“Who?”
“Steele.”
I sat up quickly. “How the fuck is he here already? I just called him this morning.”
“I don’t know, but he’s not alone.”
I walked into the main room and scanned the faces looking for Grace. I caught Johnny’s eye and tipped my head, signaling him over to me.
“What do you need, Prez?”
“Find Grace and bring her to me.”
He took off down the hall, and I looked around at the women who filled the room. I needed them all out of here.
“Anyone not wearing a cut needs to go. Now.”
“King, what’s going on?” Kronos asked.
“Steele is here.”
“Already? You just fucking called him this morning.”
“Which means he was already in the area, or almost here,” I told him, as I watched the women gather up the children.
Aspen stopped by my side. “Diesel is staying with Banshee. Don’t let anyone shoot my dog, King.”
I smiled at her and said, “I promise,” though we both knew it was a promise I might not be able to keep.
All the women had gone, except for one. I knew Kytten wasn’t happy about being shooed away, but with her being pregnant, Cash would have insisted on it.
I looked over at Indie. She stood against the wall by the front door, half covered in shadows. I should have known she’d be stubborn. She nodded, letting me know she had my back. Mine and every brother under me.
The door opened, and Steele walked in with Angel and a dozen other men. All but two of them were men I knew I could count on.
Lynch and Demise.
Two men who were as fucked up as Steele and Stone. And you had to be fucked up to kill parents like Titan and Kimberly.
I caught Jingles’ eye and directed him to Banshee. I couldn’t let my brother go off like a rocket. Not until we had answers.
“I’m surprised to see you here, Steele.”
“You called and said my daughter was here.” He shrugged. “Where the fuck is she?”
“I called you this morning. It’s an almost fourteen-hour ride.”
“I was already on my way here. Have some shit to work out.”
“With the Death Dogs?” I asked, wondering if he would be truthful.
“As a matter of fact, yes.” He looked around the room. “Looks like you fared well.” His eyes landed on Kronos, and something passed over his face. Something that looked a bit like fear.
“We lost Hash. And two club girls. Tank and a prospect are both in the hospital, and most of my men are wounded. You want to share what the fuck you need to work out with the club that declared war on us?”
He ignored my question as he looked over at the Gods of Mayhem brothers standing in the corner. “Kronos, I’m surprised to see you here.”
“I’m sure you are,” was all the older man replied.
