Page 72 of Banshee
“Are you?” she asked her daughter.
Kytten elbowed Cash and scowled at him. “You weren’t supposed to say anything yet.” Diana hugged her daughter, and Bane glared at Cash.
“Rhea,” Poseidon said. “I can’t keep them waiting much longer.”
“Right, okay.” Rhea looked around. “King, he won’t wait much longer.”
King looked at me, and I shook my head. “Okay.” He pulled out his phone. “Let them in.” He dropped his phone into his cut and said, “Poseidon, keep your president under control. I will not hesitate to throw his ass downstairs.”
We waited with bated breath as the front doors opened and Kronos stepped inside, followed by Zeus and the rest of his men.
“Baby girl!” Kronos’ voice boomed around the room, and Diana ran to her father, throwing her arms around him as he lifted her in the air.
Anger and rage boiled inside me as I watched this heartfelt reunion, knowing Aspen was upstairs not feeling safe enough to have a reunion of her own.
“Easy, brother,” King whispered beside me. I answered him with a grunt, while my eyes remained locked onto the reunion in front of me.
“Diana!” Zeus was next, as he pulled his sister into his arms. I hadn’t met Diana until she’d shown up at the clubhouse with Bane a few days ago. She’d gone off to college just as I finished prospecting for the Silver Shadows and never came home. You’d have thought he would have been more careful with his second daughter after what happened to the first one.
But no, when I’d said no, he’d found someone else to marry Aspen. Someone who beat the shit out of her and put her in the hospital, almost killing her. It was no wonder she wasn’t in a hurry for a reconciliation.
“Indie?” Apollo, the Gods of Mayhem chaplain, called out to Mimic’s old lady.
She smiled at him and made a move toward him before Mimic caught her around the waist, stopping her from going to the older man.
“Fuck no,” he growled.
“There a problem with me saying hello to my protégé?” Apollo asked.
“You can say hello from where you’re fucking standing,” Mimic answered, and I moved to intercept Apollo.
“Step back, Apollo.”
“Fuck off, Banshee.”
“He’s Kronos’ grandson, and he’s just as feral about his woman as the old man is.”
“WHAT?” Kronos’ voice split the room. He marched over and stood in front of Mimic. “I have a grandson?” Mimic didn’t say a word. He pushed Indie behind him and eyed his grandfather.
“And a granddaughter,” Rhea told him.
“He looks like—”
“I know, Lucas,” Rhea whispered. “King, we need to talk.”
King nodded. “Silver Shadow officers, in church. Banshee, you too.”
“Why him?” Kronos sneered. His disgust aimed at me was as clear as mine directed at him.
“Because it’s my fucking house,” King answered.
“Lucas, please.” Rhea placed a hand on her husband’s arm, and he melted. Everyone knew Kronos loved his wife. Protected her at any cost. Except no one knew what he was protecting her from.
“King, I would like my daughter and her family at this meeting as well. This concerns them.”
King glanced my way, and again, I shook my head. I wouldn’t reveal Aspen’s whereabouts without talking to her first.
“Bane, Diana, and Kytten, please join us.”
