The sing-song way she speaks to Ariel makes Colt smile, and he takes his turn. “She’s beautiful, guys. Really. But you really should take her back because I know that look in Lex’s eyes. She’s telling me to make a run for it, and I just might.”
Walking over, he places the baby in Lacey’s waiting arms, and tears continue to stream freely down her cheeks. “I never thought I’d have this.”
“I did,” Lex whispers. “You did it, babe.”
“Thank you,” she says, glancing up before looking back down at the baby asleep in her arms. “And thank you for in advance for the numerous frantic calls I’m sure I’ll be making at two in the morning when I’m more than confident I’ve screwed up. Or broken her. Or both.”
Laughing, she shakes her head. “Everything you have is already in you. It’s instinctual. Listen to your gut, and you’ll be just fine.”
“This is the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” Psycho says, his gaze fixed on his child.
“Just remember this time when she falls into sleep regression and cockblocks you,” Colt says, laughing as Lex smacks him in the stomach. “Still adorable, but just a bit less amazing.”
Lex rolls her eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”
His phone rings, and he backs away to answer it the corner while Lex moves to fuss over the baby some more. “Yeah?”
“Colt, it’s Grayson. We got a problem.”
“What kind of problem?”
“I just got a call from someone in the department. Brock and Beckett were arrested last night for breaking and entering.”
“What?” he snaps, turning to look at all three now focused on him. “Why hasn’t Lily called yet?”
Sighing, Grayson Tate pauses. The former police officer turned PI has become invaluable to the club. Luckily, he seems to still have a few contacts in the department.
“They broke into Donald Ramsey’s house.”
“Who the fuck is that?”
“A really big wig in Griffin’s Beach, but you’d never know because he keeps a low profile. Works with Sebastian Griffin. Lots of money and even more connections. I’m not sure what they were doing, but they royally fucked up. This Ramsey guy is going to fuck them. And I mean that in pretty much every way it can be taken. His power runs deep enough that having their rights infringed upon means nothing to anyone.”
Colt tries to understand what Grayson’s saying. “I don’t get it.”
“They’re already in prison.”
“How the fuck—”
“I don’t know, but this guy is not someone they should have fucked with. There will be no arraignment hearing, and they probably won’t get a trial. If I had to guess, they’re going to be killed in prison.”
“Lily’s good, she’ll—”
“He has connections as far up as the senate. Supreme court judges. That tells you there’s no limit to the strings he can pull with the circuit judges. Hell, he probably owns the prosecutor, too.”
Closing his eyes, he looks up at the ceiling. “Thanks for letting me know. I’m calling Lily, and then I’ll need someone to talk me out of breaking Travis and Julian’s necks.”
“What happened?” Psycho asks when Colt hangs up.
“Brock and Beckett were arrested last night for breaking and entering into some powerful guy’s house. They’ve basically been locked up with the key thrown away. Lily doesn’t even know yet. This guy owns everyone, I guess.”
“Why would they break into someone’s house?”
Shaking his head, he lets out an annoyed sigh. “I don’t fucking know.”
“Shannon,” Lex says. “Beckett would do that for Shannon. I don’t really know how Brock fits in, but I bet this is the guy after her.”
“Be the President, you said. It’s a great opportunity, you said. Fuck me in the ass, why don’t you?”