Page 8 of Redemption

“Yeah, we got engaged a few months ago,” Heidi says.

“I don’t actually remember the last time I saw Lex, now that I think about it. God, that’s weird,” Felicity says.

Lily Hankinson turns on the barstool in her signature pencil skirt. The other daughter of the club married to a brother looks at him, and he knows she knows exactly where Lex is.

“The last time she was here was when she broke Kandi’s nose,” she says and takes a sip of her drink.

“Oh, yeah, that was great,” Heidi says. “Blood everywhere. That was, what? Four months ago?”

Who the fuck is Kandi? He looks around, trying to spot anyone who looks like she may have disdain for the curly blonde, but he comes up empty.

“More like six.”

“Jesus, has it really been that long?” Felicity asks. “Is she okay?”

Lily turns and looks at Colt. “Yeah, Colt. Is Lex okay?”

She definitely knows, and he shoves his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, she’s good. She’s just been busy with me in Black Valley so much. And you know, two kids. Lily, can I talk to you for a second?”

The woman shrugs and stands, walking into the Chapel in her three-inch heels. “What can I help you with, Colt?”

“Where is she?” he asks as soon as he shuts the door.

“Who?” Her head tilts to the side, and she gives him big doe eyes.

Damned daughters of the club. “You know who. Where’s my wife staying?”

“I thought you said she was at home with the kids.”

“Cut the shit, Lily. Where’s Lex staying?”

“I don’t know.”

“Bullshit.”

Shrugging, she walks towards the door, but he grabs her arm and turns her to face him. “Tell me.”

“Get your hands off me, or I’ll open that door and call my husband in here to beat your ass. And once I tell Melanie what you’ve done to make your wife leave you in the dust, she’ll send Jace in to help. Considering how many of those men out there love the woman you’ve neglected and treated like garbage, I wouldn’t be surprised if you find yourself unable to walk for a long ass time.”

“I deserve to know where she is.”

“No, you don’t. She deserved to have the husband she married, not the man who made her feel two fucking inches tall. If Phoenix treated me the way you treat her, there wouldn’t be a year of figuring shit out. I would be gone the first time I had to question whether he was honest with me.”

“Lily, she’s taken my kids.”

Narrowing her eyes, she rips her arm from his hand. “Well, considering you have the kids this weekend, that’s another lie. Man, they just roll off the tongue, don’t they? And second, you haven’t known where she or your kids have been for months. You don’t get to play the concerned father now. I’m not saying shit to anyone because she asked me not to. To let it play out and let you tell them about the separation, but I swear to God, I’ll ask for forgiveness if you try this shit with me again.”

Running his hands over his face, he leans on the table. “I didn’t fuck that bunny.”

“I’m not the one you need to convince.”

“She won’t talk to me, so I don’t exactly have many fucking options!”

“Not my problem, Colt. I’m the attorney for the club, but at the end of the day, if it comes down to you or her, I’m with her. All the way. She’s my ride or die. The one person other than Phoenix I’d call if I murdered someone.”

He watches her walk out of the room, and the anger courses through him. Of course. He should have known better and feels stupid for even asking.

“Colt,” Jennings says from the doorway. “Talk to Lex about the Puffy Taco. See if she has any ideas.”

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