Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Grace and Johnny appear. Steele again ignored her, his concentration on Kronos.
Finally, he turned to me. “Where the fuck is my daughter?”
“I’m right here,” Grace said, stepping forward, Johnny right behind her. Big Ben and Ace closed ranks to protect Grace. Zero and Stocks covered the door.
Steele eyed Grace. He started laughing. “She isn’t my fucking daughter.”
“What?” Grace whispered.
“I’m not your fucking father, Grace.”
Grace gasped, and I walked up and got in Steele’s face. “You know who she fucking is?”
“Of course I do. She looks just like her whore mother.”
I didn’t realize I had even moved. My arm pulled back, and I slammed it into Steele’s mouth, knocking him on the fucking ground. I turned to Angel. “You get the votes?”
“I did.”
“What the fuck?” Demise shouted, rushing over to help Steele to his feet. Lynch moved toward me, and Mimic stood in front of him. He sneered at Mimic, “Move your ass, kid, before I fucking move it for you.”
“I’d be careful who you threaten, Lynch,” Cash said. “That’s my old lady’s brother, and I don’t take kindly to someone threatening him. And neither does his old lady.” Cash smiled as Indie tapped Lynch on the shoulder. When he turned and looked at her, he scoffed.
I had to admit, Indie didn’t look like much, but I’d seen what she could do. Her arm shot out like a bullet and jabbed Lynch in the throat. He dropped to his knees, gasping for air.
“What the fuck are you doing, King?” Steele shouted.
“I remember you,” Grace said, getting mine and Steele’s attention. “I have a picture of you and my mother when she was pregnant. And I remember you coming to the house.”
“Sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t fuck your mother until after she was pregnant. You’re looking for the Yankee.”
“What Yankee?” I growled, getting in his face again.
“Prez?” Banshee’s voice was deep; I thought I’d heard him growl until I remembered Aspen had left Diesel here.
“You’ll get your turn, Banshee, don’t worry.”
“His turn for what?”
“To beat the shit out of you. I might even let him fucking kill you.”
Steele stood up to his full height, thinking he could intimidate me. He was no longer the man I respected. The man I admired. I knew exactly who he was now.
“We took a vote.” I reached up and ripped the president patch off his chest and handed it to Angel. “You’re interim president until a vote is taken.”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I leaned in and whispered, “I know what you fucking did.” I let my voice get louder. “I know you set Chasm up to go into that warehouse alone. I may not have proof, but I’m willing to bet he fucking does.”
“Chasm died because he didn’t follow orders.”
I stepped back, my hand on my chest. “You didn’t hear? Chasm didn’t die, asshole.”
“What?” Steele’s face paled. He looked over at Demise.
“You fucked up. If you’re gonna kill someone, make sure they’re dead, cocksucker.”
“I had nothing to do with that explosion,” Steele argued.
