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“I don’t know about that. I’m almost forty.”
“Still young enough to have more babies,” I teased.
“What about you?” she asked, her eyes landing on Banshee. He sat at the bar talking to Brandy.
Before I could answer, King shouted.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Banshee
“SON OF A BITCH!”
The sound of King’s curse had everyone in the main room of the clubhouse stopping what they were doing and turning in his direction.
“I’ll be out in a minute.” He disconnected the call and then looked directly at me.
Fuck!
“Who fucking called the Gods of Mayhem?”
I looked at Aspen, her eyes wide, panic spreading across her face as she sat on the couch next to her sister Diana.
Diana had shown up recently, with Bane. Apparently, they’d met twenty years ago when she went away to college. They’d fallen in love and gotten married without telling a soul.
They’d also had two children.
Twins.
Mimic and Kytten.
Then she had disappeared. We’d heard the story from Mimic and Kytten about how one day a man showed up and took their mother. They’d ended up on the street and gotten separated when that same man, DakotafuckingStone, had found Mimic and taken him. Valhalla, the former president of the Nyght Nymphs, found Kytten under a dumpster, and raised her. Never knowing she was the daughter of the man she’d been obsessed with.
“I did,” Diana confessed as she handed the baby she’d been holding to Sam and stood up.
“You didn’t think that maybe that was something you should have fucking mentioned? That isn’t keeping a low profile, goddammit!”
“King.” Bane’s voice was harsh as he stood up for his wife.
“Fuck you, Bane. This isn’t your fucking club. Stay the fuck out of my club shit.”
“This is my family.”
“Diana is your family. Mimic and Kytten are your fucking family. The Gods of Mayhem showing up at my gate is club shit.” King ran a hand through his hair. “Tank, Big Ben, Banshee, and Jonah, come with me. Everyone else, stay the fuck inside!”
“I’m an enforcer,” Mimic declared, handing the baby he’d been holding over to Jack.
King stomped over and got in his face. “Stay the fuck inside. That is an order. And if you disobey a direct order one more fucking time, I will not just strip that patch from your cut, but also the fucking tattoo from your back.”
Diana gasped, and Mimic turned to look at his mother. When he turned back to King, he nodded.
We followed King and Cash outside to the front gate, where a dozen brothers from the Gods of Mayhem sat on their bikes.
“Not very hospitable keeping us waiting out here, King. Where the fuck is my sister?”
“Zeus, gonna need you to control that temper of yours or you can turn around and take your ass back to Texas.”
Zeus, the president of the Gods of Mayhem, swung his leg over his bike and stood with his arms crossed. “I’m not leaving without my sister.”
