Sinner’s Redemption by Rebecca Joyce
Chapter Ten
Montana
Sitting in my den, I watched as Tessa played with York on the floor. She really was a wonderful mother. Attentive and caring, she was everything I could have ever hoped for as the mother of my son. I didn’t hide my smile when I brought Tessa back to my house and she saw York clapping happily as Mrs. Alice fed him some green goop that looked like shit. Yet, when my son saw his mother, his eyes lit up and the biggest smile I’d ever seen covered his face.
My boy was a true momma’s boy.
“Montana, are you even listening?” Mercy asked, getting my attention.
“Huh, what?”
My V.P. shook his head and grinned, before turning to look at Tessa and York. “I envy you. You know that.”
“Why? You have Sophia now.”
“But not Largo. She used to play with Sophia like that. I’d come home and just watch them. I miss that. So, I take it Tessa is staying?”
“She isn’t going anywhere. I’ll be bringing my claim up before the board at the next meeting. In the meantime, I want her afforded every right as my ol’ lady until then.”
“Everything?” Mercy asked, quirking his eyebrow at me.
“Everything,” I said firmly. My woman’s life was about to fucking change and she didn’t even know it. The club set rules and regulations in place long before I took over. Shit, that demanded allegiance and acceptance for any woman even considering becoming the wife or ol’ lady to a Soulless Sinner brother. But because I was the President, the rules were stricter, harsher, more stringent. My Tessa was about to have her whole life turned upside down. I had to let things unfold without interference. My only worry was the tentative ceasefire we had going on because when she realized what the club was about to do, she was going to flip.
Mercy nodded. “I’ll get Happy and the Rejects on it. You know your father is going to want to take the lead on this, right?”
“I know.” Grinning as I heard York’s giggles as Tessa blew raspberries on his tummy.
God, my kid was so fucking cute.
“Storm’s been looking into the Tessa’s blacklisting and with what you said about this woman pretending to be your mom. He’s leaning towards a scorned lover from your past. You know the deal… if she can’t have you, no one can.”
“Jesus’ fuck, Mercy. Do you know how many women I’ve been with?”
“More than a Singapore whore house.”
I chuckled at that. “Damn straight and that’s not including the girls I was with before I took over as President.”
“Gonna be looking for a needle in a haystack, brother. Unless you kept a list.”
“Fuck no, I didn’t keep a damn list. Hell, man, some women were one-night stands. Never even got their name.”
“Like I said,” he grinned, pointing a finger at me. “Man whore.”
Changing the subject, I asked, “Any word from Tennessee?”
Mercy sighed. “You’re going to have to decide about that soon. The club is exploding fast. If you plan on keeping your promise to Reaper, then just do what you have to.”
“How’s Remi adjusting?”
“Still in the dark. The latest report is that she keeps mainly to herself, only coming out at night to walk on the beach. Her bodyguard is worried about her. Thinks she may need therapy. It’s not easy living with blood on your hands. We know that better than anyone.”
“She killed her husband, Mercy. She’s never going to be the same person again. Call Angelica. Let her know she is required. She’s been wanting a change of scenery for a while now. Maybe Southern California will brighten her mood.”
Mercy nodded, typing into his phone. “Also, Kali called. She wants to know if you are attending this year’s Vanderveer Cancer Research Party. She hasn’t heard from you and wants an accurate head count.”
“Is Kansas going to be there?”
Mercy chuckled. “He is her husband, Montana. He won’t leave her side while she’s in the city and you know it.”
“Fine,” I groaned. “Tell her I will attend with a plus one. But I’m not going to play nice with dickhead. He annoys me, I won’t be held responsible.”
“I’ll let her know. Muzzle Kansas. Your mom is going to be pleased, though. Two of her boys, in the same room again. My advice, wear earplugs.”
I chuckled. Yeah, mom was going to lose her shit for sure.
“Anything else?”
“Just one more thing. Not sure how you want to handle this one.” Mercy cautiously said, taking a deep breath. “The piece you were with months ago is claiming she is pregnant with your kid. She’s demanding child support and a housing allowance because the dorm room she’s in won’t allow her to stay. She’s also demanding a weekly stipend to cover her necessities.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I groaned. “Who is this bitch?”
“Name is Heather Latimer, Senior at NYU.”
“Tell the bitch to fuck off,” I said, getting to my feet.
“Montana, she can make trouble.”
“She’s a fucking cunt and a gold-digging whore. All she’s going to do is make life hard for her. Get rid of her.”
Looking at my watch, I walked away from Mercy and headed for my woman and son. Bending down, I picked up York and kissed his fat cheek. “How’s my boy doing?”
My woman looked up at me and smiled. “He’s happy.”
“Of course, he is. He’s got a beautiful woman lavishing attention on him. What man wouldn’t be happy about that?”
“You finished?” Tessa asked, getting to her feet. Handing York back to her, I shook my head. “Got some place I need to be. Be back later.”
The ride outside the city was a cold one. There was a chilly northern breeze blowing in, and it was sinking into my bones. I hated this drive but never failed, not once in twenty years. Rounding the curve ahead, I passed by the large sprawling estates, slowing when the gates appeared. I knew he was expecting me. That he would be here, watching and waiting and when the gates opened, I rode past them as a security camera followed my movements.
Pulling up to the large mansion, I parked my bike and took off my helmet. In twenty years, it hadn’t changed once. It still looked exactly as it did the day we all piled into my car and drove off. What was supposed to be a fun day turned deadly.
Reaching behind me, I opened my bag and pulled out the small bouquet of white roses. Her favorite. Walking up to the front door, I found him standing there waiting.
“August.”
“Montana,” he said, stepping to the side, allowing me entry. Once inside, he closed the door and started walking away. Following him, I kept my mouth shut. When he stopped before a door, I took a deep breath and let it out.
“Do you have the payment?”
Reaching into my leather jacket, I pulled out the thick envelope of money and handed it to him.
He opened the door and there she was.
Walking forward, I placed her roses on the nightstand beside her bed, then leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Hello,Amy.”
Taking a seat, I reached for her hand, knowing what was required of me. I waited until I saw August sit down on the other side of her bed before I began. “We were running late…”