Page 119 of Banshee
“Asshole.” She pouted.
“Damn right,” Cash said proudly.
“I need to talk to her. I need to make sure she’s there because she wants to be. Not because she has to be,” I said.
“I’ll call Cerberus and ask him,” Nav offered. “If she isn’t there willingly, we’ll find a way to get her out, brother.”
I nodded at Nav.
“I’ll contact Morpheus, Banshee.”
“No, Rosebud, not yet.”
“Lucas, he can’t hold women against their will. I won’t let him be like my uncle.”
“Too fucking late,” Nav muttered.
“What?” Rhea asked, glaring at Nav.
“I said it’s too fucking late. He’s already like Kalden. If you’d said something when my mother was killed, Zephyr would be dead already. He wouldn’t have been able to drag Morpheus back when he left.”
“He left?” she asked.
“Yes, he left. Right after you did. He went searching for you. He met someone, and he actually fell in love. They had a son. But Kalden dragged him back to the club. Then his woman and his son disappeared, and he became Morpheus.” Nav’s voice got sharper and louder with every word as he explained to Rhea how the brother she loved became the man people feared.
“That was not her fault,” Zeus argued.
“Bullshit. She should have said something,” he shouted, slamming his hand on the table. “That was my mother!”
“Zachary, I’m so sorry you lost your mother. But I lost a friend. She was already gone. There was nothing I could do to stop that from happening.”
“Maybe you could have stopped it from happening to someone else. Me, Ravage, Eros, Indigo. None of us had a mother growing up because you kept your mouth shut and ran,” he countered, pointing his finger at Rhea for emphasis.
“Nav, enough. Now is not the time for this,” King said.
“When is the time, King? When Banshee’s niece ends up like my mother? Like your mother?”
“I SAID ENOUGH!” King slammed both hands on the table.
Nav’s phone rang, and he picked it up and looked at it. He dropped his head back and snarled at the ceiling, before putting it to his ear.
“What?” he snapped. Nav was silent for a few minutes as he listened to whoever was on the other end. “Yeah, I’ll keep an eye out for him.” He pinched the bridge of his nose as the caller continued. “Fuck you, old man.” Nav hung up the phone, and King waited. There was a barely perceptible shake of his head, meaning he would tell King later when we didn’t have visitors.
King turned to me. “What do you want to do, Banshee?”
“I want to make sure my niece is safe. And I want Steele’s head on a fucking platter.”
“I think it’s time to do what Reaper suggested and call the damn vote,” Cash said.
King picked up his phone; however, before he dialed, he said, “Not a fucking word from anyone.” He set the phone on the table and hit the speaker button.
“What do you want, King; I don’t have time for your bullshit.”
“You need to get your ass up here.”
“What the fuck for?”
“Because I have your fucking daughter, and someone tried to kill her. I expect you in two fucking days.” He ended the call before Steele could respond.
