Page 81 of The Bane of a Sinner
“It’s my fault. That day at the hospital. The day of Amy’s accident. You told me to take Diana and hide her. Remember?”
I nodded.
“Well, I took her to Sinclair. I thought he might help. They met. She met Dante that day too.”
“She did?” Dante asked, frowning. “I don’t remember her.”
“You were six, almost seven, I think. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that Sinclair knew Diana. Who she really is. Who her parents are.”
“How?” I asked, getting to my feet.
“I don’t know, but he fucking knew, and now Dakota and Meredith know.”
Just then, my computer pinged, alerting me to a new email. Glancing over at it, I sighed. “The DNA results are back.”
“Well, open it,” Dante demanded.
“I’m not sure I want to.”
“Oh, for crying out loud,” Sypher huffed, pushing me out of the way as he slid into my seat and started typing away on my computer. “I’ve had enough of this DNA shit. I’m so fucking glad Reaper doesn’t mess around with this crap. Can you imagine testing his family? That fucker probably has relatives in every fucking state in the union thanks to William and then...” The young tech guru’s voice trailed off as I watched him lean back in my chair.
Turning around with a big smile on his face, I didn’t need to see the results.
He was mine.
Dante was my son. Grabbing him, I pulled him into a big, bone-crushing hug and whispered, “You’re mine. I knew it.”
Shame congratulated me and Dante as Sypher turned back around, typing something else into my computer. Releasing Dante, I snapped, “Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Erasing my husband from your fucked-up database. Got love for all of you, but he’s mine, and I’m not sharing him with anyone else.”
“That’s club property,” I growled.
“Either I do it here, or I break in and do it later. The choice is yours.”
Dante chuckled. “He’s so possessive.”
“He’s a pain in the ass,” I huffed as Montana strode in.
“What the hell is going on in here?” Montana asked before his eyes landed on Sypher, sitting in front of my computer. Groaning, Montana rubbed his forehead and sneered. “Boy, if you are fucking with club shit, I will gut you and send you to Reaper in pieces.”
“Just fixing something.” Sypher said cryptically right before he hit enter, then pushed away from my desk. Getting to his feet, Sypher smiled and rubbed his hands together. “Now that that’s taken care of. What’s up?”
Montana narrowed his eyes. “Why do I get the feeling that you just did something really stupid?”
Sypher shrugged, clearly unbothered by Montana’s suspicion, and leaned back against my desk. The tension in the room lingered, electric and sharp, everyone eyeing each other like the next move might set off fireworks. Dante nudged me gently, a crooked grin on his lips, and I rolled my eyes, barely suppressing a smirk.
“Relax, Montana,” Sypher said with a wink. “If I wanted to bring this place down, I’d have started with the coffee machine.”
Montana shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel, but before he could retort, Malice walked in with an apple in his hand. “Sinclair is awake. He’s asking to see you and Diana.”
Confused, I asked, “Why?”
Malice shrugged as he walked away, saying nothing more.
“I still don’t like you,” Montana snapped, glaring at Sypher before he, too, walked away.
“I don’t understand why I have to be here?” Diana murmured a few days later, her voice a frayed whisper as she clung to my hand like a lifeline, while we navigated the heavy presence of my brothers in the cramped hallway.
