Page 40 of The Asylum

“Now we know Magic is heading home? Yes.”

“Sorry, Callie. He was checked when he left here,” Chance said, and I made a non-committal noise. “Anyway. I know you’re heading out to the next place today, and I’m calling to let you know that Fanatic and Willow are coming.”

“Oh, good. Sane people,” I teased, and Chance began muttering apologies again.

“Can I ask something?” Chance inquired finally.

“Yeah,” I replied, on guard.

“Would you mind if other family visited?”

“Like who?” I asked, instantly wary.

“Unwanted Bastards, Rage, Hawthorne’s, Washingtons, and so on. Those we call family,” Chance answered me.

“Can I think about it? Hellfire is enough right now,” I responded.

“Sure. Take all the time you want, because, you know, Hellfire comes first,” Chance said.

Not always, I thought to myself as I ended the call. For Sunny, as much as he loved the club, he’d put me first, and I was totally happy with that.

Magic

My phone rang on the way back, and I hit the answer button. My helmet had a speaker, so I was hands-free and safe. Or so I believed when I heard Alice’s voice.

“Magic,” Alice said.

“Baby girl,” I replied, happy to hear from her.

“There’s a lady here. Says she knows you and needs to talk,” Alice whispered.

“Okay, tell her to come back.”

“Magic, she called you—”

“Jefferson Lincoln Carter, get your ass back here,” a woman ordered me, and I nearly came off my bike. Sunny sent me a sideways glance, and I waved a hand.

“What’s her name?” I gritted out.

“You know who I am, asshole,” the woman retorted.

“What’s her name?” I roared.

“Jody Srock. Now get your ass here!”

Ah fuck! Trouble had just found me.

“Alice, baby girl, get Diesel to lock her down until I get home. That woman doesn’t escape me this time!” I said, and I heard a scuffle.

“Nobody is locking me the fuck down, Jefferson, so get your hairy butt to South Dakota.”

The line cut, and I glared at my phone.

“Jody fuckin’ Srock!” I growled out and turned my bike back to The Asylum. I was going home.