Chapter Fourteen
Shame
“Take Diana and get out of here. I don’t care where you take her; just get her the hell out of here. I’ll hold them off,” Bane said, his voice steady despite the fear in his eyes.
He was right to be scared because when George got his hands on Diana, the man wouldn’t think twice before killing Bane and using Diana to seal a blood pact with her father.
“I know of a place they will never find her.”
Shoving Diana toward me, he yelled, “Go now! Meet me at the clubhouse when she’s safe.”
“What about Montana?” I asked.
“I’ll take care of Montana.”
This was a clusterfuck.
When they tasked me with infiltrating the Soulless Sinners, my job was to observe and watch.
Not to babysit. My mission was simple in theory: infiltrate the mother chapter and watch and report on their activities.
I was to be a silent observer who blended into the shadows while I gathered information.
Mainly, they ordered me to watch the president, George Stone, a man who had come under the radar because of his affiliation with the Society .
However, I quickly realized that things were not going to be so straightforward.
In the years since the club’s inception, the Soulless Sinners had grown globally and expanded with chapters all around the world. The club was more ruthless than I could have imagined, and their activities were shrouded in secrecy.
I was tasked with earning their trust, and fast.
So, I played the part of a reckless, thrill-seeking newcomer, eager to prove my worth.
It was a dangerous game, but it worked. I was initiated into their fold, and soon I had a front-row seat to their dark and twisted world.
As I spent more time with them, I realized that the club’s reputation fell short of the truth.
The club and most of the brothers were normal, hardworking men who enjoyed the camaraderie of the brotherhood.
It was the few others who were different.
Mainly the four horsemen. Well, that’s what most of the brothers called them.
The inner circle. Not the board, but the three men loyal only to George Stone.
Together, those four men were not just Soulless Sinners, but monsters in human skin.
Their crimes were not just acts of violence, but rituals of pure evil, and at the helm was the Devil himself, George Stone.
And Bane seriously needed to have his head examined if he thought he could handle Montana, let alone George and his lackeys.
“You can’t take care of Montana. He’s a fucking Stone. He’s going to side with his family!”
“Just get Diana out of here. I will call you later,” Bane ordered as he headed back into the hospital.
“Fuck!”
Looking around the parking lot, I knew what I wanted to do, but if I did that, I would blow months, years of hard work and lose vital information my club desperately needed.
“You can take me back to my dorm room.”
Turning, I looked at the pretty young woman and slowly shook my head. “I take you there, and I might as well sign your death warrant.”
“You know who I am, don’t you?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
She sighed and looked around. “I should never have come here. I should have stayed in Texas. My dad is going to lose it when he learns what has happened.”
“Your father is the least of your worries, because if George Stone gets his hands on you, you won’t be alive to explain shit to anyone. We need to go,” I said, taking her hand as I walked her to where I parked my bike.
Quickly getting on, she jumped on behind me as I started up my motorcycle. There was only one person in this city who could possibly help me hide Diana and keep George Stone off my back.
I just prayed the man was in a helping mood.