Page 93 of Deception
“Payback’s as big of a bitch as you are. Do not fuck with me, Alexis. You cannot take me on, and I will end all of you. Even if I have to bury each of you in unmarked graves myself. Your husband and his club will go down in flames by the time I’m through.”
He turns on his heel and walks back to his car. Lex shakes her head. “You don’t care that you’re going to have to set yourself on fire to do it, do you?”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“Before you decide to make up shit to take them down, you might want to stop and think about the real shit they have on you that is not only true but far more damning.”
“All of you are done fucking with me. The club is filled with murderers, and everyone knows it.”
“If that’s the case, why’d they call the cops to arrest Gerard Buchanan instead of just killing him? You know, since the club is filled with blood hungry murderers. Because I doubt anyone would disagree that he deserved to die.”
“To make me look bad!”
She laughs. “You don’t realize it, but we don’t think about you even a fraction of the amount of time you think about us. But the truth is, it’s really not that hard to make you look bad, Julian. You do a great job of that all on your own.”
“Fuck you!”
Setting the gun on the railing, she just stares. “You’re making wild accusations and blatant threats. You sound pretty damn desperate.”
“I am!” Julian shouts and opens the car door. “But the club will be the ones who pay for all of this. And I’ll make sure you pay, too, Alexis. One way or another, I’m going to make you regret ever coming back here.”
He peels out of the driveway and down the road within seconds, and she lets out a shaky breath. No matter how armed she is, or what her plan may be, it’s never easy to confront a crazed, desperate man.
When they’re that nuts, the plan can derail quicker than a toddler’s attitude. Luckily, he didn’t actually pull out his gun and shoot her where she stood. There’d be no coming back from that, and her kids would lose their father in the process of revenge.
Thanks for the show, Julian. You just put the final nail in your coffin.
Just as Lex turns to walk back into the house, a familiar feeling creeps up her spine, and the hair on the back of her neck stands up. Someone’s watching her. She looks around, trying to find the source of the feeling, but whoever it is has found one hell of a hiding place.
“No, not again. I do not have the patience for another stalker,” she mumbles and walks inside, gun in hand.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Griffin’s Beach
Colt
Colt walks out of the Chapel, and he’s greeted with the view of Lex standing on top of the bar as she hangs up decorations for his birthday. He leans against the doorway and admires her ass.
“Like the view?” Lex asks, never looking at him as she reaches to hook the banner.
“Always,” he says and moves to help her down. “For someone who hates birthdays, you really go all out for them.”
Her lips tap his nose, and she smiles. “I don’t hate all birthdays. Just mine. Besides, you’re the President. We have to celebrate you with a big party.”
“We didn’t do this last year.”
“Well, it’s this year, isn’t it?” she asks and smirks. “Now, if you’ll kindly release me, I need to finish setting everything up for tonight’s party.”
Hands on her ass, he squeezes and thrusts against her. “See, I don’t really want to let you go. Not unless you’re naked.”
“Well, you just ruined your birthday present. It was supposed to be a surprise.”
“How about we head into the Chapel and make better memories for my—”
“Turn on the TV,” Grayson shouts as he runs into the clubhouse with Ashley right behind him. “Right now. Any news channel.”
Brock walks out of the Chapel and grabs the remote to turn on the TV behind the bar. On the screen, they see pictures of Julian and Travis with the caption POLICE DEPARTMENT SHAKE UP.
