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I smiled sweetly at King over my shoulder. Encircling Dante’s arm with my own, I said, loud enough for Danny to hear, “Let’s go see our daughter.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Ghost
As soon as the door closed, Sypher shook his head. “That’s why I don’t want a fucking wife!”
Everyone laughed, including me. I loved that fucking woman and her snarky ass attitude.
“Alright, everyone, shut the fuck up!” King barked as he stood, pulling his phone from his back pocket and dialing a number. Holding a finger to his lips, directed at Sypher, he hit the button for the speaker and laid it on the table. King placed his hands on the table as we all waited for Steele to answer.
“I don’t have time for bullshit right now, King.”
“You forget to tell me something, asshole?”
“I don’t have to tell you shit. You fucking left. You wanted out, so you packed up and moved to the fucking prairie.”
“You couldn’t give me a fucking heads-up my sister was coming,” Gunner growled into the phone.
“Shit.” Steele sighed. “Ok, in my defense she was only here for a few minutes. Nothing happened to her or the kid. Congrats on the niece by the way, she’s cute. Looks nothing like your giant ass, thank God.”
“Fucking focus,” King snarled.
“Watch your fucking tone. I’m still your goddamn president.”
Something wasn’t right. Steele and Stone had just been here nine months ago. Everything seemed fine then. Aside from Angel, Steel’s enforcer, trying to take Beck upstairs against her will.
But when King knocked him out, Steele claimed it was all good and Angel deserved it. But clearly there was no more joy in Mudville.
“Mellie showed up with the kid, looking for you. Only you never fucking told her you’d moved. So, you tell me who’s the asshole?”
“Steele, please, for the love of God,” Jingles groaned.
With a frustrated breath, he continued, “I offered to send a couple of guys to escort her north. She declined and slipped out in the chaos when my guys came back from a run.”
“What happened on the run?” Cash asked.
Silence greeted us before Steele spoke directly to Cash.
“Hey, brother, sorry to hear about your old lady.”
Cash’s jaw tensed, and I knew he was grinding his teeth. He wouldn’t let us talk about Rachel. Any time someone brought her up, he left the room.
The room was silent as we waited to see how he would react. We all knew there was no love lost between Cash and Steele. We just didn’t know why.
“Thanks,” he replied through gritted teeth.
“What happened on the run? Mellie said your guys came back injured,” King asked, changing the subject and directing it back to the topic he wanted.
“They got ambushed. The sale was fucking bogus.”
“Any losses?”
“Yea, lost eight men. The rest came home shot to hell.”
“Any idea what they were after?” Nav asked.
Our eyes were glued to the phone as though we expected the answers to physically step out from the speaker as sentient beings, rather than words.
