Page 83 of Vengeance

“I don’t know. It might be nothing, but he seems too damn cocky considering he’s public enemy number one when we’re not messing with the Slashers. He acts like he’s untouchable, which makes me wonder if he thinks that because he’s working with people who make that the case.”

“Let me take a look right now,” he says and pulls his laptop from his bag next to the table. Sitting down on the couch, he sets the laptop on the coffee table and starts typing.

“So, what are you thinking for the wedding?”

Ashley smiles. “Something small and non-traditional.”

“Can’t top mine in terms of non-traditional. I got married in a hospital while my husband wore the dress with a judge who was blackmailed into officiating.”

“You got me there,” she says and laughs.

Grayson leans back and puts his hands on his head. “I’ll be damned if you aren’t right. There are multiple calls from known Slashers to and from Christian, and he has large amounts of money pulled from his bank accounts. Like he’s paying someone.”

Lex closes her eyes. “Paying someone like the Slashers to protect him while he fucks with our dancers.”

“Yep.”

“Thanks, Grayson. I’ll call if there’s anything else I need. Part of me hoped I was wrong,” she says and leaves.

The moment she shuts the car door, she feels it. Eyes watching her. Scarface is somewhere near and sees her. Glancing in the rearview mirror, she sees him sitting on his motorcycle, smirking.

There’s no time to do much of anything. Her phone has no Bluetooth connection to her classic car, and she doesn’t have time to grab the gun from the locked glove box before he makes a move. She prays Grayson and Ashley stay inside; otherwise, they become unarmed targets.

“I knew you could feel me, lass. The way your body shifted when you felt my eyes on you was a dead giveaway.”

“Get out of my way, Scarface,” Lex says and starts her car, her eyes never straying from the mirror.

“Maybe I should get inside and fuck you in the backseat like you did your husband a couple weeks ago,” Scarface calls from behind the car. “I bet I could make you come harder than he does.”

Chuckling, she shifts into reverse. “Doubtful. Now, if you don’t move, I’m running you over.”

“I’m not too worried, lass.”

He doesn’t believe she’ll do it, and it pisses her off more than anything. She’s not scared, she’s pissed. Livid pissed. “Last chance.”

“Give it your best shot.”

Pressing the pedal to the floor, her tires squeal in Grayson’s driveway, and Scarface jumps off his bike just in time as her bumper knocks it over. Her back tire runs over the front tire of his bike, bending it at the spokes.

“Fucking hell, you actually did it,” he calls, and she hears pride in his voice.

Great, just what I need. To impress a psychopath.

Grayson looks outside, and Scarface takes off on foot as Grayson opens the door, his pistol aimed. Lex shifts into drive and runs the tire over again as she speeds to the clubhouse.

She parks right outside the door, hurries inside, and Colt stands, immediately worried. “Baby?”

The Black Valley members are all here, and she’s relieved to see Alex “Creeper” Malone. The only real mechanic among the men. “Creeper, thank God. I need you to do me a favor and check out my car.”

“Why?” the large man asks, and she notices his belly has shrunk, but his chest and arms have gotten larger. He apparently started a new workout regimen out in Black Valley.

“Because I just ran over the front tire of Scarface’s bike, and I need to know if I did any damage to my car.”

“You what?” Colt asks as the room falls silent.

She swallows and gasps for air. It feels like she ran to the clubhouse instead of drove. “Yeah, he was outside Grayson’s house when I left. Which, speaking of, I need to talk to you about the Slashers. And the strip club. And the women. Everything, really. But, Creeper, I really need you to look at my car. That thing is my first baby, and I need to know she’s good. Please?”

“I’ll go out right now,” Creeper assures and pats her shoulder before walking outside with Chicago.

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