Page 77 of Deception
“We have to talk to you about something serious,” Colt says. “We have a rat in the clubhouse.”
“Another one?” she asks. “Geez, what number is this? Three? Four?”
Ky chuckles. “Right?”
“How do you know? Because of Julian’s raids?”
“Grayson told me,” her husband says. “He was tipped off by Alex McKenzie.”
Her eyebrows lift. “Oh, I thought you had her in here with Brian because you found out they were… You know what? Never mind.”
Blinking, he gapes at her. “You knew Brian and Alex were fucking?”
“No,” she says with a grimace, but nods her head yes.
“Is there anything you don’t know?” Venom asks.
“Who the rat is,” she says with a shrug. “Wait, why are you telling me? You’re not planning to use me as bait again, are you? Because I lost a gall bladder the last time I was bait. Or maybe it was a spleen. I lost some internal organ.”
Venom tilts his head. “I have so many questions.”
“Okay, first of all, that organ loss was your own fault,” Jennings says. “You carried out your own plan that made you bait.”
“And second, we’re not using you as bait,” Colt says.
“Okay, so why are you telling me? What’s going on?”
“We don’t think it’s a member talking to Julian,” Ky says.
Leaning back, Lex looks around at each of them as it dawns on her, and her eyes widen. “You think it’s an old lady?”
“Yes,” Colt says.
The second realization feels like a thousand knives to the chest, and she snorts as she crosses her arms over her chest. “Fuck all of you.”
“Lex—”
“You think this is just my diabolical plan? Something I’ve been cooking up since I was, what? Fifteen? Yeah, I figured it would be best to wait until my husband became the fucking President before finalizing the details. Now, I get the luxury of raising three kids alone because I’m locking all of your asses up in prison for the rest of your lives. Yeah, you caught me.”
“I never thought it was you,” Venom mutters and crosses his arms over his chest in the same manner she does. “It was the rest of ‘em.”
They all stay quiet, and she can’t stop the hurt and overwhelming offense of being suspected. “Wait, you don’t really think it’s me, do you?”
“You know more than most,” Jennings says.
“So, what’s the plan, then? You need my phone? Want Brock to look through everything electronic I have access to? Or maybe you’ve had someone trailing me to make sure I’m not meeting up with Julian after I fuck my husband. Tell me, how goddamn boring was that surveillance?”
Tears sting at her eyes, but she refuses to cry. Not in front of them, and certainly not in front of her father.
“Lex—”
“I have almost died for this club more than once. I bleed Drifter blood, and you think I wouldeverbetray this club?” She turns and looks directly at Colt. “You think I would betrayyou?”
“I don’t think it’s you, baby. Never did.”
Relief fills her. If her husband thought she was capable of something this heinous, he should have just pulled out his gun and ended it right then and there.
Colt stands and walks around to her, but she jumps out of his grasp and moves towards the door, keeping the chair between them. “Lex—”
