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Lily gasps. “Wait, so everyone she should’ve been able to count on let her down? Her husband, Psycho, and her father? Wow. Great job, guys. Stellar work.”

“I think this goes without saying,” Jennings says, “but you’re done in Black Valley. I’ll let Chicago know he won’t get you back out there anytime soon.”

Nodding, Colt turns and walks out to his bike. As much as he doesn’t want to go back to his empty house, he knows he can’t stay in the clubhouse for a good while. If Felicity stays mad long enough, he could invite Ky to stay as his roommate. He’d probably murder Colt in his sleep, but right now, it doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Chapter 9

Black Valley

TK

TK finds himself lost in thought sitting in the Black Valley clubhouse with the rest of the men. Everyone gathered to talk about how things have been going since they killed the President of the Savage Slashers. He doesn’t pay much attention to the conversation, but since they all seemed satisfied with the way things seem to be going now that O’Malley’s dead, it must be fine.

Dallas “Chicago” Smith walks over and sits next to TK. The President of the Black Valley charter looks to his friend of more years than either wants to admit. “Everything okay, man?”

“I’m fine. Just thinking.”

“About the Slashers?”

The rival has an issue with the Black Valley charter, and it started long before the Drifters patched them over two years ago. Until recently, they’d been on a losing streak that cost them men.

He shakes his head. “No, actually. I know I should be, but I just can’t focus on the club right now.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“My son lost his wife.”

Chicago leans back and laughs. “Unless you have some hidden son somewhere, it sounds like you’re talking about Lex, and I don’t believe that. Not for a second. That woman is the club.”

“I have to ask you, Chicago… Was Colt doing anything she shouldn’t have when he was out here?”

“As in…?”

“Was he messing around with Diane?”

Point blank. He wants an answer from someone he can trust. Someone who will tell him the truth because he has no stake in the game. If it proved true, he’d have only a daughter left.

“She hung all over him, and she tried to take advantage when he hit the bottle hard so hard he drank enough to kill a shark. As far as I know, he didn’t, but I wasn’t watching him. I was keeping tabs on Kimberly. She started dating a douche I had to scare.”

TK knows little good comes from talking about Chicago’s ex-wife. Instead, he nods towards the scantily clad group of women and asks, “Which one’s Diane?”

The man turns and smirks with an eyebrow raised. “Gotta say, if Colt did step out on his wife with her, he definitely has a type.”

He spots a woman with hair almost identical to Lex’s, only brunette. “Curly dark hair?”

He chuckles, and TK stands to walk over to the women playing pool with a few unfamiliar members. Diane bends over the table with her pool cue, ready to aim, and shakes her ass in booty jean shorts for the benefit of anyone watching.

He leans against the table next to her and takes note of her flat stomach. “You look good for a woman who’s close to popping out a kid.”

She stands straight, and her eyes look at him with shock. “What?”

“Do you know who I am?”

Shaking her head, she glances around while the rest of the group slowly steps away. He may not know them, but they obviously know him. And this woman right here helped create so much havoc. She’s cute with a smattering of freckles on her nose, and she’s got a decent body. But she’s far too young, even for Colt.

“If you really were pregnant, I’d be that kid’s grandpa.”

Her jaw drops, and he sees a few silver fillings on her back molars. “Colt’s dad.”

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