Ezra
Dread coils low in my belly when the picture and name AJ sends drops in my phone.
The familiar face strikes a chord in me, and the name.
Lydia Smith.
One of the names I came across when I dug into the Carlisle family. The same face, the same name so I can’t be mistaken.
Another text drops.
AJ: Reggie is Reginald Smith. You need to be careful, bro. I’ll keep you posted on any other thing. Delete this msg.
Without thinking, I call him.
“What are you doing? You know you can’t just call me,” he hisses. The sound of a door slamming shut echoes in his background.
“f**k, man. I’m sorry. But, Lydia Smith is the president of your MC?”
He huffs. “I just sent everything I know to you, Ezzy. By the name ‘Smitties MC’, yes, they’re both the founder and President of our MC.”
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