Page 21 of Sinner’s Torment

Bane answered the call, his expression shifting from amused to serious in an instant.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice clipped. “What’ve you got?”

I watched him, curious. Bane didn’t usually take calls during board meetings. Whatever this was, it had to be important.

Bane listened for a moment, his eyes flicking around the room before landing on me.

My stomach tightened.

Why the fuck was he looking at me?

“Yeah,” Bane said into the phone, his gaze still locked on mine. “Overnight me the DNA and I’ll run it through the club database. I should have an answer within a few minutes if he matches.”

He ended the call and set his phone down on the table, a slow grin spreading across his face.

Montana leaned forward. “Who the fuck was that?”

Bane didn’t answer right away. He just sat there, grinning, shaking his head like he’d just heard the funniest joke in the world.

Then he looked at me.

Really looked at me.

And I knew, in that moment, that whatever was about to come out of his mouth was going to change everything.

“Out of all the brothers in this club,” Bane said slowly, his voice laced with amusement, “I thought you would be the one to wrap up before fucking a club whore.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut.

I sat up straighter, my mind racing, trying to process what he’d just said.

Wrap up. Club whore.

What the fuck was he talking about?

“What are you talking about?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended.

Bane’s grin widened. “That was King. From the Silver Shadows. Seems one of their club whores is pregnant. And she’s not sure who the father is. But she’s narrowed it down to a few possibilities.”

My blood ran cold.

No.

No, no, no.

“And?” Montana’s voice was hard, impatient. “What the fuck does that have to do with us?”

Bane’s eyes never left mine. “One of the possibilities is a Soulless Sinner. A brother who spent some time in Diamond Creek a few months back. King wants to run a DNA test to confirm paternity.”

The room went silent.

Every eye in the boardroom turned to me.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t process what I was hearing.

A club whore. Pregnant. Diamond Creek.

Brandy.