Page 81 of Consequences

The words BIKER WHORE have been spray painted above what used to be his bed. The bed that now sits in two pieces after being cut down the middle.

“Did he bring a Sawzall in here?” Colt mutters. “Jesus.”

“Any idea where the assholes live?” Shep asks.

Shaking his head, all Undertaker can think about is how much of this was done while Jamie was tied to a fucking chair. “No idea.”

“What do you want to do here, Taker?” Colt asks. “Find him and teach him a lesson?”

“No.”

“No?”

Turning to look at him, Undertaker knows it’s not best for the club. “We have enough heat on us right now with Beckett and Brock still locked up. The last thing we need is the cops getting called on us to add to the collection of Drifters in the joint. At least until we get shit sorted out.”

“So… We came here for nothing?” Shep asks.

“If they were still here, I’d be defending my home. Going to their house makes it retaliation. We just can’t afford it right now.”

Colt nods. “The calmness in you right now has me a little freaked out, but I can’t say I disagree. As long as Jamie’s okay, I think we can hold off for a bit.”

“Motherfuckers,” he mutters as they walk back out to their bikes.

Lex sits on top of the bar, her leg crossed over the other with her foot shaking while Jamie sits at a table not far away. The gun, luckily, appears to have been put away.

All Undertaker wants to do is pull Jamie into his arms, but Lex hops off the bar and walks over to him to jab a finger against his chest. “You. Me. Chapel. Now.”

He lifts an eyebrow, and Jamie doesn’t meet his gaze. She does pale even more than she already is, but he knows he’s not getting out of this conversation.

“He’s in trouble,” Venom mutters as the doors shut.

“Jamie looks scared—”

As soon as the Chapel doors shut, Lex whips around and jabs a finger at his chest. “What the fuck is the deal with the fucking rules?”

“What are you talking about?”

She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at him. “Youcontrolher?”

Eyes wide, he leans back. “No, I don’t!”

“You have to approve who she can hang around with? Seriously?”

“She told you that?”

“Oh, don’t even get after her for that. You opened the can of worms when you uttered the word rules on the phone with me. She just filled in the blanks.”

He cracks his knuckles and leans against the wall, annoyed with this inquiry. This is none of Lex’s business. “You’re out of line, Alexis.”

“Oh, now you think you’re big enough to call me by my full name? You ain’t shit, so let’s get that straight right now. I’m not scared of you, and you’re not intimidating me.”

“It’s not your bus—”

“You made her your old lady—sort of—which makes it my business. Whether you like it or not, you made her my responsibility when you brought her in here.”

Narrowing his eyes, he stays quiet. He thought she was angry because she has an opinion of their relationship, but that’s not the vibe he gets now. But she’s fired up about something.

“Look, I know shit in those BDSM books have glorified the whole stalker-like tendencies, but it’s not cute. It’s not romantic, and controlling who she can and can’t talk to at twenty-two is crazy,” Lex says.

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