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Reaching for my wallet, I opened it and produced a picture, sliding it over to Renaldo. “Do you recognize anyone in that photo?”
Renaldo picked it up, looked at it, and stilled. “The woman is unfamiliar to me, but the man next to her is my uncle Stefano. But he’s been dead for years. Where in the hell did you get this photo? How old is it?”
Montana raked his hands through his hair and yelled, “What the fuck is going on?! Now there’s a connection to the Romanos. I don’t like this. Malice, call the others. I want the clubhouse locked down and Largo in my office by the time we get back. And you have them tell that bitch she better be ready to fucking talk. No more of this bullshit. I’m fucking done!”
Reaching for my phone, I clicked on the app that would show me my bedroom upstairs in the clubhouse. The very room I left Largo in before I came to the meeting. Scanning the room, I couldn’t find her. She wasn’t there. Quickly rewinding the feed, I saw Largo running fast out of our room as she ran for the stairs.
“Fuck!” I roared, racing for the door.
“Mercy!”
“She’s running again!”
Slamming on my brakes, I didn’t bother cutting my engine, as I jumped from my truck, running for the clubhouse. Kicking the front doors open, I came to a halt seeing several brothers sitting around, some nursing bloody noses, while others looked pissed as they drank their beers. The clubhouse was in shambles. The room was in chaos, with tables overturned and chairs shattered into fragments. As I entered the main room, the sound of shattering glass echoed through the room. The broken pieces glistened on the floor, mingling with the spilled bottles of liquor. Silver herself sat on a stool, holding a rag to her nose, looking pissed.
“I’m not cleaning this shit up.”
Malice pushed past me, rushing over to the young bartender.
“What the fuck happened?” I asked when Montana came to a halt next to me, taking everything in. Someone came into our home and fucked it up. Whoever it was just ordered their own death sentence.
No one came onto Soulless Sinners’ land without a fucking invitation, unless they wanted to die a slow and painful death.
Shame rolled his shoulder, wincing as he sneered, “Walked in to find several fucking assholes dragging Largo down thestairs. Your woman was fucking furious, man. Bitch got in a few good licks, but the fuckers came prepared. The second they saw us, they started shooting. They handed us our asses. They shot Vicious and Fury.”
“FUCK!” Montana roared, turning to hit the wall.
Looking around the room, I asked, “Where is Largo?”
Shame looked directly at me before saying. “They took her, Mercy.”
“Where the hell is Bane?” Montana asked before he yelled for the absent doctor. “BANE!”
“Prez.” Shame slowly got to his feet, holding his side. “He can’t hear you. He’s on his way to St. John’s Presbyterian. Cynic shot him.”
Chapter Fourteen
Mercy
“If you don’t let me do my fucking job, I will go home, and you can explain these gunshots to the police when they show up at the hospital!”
“Don’t threaten me, woman. My best friend is dead and two of my brothers have holes in them. I want answers.”
“Come on, brother,” I said, grabbing his shoulder. “Let Tess do her job. Vicious and Fury will live. We can talk to them later.”
Montana stormed off, stomping the entire way back to the main room where brothers still sat nursing their wounds. Thanks to Renaldo, he made a few calls and had his own personal doctor show up, who was tending to Silver under the supervision of Malice, who looked ready to rip the man to shreds with his bare hands.
“Malice, I’m fine. I promise.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“It’s nothing. Just a scratch.”
“She better not scar, asshole, or I will gut you with a spoon.”
Silver rolled her eyes as she sighed, “Prez?”
“Deal with it, Silver,” Montana grumbled, walking past Malice, slapping him on the shoulder in agreement with whatever the big guy said.
