Page 18 of Death Of A Sinner

I look to Santo. “Grab the cash,” I tell him. Once he’s headed to the rear of the car, I turn back to Logan. “You should find better friends.”

“Why?”

I lift a shoulder as I watch my brother load the bags of money into the back of our SUV. “You’ll find out. Bikers are filthy fuckers. You should never trust them in business,” is all I say before I pivot towards the passenger side. Santo jumps in the driver’s seat. “Oh, and don’t call me again, unless you want your mother receiving your heart and dick in a box.”

As we’re pulling away, I spot a face I recognise.Fucking Tommy.The bastard looks directly at me. If he thinks he’s intimidating, he needs a reality check.

“You need to set up this meeting. We should get it over with. Like ripping off a bandage,” Santo tells me.

“Yeah.” I know what I have to do. I’m not about to let my brothers do this shit without me. “What do you hope to gain out of meeting her?”

“Me? Nothing,” he says. “Don’t need a mother, never have.” His fingers tap the steering wheel. “I am curious, though… about what the old man did to make her leave and stay gone.”

“You really think he knew she wasn’t dead?” It’s out of character for our old man to let anyone live, especially someone he thought he owned. Someone who betrayed him.

“Who the fuck knows?”

“I remember the night before she died, or disappeared, whatever the fuck happened to her… She woke us all up. We were in the foyer and the old man was there. Mum sent us back upstairs. I think she was trying to leave with us,” I tell Santo. I’ve never told him that before. I always thought I’d made it up. Like I wanted it to be true so fucking badly that I imagined things that never actually happened.

“So, what? She couldn’t leavewithus, so she just leftwithoutus?” Santo asks.

“No fucking idea.” I pull my phone out of my pocket. I have to make the call before I decide to just put a hole between her eyes and be done with it.

After telling Tommy where to meet us and when, I send a text to the group chat I have with my brothers.

Me:

Meeting with the demon birther at two PM tomorrow, old house.

Vin:

Demon birther? I’m assuming you’re the demon?

Marcel:

Even the devil was once an angel. I’ll bring the sage. That place is full of fucking ghosts and evil spirits and probably curses.

Gabe:

I’ll be there.

“They’re going to be blowing up that chat all fucking night now,” Santo groans as he pulls into my driveway.

“Good thing you can fucking mute it then,” I tell him. “See you tomorrow.”

“Gio,” he calls out just before I shut the door.

“Yeah?”

“If you’re going to kill her, don’t do it in front of Vin. He doesn’t need to see that shit.”

I nod my head.I won’t kill her tomorrow. Probably.Either way, I won’t fucking do it in front of our baby brother.

ChapterFourteen

“Are you serious? They want to meet me?” I ask Tommy for the tenth time in as many minutes.

“That’s what they said.”

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