Page 4 of Consequences

Colt

“Brock’s working on figuring out who this asshole is that’s obsessed with Shannon,” Colt says as he sits in the Chapel with the other two charter Presidents.

Psycho leans back in his chair, and Colt can’t help but chuckle. This man was his wife’s first stray. The first of many, and if Colt didn’t know him the way he does, he’d be one of the most intimidating men in the club.

“I really hoped Shannon would’ve turned shit around after she almost fucking died that night,” he says, his hollow eyes and sunken cheeks making him look like death warmed over.

“What happened?” Dax Hartman asks. “Who is she?”

The Summerville President looks happier these days now that he’s gotten his wife back after believing her dead for years. She’s more comfortable around him now, but there’s still trauma she has to work through until she’s back to normal. Assuming she ever will be.

“Well, she and Beckett knew each other from when they were kids or something. There’s a small age gap there, I think, but it’s obvious they have a hard-on for each other. He’s an idiot for letting her run away,” Psycho says.

Rolling his eyes, Colt shakes his head. “Because that’s clearly the important part of this whole situation, huh?”

“Hey, I just call it like I see it. I saved her from the guy I had to chop the head off of and ship across the border to my friend. She should’ve taken it as an opportunity to finally jump his bones. Or vice versa.”

“I feel like I’m so out of the loop here,” Dax says. “This guy you killed just grabbed her from the street?”

Colt and Psycho share a look before Colt clears his throat. “Not exactly.”

“Not exactly?”

“She kind of went willingly. She’s… She uses a different form of currency than we do to pay for things…”

“Promised her a meal,” Psycho says. “She’s what you’d callwithout a home.The rest of it was implied, but instead of just sex, he was going to kill her, too,” Psycho adds.

Nodding, Colt just shrugs. “She says she’s not proud, but who are we to judge how she chose to get by after her parents died? I just hope Beckett can help her. He’s been a miserable fuck and put Brock through it trying to catch any glimpse of her since she left. Not sure what happened, but she bolted.”

“Damn,” Dax says and laughs. “There really is a lot of drama here.”

He joins in but lifts his hands in the air. “They seem to believe it has something to do with Lex and me, but we had nothing to do with this one.”

“We’re looking at a fight with someone, though? Once we figure out who this Kiefer asshole is?”

“All we know is that he’s rich and powerful. Brock’s looking into it. Depending on how much money he has, we might have a difficult time being able to touch him. Assuming we figure out who the fuck he is.”

Psycho beams as he clasps his hands behind his head and leans back. “I find a bullet stops motherfuckers who think they’re untouchable pretty fucking easy.”

“He’s most likely protected by people who are also connected. No one makes a move until we know more. And Beckett’s been made aware of this, too.”

“If he’s got the girl in his apartment again, I doubt he’s leaving unless forced to for the foreseeable future,” Psycho says and wiggles his eyebrows up and down.

“Fuck, I miss sex,” Dax mutters and rubs his face with his hands.

Dani has been through it, and Colt’s not surprised it’s taken a bit for her to jump into bed with her husband again. He doesn’t know what all she went through, but he knows enough to make educated guesses that make him glad they killed the Kingsmen.

The implication of Dani causes Psycho to look away in guilt. Colt knows the crazy man will never fully forgive himself for what happened to Dax’s wife. The history from his family’s club, the Havoc Outlaws, that spun in the Kingsmen is a hard enough hit, but knowing he couldn’t save her like he had back then cuts him deep.

“Still having issues?” Psycho asks, his hands falling to the table as he gives a remorseful look.

If anyone understands trauma with women, Psycho’s the guy. He saved his wife from the abuse of her father only to expose her to abuse at the hands of his now-dead family.

“We sleep in the same bed now, at least, and she lets me hold her. That’s as far as it goes, though. She won’t even let me watch her undress, and I’m chafing from using my fucking hand every damn day.”

“Lube, man. Look into,” he jokes, trying to lighten the mood. “Helps with the chafing.”

Rather than laugh, he just shakes his head and looks unamused. “I know she’s been through a lot, and I’m here no matter what. I just really fucking miss my wife, you know?”

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