Page 18 of Devil in Disguise

He stared at the screens, the soft hum of the machines filling the room. “Do you think I’ll get my memories back?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I hesitated before replying, “I don’t know. Dr. Robinette said it’s possible, but it might take time. Some memories may never return, but we’ll work through it together.”

He nodded slowly, a mixture of hope and uncertainty in his eyes. “Thanks for staying by my side,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over the keyboard as if trying to reconnect with a piece of his past.

“Always.”

Later that same night.

Danny was finally asleep when I locked up the apartment, hailed a cab, and headed for the Soulless Sinners’ clubhouse.

The cab ride was brief, but it felt like an eternity as my mind raced with the thoughts of what was about to unfold. The city lights blurred past, merging into a glowing tapestry of uncertainty. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the butterflies in my stomach. This wasn’t like the other nights when I met with Montana and Reaper. Tonight had a different weight to it, a gravity that I couldn’t shake.

When the cab pulled up outside the clubhouse, I paid the driver and stepped onto the sidewalk. The building loomed ahead, its stark façade illuminated by the faint glow of streetlights. I could feel the adrenaline surge through me, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. I approached the entrance, the heavy wooden door standing as a sentinel to the world inside. With a final, steadying breath, I pushed it open and stepped into the familiar building.

“They’re waiting on you,” Silver, the club’s bartender, said the second she saw me enter.

Nodding, I made my way to church, seeing the door already open.

As I approached church, I clearly heard shouting.

“He has a right to know!”

“And you can tell him, after the bitch is dead!” Montana shouted.

“It’s not your choice, Montana. He’s my son!” a woman yelled back. “The longer he’s walking the streets oblivious, the more danger he’s in.”

“No one is gonna harm the kid,” Reaper spoke up. “We’ve got brothers on him wherever he goes.”

“That’s not good enough and you know it!”

“Sypher didn’t want him to know until the bitch was dead. He wants to tell him himself,” Reaper added. “We just have to keep him safe until Sypher gets his memories back.”

“If he gets them back!” the woman snarked. “And in the meantime, he’s exposed! Fuck this shit. I’ll take care of it myself.”

In the next second, I distinctly heard a dial tone.

“MERE!” Montana shouted and then threw something across the room.

“You don’t think she will go to Bane, do you?”

“God, I fucking hope not,” Montana groaned. “I can only deal with one problem at a time. Bane finds out that his son has been here the whole time, and I fucking knew and didn’t tell him. Well, let’s just say that Bane is something altogether different, if you catch my drift.”

“An ass beating waiting to happen?”

“Shut up, asshole.”

Reaper laughed.

I had no idea who or what they were talking about. Nor did I fucking care. All I wanted was to get this meeting over and get back to the house before Danny woke up. As it was, I hated leaving him there alone.

Walking into church, both men looked up, and I took a seat as Montana wasted no time getting down to business.

Chapter Eight

Danny

Looking at my watch, I hurried down toward the harbor. It was late, and the sky pitch black. The moon hung low in the sky, a thin sliver of silver casting a faint glow on the water. The air was crisp and carried the scent of salt and seaweed, a constant reminder of the ocean’s proximity.

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