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“An update on what? You all are retired.” She swung her narrowed gaze to her father. “Including you. All of you should be playing poker, drinking a damn beer, and enjoying life. Not be trying to get involved with any Shadow business.”

“You think we’re here on Shadow business?” Brick asked, obviously amused.

“What else would you be here for? Certainly not to get in my personal business, right?” She gave the man a hard stare and the volume of her voice increased. “Right?”

Should he wade in?

Nah. He’d let Vi express her thoughts before she eviscerated them.

Because they helped raise her.

He pinned his lips together to keep from grinning. It was better to enjoy the show and step in only if necessary.

Eyes shifted and so did asses in their seats. At least for five out of the seven. Of course Diesel and Mercy showed no reaction to Vi’s harsh words. Most likely because they didn’t give a fuck.

Those two would probably make great poker players.

“We’re here for a couple of reasons,” Walker said calmly. “One is to meet your new crew member.”

“One, I don’t need anyone’s approval on who I hire. Two, Dad’s already met him.”

“But that was before—” Walker abruptly shut up.

“Before what?” Vi was practically bearing her teeth. She then yelled, “Before what?”

Reaper managed to avoid wincing at her sharp tone. When caught in a den of lions, show no weakness.

“Fuck,” Hunter mumbled under his breath.

“Guess I can skip my soap opera today. This is so much fucking better!” Brick exclaimed on a laugh.

“This wouldn’t be so fucking entertaining if it was about your daughters,” Mercy barked at him.

“What the fuck are you talking about? We all co-parented D’s girls. We could be considered Vi’s stepdaddies,” Brick exclaimed.

Ryder groaned, dropped his head and shook it.

“Stepdaddies?” Vi was getting close to screeching. If she started snapping her teeth like a leopard seal, Reaper would slowly back out of the room to avoid becoming a casualty.

“You and your sisters were raised in the Warehouse. We were around you every fucking day since birth,” Mercy reminded her, sounding much more calm than Vi.

But then a man with ice in his veins usually didn’t get pissed off easily.

“Yes, and I’m grown now.”

“Don’t matter,” Diesel grunted.

Vi’s eyebrows jerked upward and her head snapped toward her father. “To me it does.”

“Still my baby girl.”

“Did you forget that you raised me to have a spine of steel?”

“Hard to forget when you’re givin’ me fuckin’ lip,” he muttered.

Oh shit.

Maybe he should take his phone out and record this exchange. Just for evidence of the upcoming bloodbath.