“Bullshit. Like you had nothing to do with your parents’ death?”
Now Demise was pale as he looked between me and Steele. Steele’s mask was back in place. “A rival club killed my parents, and you fucking know it.”
“Maybe next time, don’t brag about it in your office after Sypher set up your fucking security.” I looked over at Apollo. With Nav not here, Apollo had offered to step in for him. He pushed a button on a tablet, and the voices of Steele and his brother Stone rang out in the room.
I watched the faces of my brothers from Arkansas change as they heard their president and vice president confess to killing their parents. Titan was a well-loved president, and he was still mourned to this day.
Angel stepped up and chest bumped Steele. “What the fuck did you do, motherfucker? You killed your own damn father?” Angel’s hands fisted at his side, and I knew he was ready to blow.
I placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Angel, but this is Banshee’s kill.”
Angel looked at me. “Why?”
I glared at Steele. “Ask your former president who his wife was and what the fuck happened to her.”
Chapter Fifteen
Grace
I’d stopped listening when Steele said he wasn’t my father. He said I was looking for the Yankee. What the hell did that mean? Who was the fucking Yankee?
“I’m sorry, Angel, but this is Banshee’s kill.”
I looked up in time to see Angel turn and ask, “Why?”
King glared at Steele and replied, “Ask your former president who his wife was and what the fuck happened to her.”
King knew about Steele’s wife and daughters? I’d never thought to ask him when he joined the club. I didn’t remember him, though there were ten years between us. If he’d joined at eighteen, I would have only been eight years old. By that age, my mother had stopped bringing me to the clubhouse.
Steele was silent. Everyone in the room waited for him to answer. Angel, the enforcer for the Arkansas Chapter, moved closer.
“What the fuck did you do? You said she fucking left. She took the girls and ran.”
“He fucking sold them!” Banshee yelled from the side of the room. Jingles and Poseidon from the Gods of Mayhem held him back.
“Grace, it’s time to go,” Johnny whispered.
“I’m not leaving.”
“King said—”
“King can go fuck himself. I’m not leaving,” I hissed at Johnny. I moved behind the bar, knowing I could drop down ifanything happened. But there was no way I was walking away. Not now. Not when the information I needed was being held by a man I thought was my father. A man I’d hated with everything inside me.
A man I still hated.
If Banshee was right, he’d sold his wife and daughters. Steele looked over at Banshee and grinned. “She was right under your fucking nose.”
“You fucking cocksucker!” Banshee roared. Big Ben moved to help Jingles and Poseidon. They were having trouble holding Banshee back.
Angel drew his gun and held it to Steele’s head. “I should blow your fucking brains out. I knew she wouldn’t fucking run, you son of a bitch. What the fuck did you do with her?”
Steele held his arms out wide. “Fucking do it. Did you think I didn’t know you were fucking my wife?”
I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to hold back the gasp. Banshee was screaming obscenities at Steele and Angel both, as the men struggled to hold him back. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement.
Lynch had slipped around the room unnoticed by the Silver Shadows and Gods of Mayhem, who were all focused on the exchange between Steele and Angel.
He’d pulled his own gun and was making his way toward King. I opened my mouth to scream at him to look out, when Indie slipped in behind Lynch, a knife in her hand.
