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“This better not take long.”
I glare at Mummy, the enforcer for the human world chapter of VRMC. The brothers
arrived at the clubhouse Ms. Steinbeck procured for us ten minutes ago, and they’ve done nothing but complain.
“Shut it,” Trooper, their president, barks. “We’re here on orders from Odin. It’ll take as long as it takes.” He shifts his attention to me and smirks. “Sorry about that. It’s been a long ride to get here, and the guys are tired and horny.”
“Speaking of… Where are the bitches?” Doom, the road captain, asks. “We were promised pussy and booze.”
“I don’t know who promised that,” I begin. “But all we can supply is the alcohol. No pussy here.”
“How the fuck does that even work?” Demo asks as he crosses the room. “Warriors can’t sleep with humans, so isn’t pussy out of the question?”
Trooper and Rave, his VP, exchange a look. I can’t decipher it but fortunately for me, I don’t have to because Stoner, their SAA speaks up.
“They don’t know, Troop,” he comments.
“Know what?” Inferno demands.
Trooper scratches the side of his nose. “Uh, I think that info should come from Odin.”
Narrowing my eyes at him, I advance until I’m within inches of his face. “What.
Information?”
Inferno steps closer and holds his hand out until flames dance from his palm. “I suggest you answer his question,” he growls.
Judging by the fear in Trooper’s eyes, there was some information Odin didn’t share withhimtoo. He raises his hands in surrender and takes a step back.
“We’ll tell you our secrets if you tell us yours,” Rave says casually, nodding toward the fire.
I arch a brow at Trooper. “That work for you?”
“Call him off, and you’ve got a deal.”
I incline my head at Inferno, who fists his hand, snuffing out the pyrotechnics. Returning my attention to Trooper, I say, “Now spill.”
He takes a deep breath. “None of the brothers in my chapter are dead.”
“Say what?” Acid bites out, edging his way closer to the rest of us. He’s been sitting on one of the couches in the main room, no doubt taking everything in, but otherwise silent.
“How is that possible?” I demand. “Valhalla Rising MC is for Warriors. You can’t be a Warrior if you’re still a living human.”
“Under normal circumstances, yes,” Trooper agrees. “But Odin has been hand-selecting humans for hundreds of years to represent Valhalla here on Earth. The majority of us then move on to Valhalla when our time comes and end up being prospects for you.” He slides his Demo. “In fact, you used to be one of us.”
“No fucking way,” Demo says incredulously.
“Way,” Rave confirms. “Odin makes sure that your assigned Valkyrie wipes any memories of your time with the MC here.”
“Why the fire pits would he do that?” Reaper demands.
“Fire pits?” Doom asks, his brows knit in confusion.
“That’s Hell in the heavens,” Acid explains. “Apparently, Odin didn’t think one demonic wasteland in the universe was enough.”
“Your turn,” Trooper says, not wasting any time getting to our end of the deal.
