Page 97 of Sinner's Malice

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Page 97 of Sinner's Malice

“Let him go, Gideon.”

“Not until he tells me how he knows you.”

“He can’t do that.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because of who I’m related to.”

“Who are you related to, Ms. Scott?” Torment asked.

My mother looked at me and said, “Matthew James. The former President of the Satan’s Angels.”

“Oh shit,” Rage cursed, rubbing the back of his neck as Torment frowned. “Steele is dead.”

“Is he? Jack took over as president of the club. Until your southern clubs had him arrested. Jack is now in prison for the next five years.”

“How are you related to them, Amelia?” I clipped, not really wanting to hear the answer.

My mother simply said, “Steele is my half-brother.”

This wasn’t happening.

Twenty-Seven

Malice

“Sit down, Gideon.”

Doing as she demanded, I stared, unsure of what to do or say next.

“The others need to hear this,” Torment said, walking away.

Leaning close, I whispered, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Amelia shook her head. “I only want to tell this story once.”

Knowing she wouldn’t talk until everyone arrived, I sat back in my chair and looked at Rage, who was now sitting next to Snoopy. The two men had always gotten along.

“You home for good?” Snoopy asked Rage.

“Yeah. I fulfilled all my contracts for the year. With winter approaching, I’ve decided to give my crew the next few months off.”

“Sure they enjoyed that.”

Rage smirked. “With the bonus checks I gave them, they sure did.”

Alexander Cruise, also known as Rage, was a former Army officer before he left the service and started up his own demolitions company. Rage relocated his company to New York City, after the murder of his parents, and applied to become a brother in the Soulless Sinners MC. His company, Cruise Demolitions, was one of the best demolition crews in the world.There wasn’t a building, structure, or bridge that Rage couldn’t bring down.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Montana and the others walk into the main room. Before Montana could say anything, Torment spoke up, “Montana, this is Amelia Scott. Malice’s mother.”

Montana smiled as he greeted her, lightly shaking her hand. “Welcome to the Soulless Sinners, Mrs. Scott.”

Torment quickly made the rest of the introductions, and when everyone found a seat, Amelia began.

“Back in the sixties, the south was nothing like it is today. There was so much turmoil, so much hatred, it was suffocating. But growing up in the backwoods of Alabama, well, that was worse. Especially for anyone of color.

“My mother’s name was Naomi Clare Pride. She was the daughter of a housemaid and a prominent businessman, and more importantly, a landowner named Daniel Pride. Born on a plantation in Lynchburg, Virginia. Back then, illegitimate children of landowners were a dime a dozen. It didn’t matter if the children were born somewhat white. They were considered less and used as help for the white people. However, Naomi was born white as snow, with corn silk hair and the bluest eyes anyone had ever seen. My grandfather knew he couldn’t keep Naomi because that would cause a scandal. So, he sent her away to live with distant cousins in Alabama.




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