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Jingles

Several months later

Exhaustion unlike anything I’ve ever felt before engulfs me as I finish my shower then flop down on my bed. Every brother who’s able to do so has been helping Banshee get his house built. He wants it done for Christmas if possible, and if the weather holds, I think he’ll get his wish. Whoever isn’t helping on that project is running the roads chasing leads that Hawg, our IT guy, has dug up about the Devils Demons MC. Hell, a lot of our other chapters are doing what they can to help as well; seems the two ol’ ladies we’ve got in our chapter have made an impression on those they’ve met or something. Regardless, the fatigue that permeates every cell of my body has me not caring right now about anything except some rest. I’m nearly asleep when my phone rings. Grabbing it from the charger, I see it’s Wiley, from our Cleveland Ohio chapter.

He and I didn’t start out as friends; we were both students at rival high schools who ran cross country. However, a grudging respect turned into friendship and because of that, I spent a lot of time with him at the club his dad was a member of. Hell, I even earned my road name long before I prospected for the Raiders who are now the Royal Bastards, thanks to Ghost.

Smiling at the memories, I answer the phone. “Hello?”

“Brother, I need your help,” Wiley says. “Can you come up here?”

I’m already standing up, my fatigue now forgotten as I hear the fear in his voice. “What’s going on? I’ll check with Brick, but I don't see a problem.”

“It’s Belle, she’s been taken.”