Leaning back, Monty shrugged. “How the hell should I know?”
Sin laid his palms on the table. “I have no patience when it comes to you and Dakota is itching to break every bone in your good-for-nothing body. Answer the question, Monty. Where are they?”
“I’m not telling you douchebags a goddamn thing.”
“You’re a mess,” Maverick said.
“Monty,” Colton said, “you remember what happens when Sin gets angry. He gets even. And you know how crazy Dakota is. Answer the damn question.”
Monty stared at the one-way mirror, then at Sin. “Is Evangeline watching your every macho move? She’s not interested in you. You were a—what did she call you?—a one-night distraction.” He threw his head back and laughed, the shrillness piercing Sin’s ears. “Ouch. She’s way out of your league, asshole.”
Monty had no leverage where Evangeline was concerned. “Monty, you’ve fucked with me for the last time.”
“I fucked with you?” Monty shouted. “We were friends andyouturned me in. You got me kicked out of Harvard.Harvard, you asshole.Harvard!”
“You got yourself expelled becauseyoucheated,” Dakota said. “You stole two hundred and twenty grand from us, you tried to kill my brother, and you murdered an innocent sheriff’s deputy. Bravo, Monty.”
“Who’s therealdouchebag?” Maverick asked.
Monty flipped him the finger.
“Over the past decade, you’ve scammed dozens of women out of millions of dollars.” Sin narrowed his gaze. “Your family must besoproud of you.”
“Fuck you.”
“You’re obsessed with Evangeline, but eliminating me won’t win you the girl.” He paused. “Evangeline doesn’t want you. She never wanted you. You disgust her.”
Monty jumped up and Jacoby, Dakota, and Maverick drew their weapons.
“Easy, ladies,” Monty said, backing down. “My business partner came up with me from Florida and you killed him. You fucked with my businessandtook out my best guy. You know I always follow through on my threats. I was just getting even.”
He is Uncle Charlie.Sin tossed his brother a nod.
Dakota leaned down behind Monty and whispered, “You tried to killmybest guy. How ‘bout this?” Dakota lifted him out of the chair, slammed him against the wall, and wrapped his fingers around his throat. “You explain to us what business you’re talking about and I won’t fuck up that ugly mug of yours.” He turned back to Sin. “You know how much I hate this motherfucker, right?”
“I need answers,” Sin said. “Now.”
Dakota continued squeezing for several more seconds, releasing him just before he passed out. Monty coughed and gasped for air while holding his neck. Dakota threw him back into the chair.
“Speak,” Sin rasped, his patience long gone.
“After Pete went to collect that girl’s baby, he vanished.” Monty sucked down a breath. “I dug around, learned The Fixer took the woman and her kid back to her rich parents. I stood to make an easy ten grand on that sweet deal. You screwed me over. Just likeyougot me expelled. So what if I turned in your papers with my name on them? And about our business?” He stared at each of the men at the table. “Imanaged that money.Igrew those profits. That money was mine to take.”
As the two men glared at each other across the conference table, Sin said, “You torched my club.”
Monty’s lips split into a menacing smile. “I had no idea that accelerant would be so fast acting.”
“You ran me off the road.” The controlled rage in his voice snagged everyone’s attention.
Monty’s smug expression boosted Sin’s hatred of him. “I hate failing, don’t you?” Monty asked.
Eyeing his mortal enemy, Sin said, “I wouldn’t know. I. Don’t. Fail.” His cold stare bore into him. “Ever.”
Dakota grabbed Monty’s wrist. “You’re right handed, aren’t you?”
“Get the fuck away from me,” Monty bit out.
“Hold him down,” Sin said, before pushing out of his chair. “I’m gonna break his finger.”
