Page 5 of Soul

“Yeah, I’ve heard of them but never met one. Rumours are there’s an Oracle in Louisiana that has one. She doesn’t go anywhere without him.”

“Her name is Cécile. They recently joined the Royal Bastards,” I confirmed.

“Does Cécile really have someone who protects her against psychic feedback?” Lila asked.

“Yeah. Etienne protects and keeps Cécile stable. Now we know they exist… let’s just say we’re all looking for ours. Iona, we’ve discovered, is Warden’s. He’s getting premonitions, but not the blinding headaches and nose bleeds. And Prez hasn’t ended up on his back since they declared their love for each other,” I said.

Lila snorted, and I laughed as I realised how my words could be taken.

“Wow, I’m sure Warden hasn’t,” Lila teased.

“Do the Royal Harlots need help?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Nah. We’re as deadly as your chapter. Any fool who wants to tackle us is asking for a world of pain. But there’s a lot of fuckin’ fools out there.”

“Ain’t there just. I miss you, sis,” I said honestly.

“Jayden,” Lila whispered.

No further words were needed. Lila had protected me my entire life, and as soon as she aged out and turned legal, she had petitioned for custody of me. Sure, I was nine then, but Lila never left me alone. Lila had joined the Royal Harlots MC when I was ten, giving me people to be around like myself.

The bullying and other shit didn’t stop, but nobody messed with the Royal Harlots. They’d proved capable of handling business just as well as a male MC. And if the Royal Harlots decided to fuck you up, they fucked you up. The women in the club partied hard and lived harder. Yet, they found time to help a child struggling with his abilities.

Those women were the fuckin’ bomb, and I’d kill for them at the drop of the hat. It was them that pointed me towards Warden. Luckily, our two states were next to each other, so we didn’t have far to travel. The Royal Harlots, my sister’s chapter, was based in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, and was a two-and-a-half-hour ride away.

Usually, I travelled once a month to see my sister and club sisters.

“Don’t be sad,” I said.

“I’m not!”

“Lie.”

“Fucker,” Lila spat with more fire in her voice.

“Yeah, I’ll let you know when I’ve a few days off, and we’ll hit the road,” I suggested.

“Good idea. Be safe, little brother,” Lila replied and cut the call.

“Bye, sis.” I chuckled as I leaned back in my chair.

It was about time Lila found someone. Lila was thirty-one now; I wanted to see her settled and happy. But not with one of my club brothers. She’d kill him!

Warden

“Soul okay?” he asked as Undertaker entered his office.

“Yeah, but Soul seems to be feeling shit more. We gotta find his anchor—and Oracle’s,” Undertaker replied.

“Honestly, brother? We’ve got to find everyone’s anchor. Oracle is spiralling. His visions are knocking him on his ass. Romeo can’t let his guard down for a single second before being swamped with thoughts. Blister is becoming scared of items in the pawn shop because of the horrors some contain. Everyone with abilities needs someone, and I feel fuckin’ guilty I have Iona, and the rest of you are suffering,” Warden spilled.

“Don’t. Iona balanced your powers. And I think we know who Oracle’s anchor is, but he’d rather suffer. He’ll learn. I didn’t mean to put pressure on you.”

“You didn’t, brother. Sometimes I feel like banning whores and bar flies and saying only decent woman can attend.”

“But they wouldn’t come anywhere near here!” Undertaker exclaimed.

“Exactly!”

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