Page 103 of Banshee
My chin dropped to my chest. I couldn’t look at her. I couldn’t face my sister’s child with the shame I was feeling right now. I had been so fucking close.
When Kaylah disappeared, I’d searched everywhere for her. How had she ended up with the Silver Shadows, and why did he lie to me? Why, when I came to him begging for help, did he lie to my fucking face and tell me he would do everything in his power to help me find her?
He fucking knew where she was. He sold my sister and her children like a head of fucking cattle.
“Who?” I asked.
“Who what?” Her voice sharp, dripping with anger.
“Who fucking bought her?” I lifted my head and stared into her eyes. My sister’s eyes. My mother’s eyes. “Who did Steele sell her to?”
“Why do you care?”
“Because she was my fucking sister!” I shouted. “Who fucking bought her?”
Her head snapped back as if I’d hit her, and shame washed over me again. This was my niece. My sister's daughter. I didn’t want her to be afraid of me. I didn’t want her to hate me. I hated myself enough for the both of us.
“The Satan’s Angels,” she whispered.
I took deep breaths, slowly inhaling to control the rage that was coursing through my body. I looked at her again; she read the question on my face.
“Knuckles.”
That son of a bitch was already dead. Knuckles had been VP of Satan’s Angels before he was killed by Ink, a member of the Golden Skulls, when he was a teenager and walked in on his dad being fucked by the VP. Their president Steele was also dead. He’d been killed by Fury, back in January, after Fury’s old lady was kidnapped.
Though mine was still alive.
For now.
Steele and Stone. President and VP of the Silver Shadows’ Mother Chapter. Two dead men walking. They were responsible for the death of their parents. We knew that now thanks to Sypher. They were responsible for Chasm. They were responsible for my sister and my niece.
“What happened to you when your mother died?”
She stared back at me, her eyes wide. A hint of stubbornness peeked out from behind what looked like curiosity. She looked away; her curiosity replaced by shame. Shame she didn’t deserve. Shame she shouldn’t feel.
“Sweetheart, what happened?”
“After my mother died, I was sold to the Death Dogs.”
I inhaled deeply. Haizley’s voice ran through my head. Words she had said to Aspen when her panic started. Only, what I was feeling wasn’t panic. It was fury.
It was a tornado building inside me. Anger swirled with shame. The two emotions circled each other in different directions, building a storm that would destroy the earth. One that would destroy Steele.
When I got my hands on that cocksucker, I would make sure he felt everything my sister had. Every punch, every broken bone, every rape that he was responsible for.
I had never seen Steele mistreat a woman. In all the years I’d served under him, I’d never seen him hit a woman or take a woman against her will. But the fact that he sold my sister to the Satan’s Angels.
We all knew what they did. What they were capable of. All I had to do was close my eyes, and I would see everything my sister had endured at their hands.
“Why are you here?”
“You’re my uncle?”
“You knew you had an uncle?” I asked.
“Not until recently.” She continued to stare at me as if trying to work something out. “A man came to the clubhouse and asked if my uncle knew I was there.”
There? Not here?
