greer. Fury and Vicious picked up the slack wherever they could, but with their brood of girls to care for, they couldn’t leave Linsey to fight that battle alone. As for Tessa and Largo, well, they took Sophia and York and hightailed it to Delany, needing a break from all the drama.

I didn’t blame them.

Bane was still hell-bent on finding out anything about Iris and why George had linked her to him. I wanted to tell him it didn’t matter. That George was just a sick son of a bitch and probably did it to throw us off the scent, but Bane was in no mood to listen to reason.

Everything just felt off.

Sitting in my favorite spot in the main room, I had a clear view of the entire space, including Arianwen, when the front doors opened and in walked Rage, followed by my mother and Torment.

Quickly getting to my feet, I noticed Amelia didn’t look happy. I didn’t blame her. I promised her a life away from all this crap and now she was smack dab in the thick of it. I hated this for her. I really did, but I refused to let anything happen to her.

Placing her bags near the door, I nodded to Rage as he walked over to the bar and asked Arianwen for a beer.

“Gideon,” Amelia acknowledged as she looked around the room, getting right to the point. “Why am I here?”

“Someone found out where you live.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know that yet.”

“Ivy?”

“Montana called Luc. He’s got Ivy taken care of,” I confirmed. Amelia frowned at Torment while he smirked and walked over to the bar.

“He talks too much.”

“I know. It’s annoying.”

“That her?” Amelia asked, looking toward the bar.

“Yes.”

“I want to meet her.”

Nodding, I stepped to the side and allowed my mother to pass. Amelia Scott was a small, petite woman. I towered over her by several inches. Yet she had a backbone made of steel. She’d endured a lifetime of hell and survived it and only asked to live the rest of her life in peace. It was the one and only thing she’d ever asked of me. If it was the last thing I ever did, I was going to keep that promise to her.

Leaning against the bar, I said, “Arianwen?”

Turning toward me, my woman showed no emotion. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, yet she answered, “Yes.”

“I’d like you to meet Amelia Scott.”

“Hello,” she greeted blandly. “Welcome to the Soulless Sinners clubhouse. Would you like something to drink?”

“No, thank you.” My mother frowned, looking up at me, before she turned and walked away toward one of the tables.