“What?”
“You remember Kay?”
“Steele’s wife? Yeah, she took off with the kids.”
He shook his head. “He sold her off to the Satan’s Angels. She and the girls.”
“That son of a bitch!” I hissed.
“That’s not the worst of it,” he began. We stood on opposite sides of the bed, facing each other as he told me everything they’d learned about Steele and Stone. The proof Sypher had found that they’d had their parents killed and how his wife, Kay, was the sister Banshee had been looking for when he joined the club.
He explained about Angel being in love with Kay and their affair. And her being pregnant when Steele sold her. Now he was looking for the daughter he’d lost. My hands clenched at my sides as I thought about my own child.
“He’ll never find that baby, if she even survived.”
“Maybe, but he has to try. He’s got Banshee and the Brotherhood to back him up.
“The Brotherhood? What the fuck do they have to do with it, and why would they help?”
“Firestride claimed a woman.”
My mouth dropped open. The Brotherhood of Bastards didn’t claim women. In all the years the club had been around, a woman had never been claimed. Plenty of kids came out of that shithole club. Nav was one of them. But never a woman.
“His woman is Kyllian. Kay’s daughter.”
“Fucking Christ. What about Kay? And Kinsley?”
King breathed out a slow breath. “Kay died. Kinsley is unknown.”
I zipped my bag and threw it over my shoulder. “This life isn’t for the weak.” Before I got around the side of the bed, King’s next words hit me like a gut punch.
“She lost the baby.”
My jaw tightened and fists clenched. “I know. Justin told me when I left the hospital.”
“How long were you there?”
I reached up to scratch the scars on my chest. They didn’t itch anymore, but the first two years were torture as the skin puckered and healed.
“Six months.”
“Christ. He should have called me.”
“I told him not to,” I said, setting the bag on the bed and moving around the room, tidying up. I didn’t care if the room was clean; he had people to do that. But I couldn’t look at him. I didn’t want to have this conversation. Justin knew not to bring her up, but King liked to push. He liked to stick his nose where it didn’t fucking belong.
“Would you fucking look at me!” he shouted.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened them, I looked at him and asked, “What do you want me to say?”
“Why did he wait so long to tell you?”
I turned my back to him and sat on the bed. “Because he wanted me to have something to live for.”
“And she wasn’t worth living for?”
I didn’t have an answer to that. Morgan Delany was like no other woman I had ever known. She was in her senior year of college when I met her. We burned hot and fast, and when we found out she was pregnant, I’d asked her to marry me out of amisplaced obligation. I didn’t want my kid growing up the way Justin and I had.
“I was with her when she lost him.”
