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“Tell him I’m sorry.”

“Diana, where the fuck are you?”

She took a deep breath before telling me what I had already worked out. “I’m at the Silver Shadows’ clubhouse in Diamond Creek.”

“We’ll be there in two fucking days. Don’t fucking leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” The line was silent, and I knew there was more when she said, “Kane...” then hesitated.

The front door opened, and my mother rushed in. At almost sixty, Rhea Cooper was still as beautiful as she was in her twenties. My sisters took after her, thank God. But she was more than beauty. She was fucking fierce.

“Give me that fucking phone,” she demanded before she swiped it from my hand.

“Baby?” My mother rarely cried in front of the club. She rarely cried in front of me. I had only seen it twice: the day we realized Diana was gone. And the day we realized Irene was missing.

Two sisters both disappeared without a fucking trace.

“We’re coming, baby. We’ll be there tomorrow. I love you!” My mother hung up the phone and then looked around the room. “Atlas, Poseidon, Apollo, Eros, Hydros, Helios, Iapetus, Erebus, and Kharon. Grab your go-bags; we’re going to Nebraska.”

“Rosebud.”

My mother swung around to my father. She had a look on her face I’d seen more times than I cared to count, but it had never been directed at him.

“Don’t say a fucking word, Lucas. I’m going to get my baby.”

“I’m going too,” Asclepius said. My mother nodded at him. He was her best friend aside from my father. Two years younger than my mother, my uncle Issac, my father’s brother, was only fourteen when Diana and I were born. My father had been on a run when we came five weeks early, and Uncle Issac had been there with her. Holding her hand. It was part of the reason he’d chosen to become a doctor.

Diana and I both were close to him. It was no surprise that he would insist on coming with us.

“I’ll grab our bags,” my father conceded.

“Lucas.” My father walked back to my mother. “It’s time.”

His hands went to her face, and she covered them with her own. My parents were the epitome of love. They were the reason I hadn’t settled down. I refused to settle for anything less than what they had. And at almost forty years old, I wasn’t sure I’d ever find it.

“Are you sure?” I watched the two of them have a conversation no one else heard. Finally, she nodded. My father left the room to grab their bags; we would be leaving once he was back.

“Time for what?” I asked as Isis, one of the club whores, handed me a bag. “Thanks, babe,” I muttered, not thinking about the fact she had gone into my room without permission. I’d deal with that later. Right now, my focus was on my family.

“To contact my brother.”

“You have a brother? I thought you were an only child. You’ve never told us anything about our family on your side.” I stared at the blank expression on my mother’s face. I wasn’t prepared for the bomb she was about to drop on me and how it would affect my club. “Who is your brother?”

“Morpheus.”

THE END