Page 61 of Vengeance

Lex locks eyes with Tess again and shakes her head. “Nope.”

“Why not?”

“Can’t. Not yet.”

A wave of worry washes over Jennings. He looks at Lex and asks, “Does it tie into the shit going on with the Slashers?”

“Yep,” Lex says, her eyes glaring at Autumn, her jaw clenched.

“And whatever it is that’s going on, you haven’t told Colt or anyone else?”

“Did Tess tell you?”

He chuckles. “No, no, she did not. How many women were involved in this?”

“All of them,” Tess says. “Every fucking one of them.”

“Not true. Two were missing.”

Laughing, Tess says, “Only one, technically.”

“Please tell me if it’s going to be something bad,” he groans. “I can’t take any more surprises.”

“Okay, baby,” Tess says and shifts back to sit facing the stage.

She makes sure to shift her luscious ass over his cock, and he switches from worry to aroused in less than a second. She’s good. She’s really good.

The doors open, surprising everyone, just as a woman who calls herself The Cobra Wrangler walks on stage.

“What the hell are they doing here?” VP asks.

“Who are they?” Emma asks from VP’s lap.

Her return to Griffin’s Beach surprised most of them, but it seems she and VP have found a way to make her living arrangement permanent this time. The only other woman VP loved was his late wife, Margaret, and everyone that was around when she died knows Emma saved him. He never would’ve made it through her death otherwise, but the way he allowed Zane to treat her and their daughter wouldn’t convince most.

“Satan’s Hellraisers,” VP says. “They’re a club out in Summerville.”

“They deal in drugs, mostly. Do we think they’re working with the Slashers?” Colt asks as he and Lex walk over to the group.

“Only one way to find out,” Jennings says and taps Tess’s hip.

Tess and Emma both stand, and Jennings and VP walk over to the group of uninvited men. TK stayed home with Karmen and the grandkids, but Diesel makes his way over to help. They’ve never interacted with the club before, but as the President nods a welcome to them, there doesn’t appear to be any animosity.

“Jennings, I presume?” an average height man with broad shoulders and light brown hair asks. The lines on his face mirror Jennings’s, and it’s obvious he’s gone through some shit.

“Yes, and this is VP and Diesel. I’m not familiar with your name, though,” Jennings says.

“Dax Hartman.”

His Vice President, with red hair and freckles, holds out a hand and shakes theirs. “Graham Finnegan. Everyone just calls me Finnegan.”

“Jamie McBride, but I go by Mac,” says their Sergeant At Arms with a shaved head and tattoos on his face.

“This is kind of a closed show,” Diesel says. “We’re doing a soft opening after we lost our first set of dancers.”

“That’s cool. The guys will be disappointed, but we actually came to talk to you,” Dax says. “We have a proposition of sorts, but maybe we should take it outside. We seem to have stolen the attention away from that hot dancer up there.”

Turning, Jennings watches while The Cobra Wrangler continues dancing with a scowl as no one watches her. “The entire room is our club, and we’re a little suspicious of most people right now.”

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