Page 106 of Gunner

“You already know what I think.” Cash and King glared at each other.

“What the fuck’s going on right now?” Jack asked.

Cash opened his mouth to answer Jack, and King snarled, “Shut the fuck up.”

“Jesus Christ, what is going on with you two?” Looking between them, we all waited, but neither said a word as they glared at each other.

Finally, King answered, “Difference of opinion.”

Cash scoffed.

“Get on the same fucking page,” I barked. “I’m assigning a fucking prospect to follow Freeway. What is the new one’s name?”

Everyone around the table turned a blank look toward me.

“Aren’t you in charge of the prospects?” Jack snickered.

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

“Like the fucking tundra.” Jingles snorted.

Pointing at him, I 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, Banshee had told Kronos, Zeus’ father and the president at the time, to fuck off when Kronos tried to marry off his daughter to Banshee. Kronos wanted to cement the two clubs, but his daughter was too fucking young.

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.

It had been a point of contention between the clubs ever since.

“What does he want?” Ghost asked.

“His sister’s missing,” King answered.

“How long?”

“Almost a year now.”

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

The pride in some of these fuckers was astonishing.

“What’s her name?” Nav sighed.

He wouldn’t get much sleep over the next few days. He was still looking for the three missing women we had learned about when Ellie’s parents tried to marry her off to some fuckwit up in New York.

“Irene Cooper.”

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

“Irene is the Greek God of peace. I’d be surprised if Zeus’ name isn’t actually Zeus.” Shaking my head, I waited for Nav to pull up a picture of Kronos’ daughter.

“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.

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