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“Dad, sit your ass down and shut the fuck up,” Zeus ordered. When my father opened his mouth, my brother stood. “That’s a fucking order from your goddamn president!”
“Boy...”
“Poseidon, if Kronos doesn’t sit down in the next ten seconds, put him on the fucking ground,” my brother said, his eyes burning with a controlled rage as he stared at my father.
“Daddy, please,” I whispered. I jumped up and walked to my father. “I love him, Daddy. I’ve loved him for a long time. Please bring him back for me.”
“Why him, Sugar?”
“Why her, Daddy?” I pointed at my mother.
My father looked over at my mother, who smiled at him. My father rubbed his hand over his face and groaned, “Fine.” Then he sat down next to my mother.
“They aren’t going alone,” King stated.
“King, I’d like to come with you and bring a few of my men,” Zeus said.
“We can handle it, Prez,” Eros, who didn’t speak much, assured my brother. Zeus turned on him, and Eros quoted, “The gods envy us.”
To which my brother responded, “They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last,” then smiled at Eros. “I’m still coming with you.”
“Let’s go then,” King said, standing from his seat. “Cash, you’ll stay here. I need Patch. There’s no telling what shape Banshee will be in.”
I gasped, a tear slipping down my cheek. “He’ll be alive. Skinner may be foolish, but he isn’t stupid enough to kill him and still expect a trade.”
I followed the men out into the main room. I watched as those who were going readied their weapons. King barked out orders, and men and prospects rushed to obey them.
When my father kissed my mother and walked toward the door, my brother stopped him with a hand on his chest. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going, old man?”
“Son,” my father warned.
“You’re staying here with my mother and my sisters. That’s a fucking order from your president.”
“Johnny, follow us in the SUV,” King called from the corner of the room where he stood talking to Grace. I watched them as they spoke harsh words to each other. I couldn’t hear them, but by the look on their faces, those harsh words were said out of love, not anger.
I knew what Grace was feeling right now, even if she refused to admit it. King and his men were putting their lives on the line for their brother. For Banshee.
King kissed her forehead and walked away. I moved across the room quickly and put my arms around Grace. “He’ll come back,” I whispered.
Time seemed to stand still while we waited for the men to return. I sat up straight when I heard the roar of motorcycles. A moment later, an alarm blared.
“FUCK!” Cash yelled. “Get the women upstairs.”
But there wasn’t time. The front door slammed open as men stormed through, guns raised and bullets flying. Screams rang out amidst the gunshots.
Bodies scrambled for cover. Grace and I dove behind the bar, our arms over our heads as glass and alcohol rained down on us. The gunfight went on for what felt like hours. Then finally, the room fell quiet.
I was afraid to move. Afraid to see what death and destruction lay on the other side of the bar. It had been a trap. And we had walked right into it.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Banshee
“Kaylah.”
It couldn’t be. It was impossible; it had to be a coincidence. Steele knew I’d joined the club looking for my sister. He knew what she meant to me.
“My mother’s name was Kaylah Russell, and my father, your fucking president, sold my mother, my sister Kinsley and me to the Satan’s Angels. Is that what you wanted to fucking know?” Her words were spat out in hatred. A hatred I understood. A hatred I shared.
