Page 91 of Deception
“Where the fuck did Autumn go?” Julian demands.
“She took off.”
“When will she back?”
Swallowing, she keeps her face steady. “She won’t be back.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Missing your informant?”
His eyes widen, and he takes a step back to lean against the porch railing. If he puts too much weight against it, he’ll breakit and fall right onto the rocks beneath them. Something Lex wouldn’t mind seeing.
“What… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know you were talking to Autumn to take down the club,” Lex says.
“Karmen told you?”
The betrayed look he wears irks her. She’d love nothing more than to reach out and slap him. “No, you did. I was there when you talked to my mother-in-law. It’s not a smart move for the Chief to divulge who his informant is, is it?”
Looking from one side to the other, he looks almost wild with fear. He’s caught, and he tries to find a way to talk himself out of this mess.
“Maybe I lied.”
“Maybe you didn’t.”
He glares and puffs his chest so much that he nearly pops a button. “What did you do to her?”
“I confronted her,” she lies. “I told her I knew, and I was going to the club. I gave her a choice. She could leave and never come back, or she’d have to face Rocco when he finds out what she’d done. She knew she was fucked and took off.”
“Or, you killed her.”
Shaking her head, Lex snorts. “I never touched her. Whether we were on good terms or not, she was still my friend.”
“You expect me to believe you didn’t kill her?”
Theyoumay be referencing the club as a whole, but Lex chooses to interpret it as her. This way, she can’t get caught lying.
“I never touched her. On my kids’ lives, I never physically hurt her. You want to avoid Rocco, though. If you see him coming, duck into the nearest building.”
Julian snorts like he’d never be afraid of the club even though they both know that if it came down to it, he’d never survive ten minutes. “Why’s that?”
“Because Autumn left a note confessing what she did before she took off. Cleared out all the money they had in the safe, and she got herself a new identity. Must’ve, too, because Brock can’t find her.”
“You’re just covering for them.”
“Did you know I was kidnapped years ago? Recent years, not teenager years.”
His head shakes in surprise. “No.”
“I was. So were a few other women from the club. Including Autumn. The Savage Slashers wanted information, and they wanted it from me. Unlike my club, they’re more than willing to hurt women.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Lex, but what does that—”
“Autumn was hurt the least out of all of us, but you’d think she’d been the one waterboarded and beaten or used as an ashtray.”
Julian stares with wide eyes. “What?”
