Lyrics on the Wind Lyrics on the Wind (Lost Kings MC #17) - Autumn Jones Lake Page 0,2

Kings receive medical treatment. Heidi also works there now.

OTHER MC TERMINOLOGY

Most terminology was obtained through research. However, I have also used some artistic license in applying these terms to my romanticized, fictional version of an outlaw motorcycle club. This is not an exhaustive list.

Cage: A car, truck, van—basically anything other than a motorcycle.

Church: Club meetings all full-patch members must attend. Led by the president of the club, but officers will update the members on the areas they oversee. (Some clubs refer to the meeting room where they hold church as the “chapel.” My club refers to it as their “war room.”

Citizen: Anyone not a hardcore biker or belonging to an outlaw club. “Citizen wife” would refer to a spouse kept entirely separate from the club.

Cut: Leather vest worn by outlaw bikers and adorned with patches and artwork displaying the club’s unique colors. The Lost Kings’ colors are blue and gray. Their logo is a skull with a crown. The Respect Few, Fear None patch is earned by doing time for the club without snitching. Brother’s Keeper patches are earned by killing for the club. Loyal Brother is for a brother who’s spent more than five years with the club.

Colors: The “uniform” of an outlaw motorcycle gang. A leather vest, with the three-piece club patch on the back, and various other patches relating to their role in the club.

Fly colors: To ride on a motorcycle wearing colors.

Muffler bunny or “bunnies”: A girl who hangs around to provide sexual favors to members. Old ladies in my series will sometimes refer to them as “friends of the club,” depending on the girl in question. Some clubs refer to them as club whores, patch whores, or cut sluts. These terms are not regularly used in my series. Sometimes simply referred to as a “club girl.”

Nomad: A club member who does not belong to any specific charter, yet has privileges in all charters.

Old lady/ol’ lady: Wife or steady girlfriend of a club member.

Patched in: When a new member is approved for full membership.

Patch holder: A member who has been vetted through performing duties for the club as a prospect or probate and has earned his three-piece patch.

Road name: Nickname. Usually given by the other members.

Run: A club-sanctioned outing, sometimes with other chapters and/or clubs. Can also refer to a club business run.

I’m sure I’m forgetting something! But that should get you started!

Chapter One

Rooster

The depth of my love for Shelby knows no bounds.

Now that we’re separated, that fact is abundantly clear.

I don’t submit to terror. No, I’m used to doing the terrorizing.

But as I stand in Shelby’s dressing room trying to process what’s happened, dread slithers into my body.

My worst fear has come true.

He has Shelby.

That sick, creepy fuck who’s been scaring the shit out of her for weeks with his insane letters has actually gotten his hands on her.

All because I was fucking around on the other side of the arena instead of being where I should’ve been—protecting my girl.

I never thought he’d try something this soon. Tonight. I was so damn confident I’d catch him before he got anywhere near Shelby.

How could I have been so fucking stupid? So arrogant?

She has to be here.

But she’s not.

My mind struggles to accept the truth. My gut won’t stop screaming.

The woman I love is gone.

Someone took her.

I race past Jigsaw, knocking him into the wall.

Outside the dressing room, I scan the near-empty hallway. “Shelby!”

My fear-clogged voice bounces off the indifferent cinderblock walls, mocking me.

I yank out my phone and study her texts. The last one said to knock three times. She sent it less than fifteen minutes ago. What the hell happened between then and now?

Sirens pierce the air around the arena.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Police? Fire? I can’t tell.

Are they here for Shelby? Is she hurt?

Jigsaw’s shoulder brushes mine. “Think that has something do with Shelby?”

“I don’t know.”

The sirens increase in volume.

I turn left, jogging toward the loading dock exit.

Bane’s big ass is rushing down the hallway. Where was he when Shelby needed him? This asshole was supposed to watch Shelby for five fucking minutes and couldn’t even do that.

My fist cracks his jaw, spinning him sideways.

“Logan!” he mumble-shouts. “The fuck?”

I hammer my fist into his face once more before Jigsaw bear-hugs me, yanking my body sideways. “Not now,” he growls against my ear.

“Get off me.” I shake out of Jigsaw’s hold.

Cupping his cheek, Bane eyes me warily. “What the hell, man?”

“Where the fuck were you? She’s gone—”

“There was a fire