Page 81 of Banshee
“Zephyr.”
My hand dropped immediately, and I stepped back. Diesel moved to my side, allowing Kronos to pull his wife into his arms.
“That motherfucker!” Bane cursed.
King glared at me and then moved his eyes to Bane before looking around the room. His eyes locked onto Eros.
“Lift your fucking shirt,” he ordered.
“You’re not my president,” Eros answered.
King walked around the table until he stood in front of Eros, Diesel at his feet—growling low.
“Lift your fucking shirt, or I will let the beast tear the fucking thing off.”
Eros glared at King. His eyes dropped to the dog whose fur was standing straight up. He bared his teeth and growled. Diesel was fucking huge, and scary on a good day. When he bared his teeth, your only hope was if Aspen called him back—or a clean shot to the forehead.
My brothers and I carried in church. In fact, the only time we didn’t have a weapon on us in the clubhouse were when we were fucking and when we were sleeping. Then again, the former didn’t always guarantee we weren’t armed. As for the latter, our guns were only an arm’s reach away.
But guests had to leave their weapons with the prospect at the door. None of the Gods of Mayhem brothers had a weapon on their body. They didn’t need one to inflict pain and damage. But they were no match for Aspen’s hell beast. It was the only reason Kronos hadn’t been able to kill me when I touched his wife. Diesel was getting a steak every fucking night for the rest of his life.
I hadn’t thought when I grabbed Gabriella. When she mentioned my mother’s death, I simply reacted. My father had his suspicions about what had happened to my mother, but there was never any proof, and if you were a Bastard, you didn’t accuse a brother of taking a shit without concrete solid fucking evidence.
Eros looked at me, and I nodded. This wasn’t the time for secrets, not anymore.
“Sugar, can you call your dog back?” Zeus asked Aspen.
“No, Zeus, I don’t think I will,” Aspen said. “I’m sorry, Eros.”
Eros looked at Aspen and nodded. He reached for his shirt, his eyes on King’s as he pulled it from the waistband of his jeans, lifting the hem to his neck so we could see the tattoo inked there.
“Fuck,” Zeus cursed, slamming his fist into the wall behind him.
Kronos was quiet. I’d bet my whole fucking setup he’d known who the fuck Eros was the whole time. And never told his son.
“Does he know?” Bane asked, his eyes on Eros’ chest.
“No.”
Eros’ brother was a Bastard. None of the Bastards knew we wore the brand aside from my father. I wasn’t even sure if Morpheus knew.
“I don’t have a choice, King,” I said. “We have enough shit going on with the Death Dogs. If Morpheus finds out we knew where his sister was and said nothing. Well, the Death Dogs will be the least of our worries.”
“You didn’t seem to have a problem knowing wheremysister was without saying shit,” Zeus growled.
“Zeus, all due respect, you aren’t fucking Morpheus,” I hissed.
King walked back to his seat. As he passed by me, I uttered, “I didn’t have a choice, King.”
“Fuck you, Nav.”
“Titan knew,” I said.
King spun around and slammed his fist into my jaw. “I DIDN’T FUCKING KNOW!”
King sat in his chair and said, “Everyone, get the fuck out.”
The few still sitting slowly rose from their seats and quietly left the room. I held back. King sat in his chair and glared at me as Cash followed the others to the door.
