Page 64 of Marked By Myth

“I know…it hurt me too. She’s like a sister to me, Myth. But I know we will find her. They will fuck up and we’ll find her. In order to do that, you need a clear fucking head, brother.”

“What if it were Missy?”

I knew it was a low call to bring her into this, but I knew how he felt about her. I knew how she felt about him. It was inevitable the two of them would get together, but both were too scared to face up to each other.

“What about her?”

Hurt registered across his face. He was imagining it was Missy, and I could see the way his fists clenched at his sides.

“Now, imagine I tell you to relax and calm down.”

“You’re out of line, Prez.”

“Am I?”

Fang headed inside, and immediately I felt the guilt shower over me. He was my oldest friend. The one who went through it all with me and Rox, and the one who kept me standing after she left.

I needed to fix this.

But I needed Rox more.

“Come on,” I heard my tail gunner, Gears, say from behind me. “I know where they are.”

“How?”

“Let’s just say I got a tip, from a very reliable source.”

“Gears, I swear if you don’t give me an answer that I’ll accept in the next five seconds, you’re going to be six feet under in the next two minutes.”

He stopped, and turned to face me. “I know someone behind enemy lines. He’s undercover.”

“A cop?”

Gears shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah. He works undercover for vice usually, but he got the assignment for the Bloody Scorpions. I only found out just now when he told me where to go.”

“How did he know to go to you?”

Gears sighed. “The tattoo on her. He’s trying to help her but he can’t give himself away.”

“I don’t like this.”

“I know, and if we need to have a chat later, we will. I’ll tell you everything, I promise, but right now, we need to get your wife out.”

“What aren’t you telling me?”

“I’m not a rat, Prez. He’s my sister’s boyfriend.”

“The sister you’re in love with?”

Gears shot his head toward me. “It’s not weird. We’re not related. She’s my step-sister.”

I held my hands up. “Never said it was. Is this going to be a problem for you?”

“No.”

I had no choice. I had to trust him. Jumping on my bike, I got my helmet on just as he told me the address we were going to. I knew the place.

Right under our fucking noses the whole time.