I saw Banshee stiffen. His sister was a trigger for him. He’d killed his father brutally when he found her diary and learned that he’d been raping Banshee’s little sister.
“Kinsley and Kyllian. Titan loved those girls, and Kaylah ran off with them. He was devastated.”
Banshee lifted Aspen off his lap. “She didn’t fucking run off. The son of a bitch sold her and those girls,” he snarled as he stood up. Diesel stood with him. Mimic moved at the same time. Kronos might have been his grandfather, but Mimic had already proven once that his loyalty lay with the Silver Shadows.
“Who did he sell them to, Banshee?” Colt asked.
“Satan’s Angels. Where my sister was raped and beaten until her body gave out. According to Kyllian, after she was born, Kaylah couldn’t have any more kids. Steele felt she was worthless to him if she couldn’t give him a son. So he got rid of her.”
“And Kinsley? Where is she?”
“Kyllian believes she’s dead too. That girl is the only thing I have left of my sister, and now the Brotherhood has her.”
“How did she end up with the Brotherhood?” Rhea asked.
“After Knuckles died, the Satan’s Angels sold her to the Death Dogs.” Banshee looked at Kronos. “Sound familiar?”
“You son of a bitch,” he growled as he stood.
“Lucas, no.” Rhea placed her hands on Kronos’ chest and pushed him back into his chair.
“She married an enforcer named Pinch. Who, surprise fucking surprise, beat the shit out of her regularly.” Banshee glared at Kronos, and the tension in the room rose higher. “He owed the Brotherhood a debt, and when he didn’t pay, they took Kyllian as collateral.”
“Is she okay?” Kytten asked. “Does she need a way out?”
“No, Kytten,” I said. “She left with Firestride willingly.”
“Maybe because it would have been worse if she hadn’t. I can make contact—”
“NO!” Cash, Mimic, and Bane all yelled at the same time.
“Baby, if you want to call Magyk or Arsyn to make contact, fine. But you and my babies aren’t going anywhere near that fucking clubhouse.”
“You don’t know there are two,” she hissed.
“And you don’t know there aren’t. One or two, it doesn’t fucking matter; you aren’t going.”
“Asshole,” she pouted.
“Damn right,” Cash said proudly.
“I need to talk to her. I need to make sure she’s there because she wants to be. Not because she has to be,” Banshee said.
“I’ll call Cerberus and ask him,” Nav offered. “If she isn’t there willingly, we’ll find a way to get her out, brother.”
“I’ll contact Morpheus, Banshee.”
“No, Rosebud, not yet.”
“Lucas, he can’t hold women against their will. I won’t let him be like my uncle.”
“Too fucking late,” Nav muttered.
“What?” Rhea asked, glaring at Nav.
“I said it’s too fucking late. He’s already like Kalden. If you’d said something when my mother was killed, Zephyr would be dead already. He wouldn’t have been able to drag Morpheus back when he left.”
“He left?” she asked.
