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Chibs cleared his throat as he dropped to his worn, leather couch with a bottle in his left hand and a cigarette in his right. His house had felt empty for a long while and it wasn't until the most recent patched in member moved in did he feel any less alone.
He had originally bought the place in hopes that his family would move in since he had killed Jimmy. But they had returned to Belfast and he was alone once again.
The newest patch had come from somewhere in Georgia. He had never given specifics and Jax hadn't cared. He needed more bodies at the table to push his agenda through and he thought this southern hunter would be one of them.
As club president he, of course, had no time to have a prospect so this quiet fucker had turned into his prospect. It took him weeks to say anything other than his name and "Yes" but he followed every one of Chib's orders with a smirk. The others he just acknowledged with a nod of the head.
His prospecting period only lasted four months. Jax really needed his vote at the table and it caused friction between him and some of the other members, including Juice, who mostly ignored his presence. Until he picked up on the act that this southern boy never left Chibs' side for more than a few minutes.
The sound of his prepaid going off dragged him out of his thoughts. When he held it up to his ear he could hear the boy's panicked breathing. "Fillip." Chibs sat up straight and put his cigarette out. Only in his first week with the club had he ever sounded so nervous. "He's here."
Chibs sighed and raked his free hand through his long hair. Merle, the boy's older brother. that was the only thing that scared him and Chibs knew. He knew this was going to be bad. "Where is he?"
"At the Clubhouse." He could tell the ruffling coming from the other end was the boy pulling a cigarette out of his cut pocket and lighting it. "Gemma flagged me down."
Fuck.
"She told me to call you." He let out a breath and the sound of the other man's inhale. "I"m sorry to crash your party if you're home." Chibs chuckled and took a swig of his beer before he stood. It was a small joke between the two of them shared through a drunken kiss in one of the Club's back rooms. "Are you home?"
"Yes, boy." Chibs hated the uncertainty in the boy's voice. "Just make sure you're not followed." He paused as he heard the Triumph start up, "Door's unlocked."