No matter what this was about, I would have his back.

Leaning against the door, I asked, “What’s goin’ on?”

“Get over here. Stand next to Saint.”

He still had a grip on Heaven’s hair, so I listened and walked over to lean back against the wall to the side of Zion’s office chair, where he sat.

“What do you want, Steve?” Zion demanded in a cold tone.

“More money,” he stated and gave Heaven another shake, causing her to whimper.

“What do you mean?” Zion asked.

“I know she makes more than she’s bringin’ home. She said you guys keep it. I want what’s owed.”

Anger filled me. I straightened, my hands at my sides fisted. His gaze swung to me when I said harshly, “You mean to say you’re her dad, and she’s workin’ here because you want her money?”

“Kylo,” Zion warned.

I ignored it and snarled, “Well?”

Zion turned enough to look up at me, but I didn’t take my eyes away from goddamn Steve.

He laughed. “What’s it to you?”

“You see, I got a problem with parents making their kids do shit they don’t want to do.”

He waved the gun around. “Seems like I got the upper hand here. I don’t need to say shit.”

“He’s my boyfriend,” Heaven whispered. Steve dropped his hold on her hair to backhand her. She cried out and dropped to the floor. I took a step their way until Zion’s hand shot out, stopping me. I ground my teeth together as fury slammed into me. Why the fuck was Zion allowing this shit to go on? This place was locked down like Fort Knox. How did this motherfucker get through in the first place?

And seriously, Heaven could do so much better than this fucker.

“Touch her again, and you’ll pay in more blood than you already owe us,” Zion snarled.

Steve threw his head back and laughed. “That right? I don’t see anyone running to the rescue. I fucking own this situation. I know you got a safe in here. Open it, give me the money owed, and I’ll be on my damn way.” He waved the gun between Zion and me.

“Just fuckin’ relax,” Zion barked.

Steve kept his gun on Zion and I didn’t like it at all. My feet twitched to move in front of him and my hands clenched to stop from grabbing Zion and pulling him behind me.

Christ, if anything happened…. I couldn’t even think of it.

“Move,” Steve yelled.

“You keep yellin’, you’ll alert people.”

Steve tapped his forehead with the tip of the gun and then moved it back to Zion when he said, “See, I don’t think you’re takin’ me serious.”

The gun fired. I dove for Zion and took him to the ground, while cursing over and over, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Then chaos erupted.

Doors opened. Heaven screamed. Steve yelled. Another shot fired before Death took him to the ground, and a heap of other brothers surrounded them to help.