“He put himself in a spot to look like he’s running around on his wife. Ignored his kids, too,” Shep says. “Just because she’s not pregnant doesn’t mean he didn’t fuck her.”
“What the fuck happened to this club? We expand and shit goes to hell.”
Heidi holds out her hand. “Not all things.”
The light catches on the gaudy diamond ring. “No shit?”
“No shit.”
“Congrats, man!” He fist bumps Shep and bends down to kiss her cheek. “You’ll make a beautiful bride.”
“Will you be the best man? Heidi’s claimed Lex as maid of honor, and as the bride with the pussy I love, she holds the power.”
“Not Ty?”
Heidi giggles, and he sighs. “Don’t get me started on him.”
“I’d be honored.”
A loud knock comes at the front door, and everyone pauses. Someone from the police department must be outside because even the pizza delivery guys walk right in. They know they’re safe as long as they don’t put up a fight for the hot, melty cheese in the boxes. On a good night, they make out amazing with tips.
When no one moves, Psycho stands and opens the door to find Grayson Tate standing there in his uniform. “Got a warrant?”
“Not why I’m here. Colt here?”
Stepping aside as Grayson walks inside, he sighs. “Come on in, I guess.”
Colt’s eyes widen, and he hurries to his feet. “Lex?”
He holds up a hand as the other holds a large envelope. “She’s fine. Don’t worry about that. I offered to be the one to bring this to you considering my relationship with the club.”
“Not here,” he says and leads the man outside and out of earshot.
“What’s the deal there?” Psycho asks.
Everyone shrugs and remains silent. They wait on pins and needles for Colt to come back inside, and no one seems to want to tell Psycho what the hell it’s all about.
He finally walks back inside with an envelope. Grabbing a pool cue from the wall, he winds back and swings, hitting the glass shelf of liquor. The new prospect ducks for safety from falling glass and alcohol. “Fuck!”
“Holy shit.” Psycho stares in paralyzed shock.
Ky watches his best friend walk to his apartment, the room silent except for the liquid pouring onto the ground. Colt tosses the stick on the ground and slams his door. “He’s not okay.”
“Where is she, Ky?”
He shakes his head. “I honestly don’t know. Not even Karmen knows. I really thought this would all blow over in a couple weeks, but it doesn’t seem to be happening anytime soon. If ever.”
“She really thinks she’s done with the club?” he mutters. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Neither did we. But believe me, there’s a large divide happening with the women of the club right now, and Jace and I are in the doghouse.”
“I heard. Why’s Felicity pissed at you?”
“Because I knew Colt’s version of the story, and I didn’t tell her. But based on what he told me, this would blow over soon, and I wouldn’t need to worry about telling her shit. Kept saying she was gonna be back before anyone else found out, and he wanted to save her the humiliation.”
Sitting in the now vacant spot, Psycho leans back. “Guess he was wrong.”
“He didn’t realize the amount of damage he caused. I felt so bad seeing Lex. If they could just talk, I bet they’d be able to make things work, but I think she’s done trying.”