Chapter 89. Rhymes With ‘Rain’

Ezra POV

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.

“Fuck, 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.”

Always so sassy.

Smitties MC, the club my brother snuck into to keep an eye out on the Carlisle’s before I joined Raven R