Steel's POV
“You’re so p***y-whipped it’s not even funny!” he roared, despite it only being me and Knives in the room. He was fuming as he tore up the floor, prancing between me and his second in command. He took two steps in one direction, but then quickly spun on his heel and got in my face.
“I’m trying to win a goddamn custody battle!” he yelled and for a second there, I was sure he was going to hit me. “I can kiss any chances of ever seeing my baby girl if any kind of s**t shows up here!”
“She gave us her word,” I said, keeping my voice calm on purpose and not taking his outburst personally. “She’ll warn us if s**t is about to hit the fan.”
“Because women are so trustworthy,” Knives snorted and rolled his eyes. I ignored him because he – as Cracker would say – was biased! He had a
