Page 50 of Golden Sinner

Sighing, I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed.

I knew I would get no sleep tonight.

Heading downstairs, I walked over to the bar and sat, ignoring a few lingering brothers.

“Hey, Bane. What can I get you?”

“My usual.”

The prospect nodded, placing a tumbler before me, filling it with my special blend.

Taking a drink, I sighed, moving my neck from side to side when Amber, one of the club girls, sat down next to me.

“Can’t sleep either?”

“No.”

Neither one of us spoke as we sat in silence, just existing as we drank away the night when I felt my phone vibrate. Groaning, I picked it up off the bar and saw that Silver was calling me.

Connecting the call, I grumbled, “Told you I didn’t want to be bothered.”

“Too fucking bad, asshole. Got a package delivered today for you.”

“Throw it away.”

“Oh, I will once Malice stops using them as a fucking basketball. Bastards getting blood everywhere. If he thinks I’m fucking cleaning it up, he’s fucking crazier than I originally thought.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the two severed heads that were delivered about an hour ago.”

“Whose heads.” I groaned, rolling my eyes as I took another drink.

“Benson Graves and Iris Hughes.”

“So, tell Malice to quit playing with them and have him incinerate them. Why did you call me? You know that bastard doesn’t listen to anything I say.”

“I can handle Malice. I called because whoever sent the heads left you a note.”

“What did it say?”

“She’s within your grasp. All you have to do is reach out and touch her.”