Page 118 of Banshee
“And got shot in the process,” Aspen whined.
“When did they beat the shit out of you?” Blade asked.
I blew out a breath. “That came after.” I looked at King and waited until he met my eyes. “I know what happened to my sister.”
“How?” King asked, his voice soft, almost a whisper.
“The girl they took. Kyllian.”
“Firestride’s old lady?” Nav said, poking his head up over his computer.
I nodded. I never took my eyes off King when I said, “She’s my niece. And she Steele’s daughter.”
“What are you saying, Banshee?” King asked, sitting forward. I had his attention now.
“My sister didn’t run away. My fucking father sold her to Steele. Firestride’s old lady is Kyllian Ward.”
“Kaylah,” Kronos said. “I remember her.”
I held on tight to Aspen. Her presence on my lap was the only thing keeping me from knocking the shit out of her father.
“Kinsley and Kyllian. Titan loved those girls, and Kaylah ran off with them. He was devastated.”
Carefully, I lifted Aspen off my lap. “She didn’t fucking run off. The son of a bitch sold her and those girls,” I snarled as Istood up. Diesel stood with me, ready for battle. He growled so low, I wondered if anyone other than me heard him.
Mimic moved with me. I wasn’t sure if he’d meant to help me or stop me. With him, you never knew what he was thinking.
“Who did he sell them to, Banshee?” Colt asked.
“Satan’s Angels. Where my sister was raped and beaten until her body gave out. According to Kyllian, after she was born, Kaylah couldn’t have any more kids. Steele felt she was worthless to him if she couldn’t give him a son. So he got rid of her.”
“And Kinsley? Where is she?”
“Kyllian believes she’s dead too. That girl is the only thing I have left of my sister, and now the Brotherhood has her.”
“How did she end up with the Brotherhood?” Rhea asked.
“After Knuckles died, Satan’s Angels sold her to the Death Dogs.” I looked at Kronos. “Sound familiar?”
“You son of a bitch,” he growled as he stood.
“Lucas, no.” Rhea placed her hands on Kronos’ chest and pushed him back into his chair.
“She married an enforcer named Pinch. Who, surprise fucking surprise, beat the shit out of her regularly.” I didn’t say a word as I glared at Kronos. I didn’t have to. The look I gave him told him exactly what I thought of him. “He owed the Brotherhood a debt, and when he didn’t pay, they took Kyllian as collateral.”
“Is she okay?” Kytten asked. “Does she need a way out?”
“No, Kytten,” King said. “She left with Firestride, willingly.”
“Maybe because it would have been worse if she hadn’t. I can make contact—”
“NO!” Cash, Mimic, and Bane all yelled at the same time.
“Baby, if you want to call Magyk or Arsyn and have them make contact, fine. But you and my babies aren’t going anywhere near that fucking clubhouse.”
“You don’t know there are two,” she hissed.
“And you don’t know there aren’t. You aren’t going.”
