Page 14 of Going Home

"Yep, the transfer was approved already. Just gotta sew my new rocker on. Or, old one. Whatever. But this day is getting more interesting by the minute."

"What's going on?"

Gavin grins widely. "You're gonna be a great-grandpa!"

"Who the fuck did you knock up?"

"Not me."

Eyes wide, Diesel gapes at Ky. "Who the fuck did this to my granddaughter?"

"I don't fucking know!" he shouts and throws his hands in the air. "She won't fucking tell us! But the moment I find out, he's dead. Ten feet in the fucking ground."

"You aren't going to rip him to pieces?" Colt asks.

"Oh, I will, and they'll all get buried ten feet under."

"Colt has two new kids living with him and Lex," Gavin throws out when his father continues to work himself up.

Both elder Short men turn to him and gape. "What?" they shout in unison.

Shrugging, Colt sighs. "Yeah, we got two teenagers in the house now."

He recounts how they found them squatting, and then he pulls out his phone to show them the pictures of the house and mother. Both being caring fathers themselves, even though Ky's not exactly the poster child for it in the current moment, he knows both would have done the same thing. They understand why he couldn't leave them, especially knowing how Diesel cares about Lex.

Felicity storms into the clubhouse, and Colt moves out of the way the moment he sees her. She is pissed. She and Lex haven’t gotten along since the weird old lady meeting over a year ago where Felicity and Lex were on opposing sides about leaving the men behind and running away with the kids. Even with Lex having every right to want to run away, change her and the kids' identities, and never be seen again, she fought for the club. He thanks his lucky stars every day their love is stronger than his boneheaded ways because a woman like Lex should have left his ass years ago.

Colt has no idea why Felicity looks so damn angry right now, though. This doesn't look like a soon-to-be grandma rage. Unless the person who knocked up Gracie wears a Drifters’ patch. If that's the case, Colt wonders who they're burying tonight.

"Hey, baby—"

"I had another box of shit from my parents waiting for me when I got home," Felicity interjects. Her hair sits on the top of her head in a messy pile. The same hairstyle she used to quickly do before kicking someone's ass. Similar to the one Lex used to do, too.

Aside from the hatred in her eyes, she still looks like she could be on the cover of a biker calendar. Dark, wavy hair, dark makeup, tank top, tight jeans, and combat boots. She looks ready to hop on the back of a bike and ride off into the sunset. At one point in time, Colt had a crush on her. Until the day he saw Lex topless. Then he realized his love of blondes.

"What was it this time? If it was baby shit, I'm gonna lose it," Ky says.

"Nope, it was a bunch of Victoria's stuff."

His eyes narrow. "Why'd they send that to you? You barely tolerated each other."

"Because some of my stuff was in there, too. Tell me something. Why were you so upset when you found out Ashley was the first one to give Colt a blowjob?"

Gavin's jaw drops. "You got sucked by Aunt Ashley?"

"Because it's a fucking betrayal. And shut the fuck up, Gavin," Ky growls.

"Hey, how'd I end up in this conversation?" Colt asks, his hands up in the air in surrender. "I'm just an innocent bystander."

"Innocent," she scoffs and glares at him. "Yeah, right. So fucking innocent."

Leaning towards Ky, Colt asks, "Why's your wife so pissed at me?"

"No idea," he mutters back.

Felicity begins pacing slightly, which is never a good sign with women in the club. This means they need to do something to get their energy out, usually to stop them from beating someone's ass. "I find it really hypocritical of you to be angry with Colt for that after what I found in Vicky's things."

Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit. The day we all hoped would never arrive seems to be upon us, and I really wish I'd stayed home with a crying Lacey. Fuck.

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