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Remi

A knock at the door woke me.

Grumbling, I rolled out of bed and opened the door to see Maxim standing there. “Sorry to wake you, Remi, but you have visitors.”

“Who?”

“Virginia Stone and her son Dakota.”

Groaning, I nodded and closed the door. After quickly dressing and using the facilities, I walked out of the room at Maxim’s penthouse to find Dakota leaning against the wall as he stared at me, saying nothing. His mother, however, was another story, because the second she saw me, she marched over and slapped me hard across my face.

“You fucking bitch!” the woman seethed. “Do you know what you’ve done?”

Holding my cheek, I slowly turned to look at the angry woman to find several men aiming guns at her head. Maxim himself held his gun against Dakota’s forehead as the man slowly reached for his gun.

“I fucking dare you,” the Bloodletter growled.

Standing to my full height, I looked at the angry woman and smiled. “I know exactly what I did. The question you should ask is if I’m done? Because, lady, from where I stand, you don’t know shit about the man you fucking married. If you did, you would have stayed gone when you left him the first time. Accidents be damned.”

The woman blanched.

“How do you know about that?”

I scoffed, leaning close to her face. “I know everything.”

The woman blinked, then paled as she slowly stepped back, shaking her head. “What are you talking about?”

“Remi, what’s going on?” Dakota seethed. “This isn’t you. You’re not a killer.”

I smirked, then said, “That’s where you are wrong. You only saw the broken me. This is the real me. The woman who will kill anyone who dares harm me or mine. Did you think I would just wilt and fall into your arms? I don’t fucking wilt. I may get knocked down, but I always get back up. Before I took my first breath, bigger, stronger people than your fucking father tried to kill me. I survived them all. I did your fucking family a favor. You should be thanking me.”

“What is she talking about, Mom!” Dakota shouted.

“Go ahead, Virginia.” I grinned. “Tell your dutiful son the truth about his father.”

“Mom?”

Virginia Stone shook her head. “I can’t.”

Taking a step closer to the woman, I threatened, “Then I suggest you make a clean break, because war is coming and you do not want to be on the wrong side. Do you understand what I am saying, Virginia?”

The woman nodded. “I do.”

“Remi, he’s locked down the club,” Vladmir informed.

“Is Delany there?”

Vladmir shook his head. “No. She’s still at the penthouse with Harlow.”

“What about Storm?”

Vladmir nodded.

“He isn’t going to quit, is he?” I said to no one in particular. Looking around the room, I added, “One last time, and then I’m leaving. He doesn’t get the message, then that’s on him.”

“Please don’t kill him. He doesn’t know,” Virginia pleaded.

“That’s why he’s still alive. However, he’s seriously pissing me off.”

“He will listen to me. Let me help.”

“Lady, I trust you about as much as I trust him,” I snarked, then groaned. “Fuck it. If the son of a bitch won’t listen to his own fucking mother, then that’s on him. Let’s go.”

The trip from Maxim’s penthouse to the clubhouse wasn’t long. Although it was uncomfortable. Neither Virginia Stone nor Dakota said a damn word. Which was good because I really wasn’t in the mood to hear their lies.

The second the car stopped in front of the clubhouse, I smirked when Sypher stepped around the corner to greet us.

“He’s really pissed, Remi. Been shouting so loud I could hear him all the way out here.”

“His temper will get him killed if he’s not careful,” I muttered. “Let’s do this. I am so ready to leave this fucking city.”

Walking up the steps to the clubhouse, I heard Storm.

“Because, as of yesterday, she also bears the Golden Mark. You can’t touch her.”

“What the FUCK!” Montana roared, grabbing him by his shirt, hauling Storm close. “Who the fuck marked her?”

“I did.”

No one said a word as they all took their seats in the boardroom.

I knew it wasn’t every day that the wife of a President of a rival club showed up. To make things more interesting, the volatile man seething at the head of the table was blood bound to protect me, thanks to a deal he made with Reaper and Maxim Fedorov. Even if Montana wanted to, he couldn’t touch a single hair on my head without bringing the full force of the criminal underworld down upon his head.

“I’m going to make this quick,” I began, glaring at Montana. “Delany Calloway is Golden. If I hear that you or anyone in this club has threatened her again, in any way, the Golden Skulls will retaliate.”

“You can’t make that claim, Remi.”

“No, but I can as a patched brother of the Golden Skulls,” Sypher stated clearly.

“I’m not fucking around,” I added. “Maxim Fedorov has offered her protection as a favor to me for his part in this whole fucked-up mess you three fucking morons constructed. So whatever hiccup you have regarding her, get over it. Fast. She is innocent of this life.”

“Got balls coming into my club and ordering me around, Remi. Any other person and I would gut you where you stand.” Montana grinned.

“You don’t even know how big my balls are,” I clipped, getting to my feet. “Think of Delany as Switzerland. She’s off-limits.”

“Fair enough,” Montana relented, smiling. “Won’t touch the bitch.”

“Legacy,” I growled. “Her name is Legacy and you will show her the fucking respect she deserves.”

Montana reluctantly saluted as I held my head high, walking out of the boardroom with Sypher following behind me.

“Hey, kid,” Montana spoke, halting the young man, who turned to face him. “You step into my club again. For any reason, I will keep my promise. Understand?”

Sypher nodded, closing the door behind him.

Walking out of the club, Sypher and I slid into the waiting vehicle when my father asked, “Where can we drop you, Sypher?”

“The Harbor on 5 th .”