Page 47 of Tye

She turned to Ice and sent him a dark glare, and Ice ducked his chin.

“And you. Don’t you ever spit on your cut like that. Wearing a Rage MC cut is a privilege, and not everyone understands that. But knowing who your parents are, you spat in our faces. For how cavalier you just were, I’d bust you back to candidate. No cut should be given up easily, and you clearly lacked respect, son. You ever treat your role and colours with disrespect again, I’ll put you in the ring and beat you senseless,” Phoe hissed at him.

Ice had the grace to seem ashamed. “Mom…”

“No! I get Demi’s it for you. And you’d do anything. Tye, I can admire the depth of your feelings for her. But never use your cut to threaten your father! Now go help Eddie in the stables!”

Ice glowered but stomped away.

I turned to Phoe in awe. “Wow.”

“Nando will be here soon. The bombing isn’t Fury, which is what everyone is thinking. I’ve just spoken to him, and he’ll explain when he gets here,” Phoe said. “Go inside and get a hot drink, all of you. And remember, you are guests here, and I won’t tolerate rudeness or ignorance on both sides.”

“I now see why Hellfire took a sister,” Pops muttered to Uncle Deke, who nodded.

“Yup.”

Ice

I was calmer when I entered the house. I hadn’t helped Eddie in the stables but had stomped to the ice rink and back again. Mom was right, as much as I hated to admit it. I’d disrespectedmy cut and role. Dad should be ripping me a new one. Shame flooded me. Dad had given me Legacy, even though we weren’t blood, and I had shit on that. I owed him a massive apology.

As I headed in, I saw Nando pull up with Bobby Lucas. Neither of them looked amused.

“Bobby, Nando,” I greeted.

Nando nodded while Bobby offered a chin lift.

“You okay? Heard you were present at the blast,” Nando asked as we entered the Hall together.

“I’m fine, Demi was blown backwards. I think she’s got a concussion. Mom was calling Doc Gibbons out to check her,” I replied.

Neither man said anything, but their lips pursed. I silently dared them to say a word, but they didn’t as they followed me to the Drawing Room.

Everyone was there: Pops, Demi, Deke, Carter, and Gid. Dad, Hawthorne, Davies, and Mom.

“Would you like a drink?” Mom offered and began pouring from a coffee pot before they replied. She handed them coffees and sat back down.

“Any news?” Dad asked as I walked over and sat my ass by Demi.

“Kieran West, I believe you know him,” Nando said as he sat down.

I stiffened.

“West? He attacked me on the ice, and the last I heard, he was being charged and possibly banned from the NHL,” I replied, looking confused.

“Our counterparts in Chicago reached out to us today. West has been charged but is out on bail. He has also been kicked from the NHL and has a lifelong ban forbidding him playing, coaching, or taking any role in ice hockey,” Nando informed everyone.

“Okay. What’s that got to do with me?”

“West blames you. He was heard in a bar three nights ago, making threats and promising to get even with you,” Bobby said.

I jumped to my feet and motioned to my arm. “He fuckin’ attacked me. I’m out of the game for months while everything heals. And he puts the blame on me?” I hissed.

“Yeah. Chicago PD went to arrest him but found he’s not been seen for five days. They discovered some disturbing notes, all hate-filled and aimed at you and Carmine. Carmine and Molly are on their way home right now,” Nando said.

Mom turned to Liz, who nodded and sent a message on her phone. I knew that Carmine and Molly would have security on them within hours. They’d been away for a few weeks after the world series, and Carmine had taken Molly to Hawaii to look at volcanoes. Don’t ask me, it was Molly’s thing.

“West made a threat against Carmine?” I asked.