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“Fuck you, Jack. The kid is so fucking ordinary it hurts.”

“Like the fucking tundra.” Jingles snorted.

Pointing at Jingles, Gunner said, “That’s it. His name is fucking Tundra. I’ll put him on Freeway. Any time he leaves the fucking clubhouse, I want Tundra following him.”

“Fine,” King conceded. “Got a call from Zeus.”

We all groaned at once.

Zeus was the President of the Gods of Mayhem out of Athens, Texas. They were an ally to our Mother Chapter in Arkansas and by extension, us. However, there was no love lost between the clubs.

Years ago, Kronos, Zeus’ father and the president at the time, tried to marry off his daughter to Banshee. Kronos wanted to cement the two clubs, but his daughter was too fucking young.

Banshee told him to fuck off.

Kronos wasn’t thrilled with that.

None of us had ever met her, and we didn’t know why he had chosen Banshee. But given Banshee was thirty-eight, and the girl was only twenty-three, Banshee had said no.

There had been a rift between the allies ever since.

“What does he want?” I asked.

“His sister’s missing,” King answered.

“How long?”

“Almost a year now.”

“And he’s just fucking calling us?” Nav asked.

How the fuck did you let a loved one go missing for a year before you reached out to other clubs?

“What’s her name?” Nav sighed.

Nav looked like he might be hitting his limit. He hadn’t been sleeping much. When I slipped downstairs at night to raid the fridge, his light was always on. Even at three a.m.

“Irene Cooper.”

“Who names a baby Irene and thinks that’s a good choice?” I scoffed.

“Irene is the Greek God of peace,” Gunner explained. “I’d be surprised if Zeus’ name isn’t actually Zeus.”

“This is all I’ve been able to find,” Nav said, gesturing to a picture of a girl who looked to be around sixteen years old.

“How old is Irene?”

“Thirty,” King answered.

“And this is the only fucking picture they have?”

“No, this is the only one I’ve been able to find.” Nav continued clicking away. “It seems Kronos found someone to marry her. Irene Cooper became Irene Davids five years ago.”

“Who’d he marry her off to?” Gunner asked.

“Trent Davids.” Another minute of clacking on the keyboard and Nav stopped abruptly. “Oh shit.”

“What?” Gunner turned to Nav, waiting for an answer.