“Fuck, Nav.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to stave off the beginning of a fucking migraine.
“I know, I know. I didn’t mean to, but we were talking about the table and who could sit at it.”
“Those fucking rules.”
“Yeah, but I have an idea. Whoever sits at the table has to be a descendant of the original five members of the Golden Skulls. They also have to be a president. Right now, there are only two if you take Val out of the equation. That leaves Reaper and Zeus. Reaper doesn’t want it, and we can agree we don’t want Zeus at the table. Kronos would be in his ear.”
I looked at my office door. No, we didn’t want Zeus at the fucking table.
“So what’s your plan?” I asked cautiously.
“Kytten.”
“What the fuck?!” I barked, standing up.
“We release the information about Val to the Nyght Nymphs, and Kytten can take over as president. Val raised her from a child; it makes sense she would take over. We put her at the table. Cash would be there with her, and possibly Mimic as well.”
He had a point. I thought about who sat at that table. Maxim would never hurt Kytten, nor would Sal. Cesar Vitale was another man I knew wouldn’t hurt her. I had a tentative trucewith Garcia. The only wild card would be the Triad, but with the others there, they would protect her.
“I’ll talk to Cash, then talk to Kytten.” The line went silent, and I looked at my phone, wondering if we’d been disconnected. “What else?”
“Sypher wants to know what happened.”
I blew out a breath and rubbed the back of my neck. “Tell him the bare minimum, and he can’t tell Pippen until we say. I don’t want the information out and Amber learning about her mother from someone that isn’t us.”
“Got it.”
This time he did end the call. I sat there for a minute as I digested what Nav proposed. Cash was going to lose his shit, but Nav was right. Kytten was the best option for us.
I made my way back down the hall to church. As I passed by the kitchen, I looked in and saw Kytten and Sam sitting at the table with the kids. When I didn’t see Indie, I stepped inside.
“I thought Indie was in here with you?”
“She is,” Sam answered without looking up from the baby she was feeding.
“Where is she?”
“I’m right here.”
“Jesus fuck!” I jumped when I heard Indie’s voice behind me. “Where the fuck were you?”
“I was right there.” She pointed toward the coffeemaker on the counter. That was when I noticed the cup in her hand. How the fuck had I not seen her?
I walked out without a word. Shaking my head, I entered church and found Venom and Mimic standing toe to toe.
“What the fuck is going on? I leave you for two fucking seconds and everything goes to shit.”
“Zombie, pull your man back.”
“Can’t do that, Prez. This is something they gotta work out on their own.”
I scanned my men; Jingles sat in his chair watching the two enforcers face off. Jack had a grin bigger than the fucking state of Texas, and Cash was trying his best not to smile.
“What the fuck are they doing?”
“Staring contest,” Blade said without looking at me.
“What?”
