The Bane of a Sinner (Soulless Sinners MC #6)

Prologue

Present day in Deadwood, South Dakota...

I slowly opened my swollen eye as the door creaked open.

I stiffened, wincing at the pain that shot through my body.

The room spun as I tried to sit up, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

I could feel the weight of his gaze on me as he stood in the doorway, his face a mask of concern.

Descending the stairs, he walked over to me and shook his head.

“Phone call,” he said, handing me a cell phone through the bars. “You have five minutes.”

Taking it, I grimaced as I held the phone to my ear, breathing through the pain.

“What?”

“Jesus fuck, you sound like shit.”

I growled.

“Yeah, okay.” He sighed. “No more jokes. Gonna need you to hold out a few days more. Can you do it?”

“Yeah,” I said before coughing, then spitting blood on the floor at my feet.

“I wish you would have just let me kill her—” he started, but I cut him off.

“I need to know,” I whispered, my voice hoarse and raw. “Call back when you know for sure,” I added, before handing him back the phone.

I didn’t want to talk anymore.

He hesitated, and I could see the conflict playing out on his face as he took it from me and disconnected the line. He went to say something, but I turned my back on him and carefully lay back down on the cot, trying my best not to jar my ribs that I knew were broken.

He sighed and turned to leave.

As the door closed behind him, I allowed myself to relax and close my eyes. What little energy I had mustered quickly disappeared. As I lay there and stared at the ceiling, my mind raced with one fucking question: How in the hell could I have been so wrong?