Page 102 of Truths

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Griffin's Beach

Colt

Lex sits on Colt's lap as they all wait for Psycho and Dax to return from their meeting with Ryan. Killing Ivan felt like a relief, but seeing the damage they caused Dani, this feels more important. Like a heavy fog weighs on them all.

Psycho and Dax walk into the clubhouse, and Colt sees the bleeding knuckles on Dax's hands. He got solid hits on that asshole.

“He's fucking dead,” Psycho says. “Death by losing his dick.”

Dani's eyes widen beside Colt and Lex. “What... what did you just say?”

“After I bashed his face in, we hung him up, and one shot to his dick had it off. Hung there and bled out like a fucking deer,” Dax says. “Serves him right.”

She sighs in relief. “What about the rest of them?”

“I wouldn't worry about them,” Mickey says. “They're all scattered in other places.”

Colt snorts, and Lex spits out the water she drinks. Dani stares in confusion. “What?”

“Scattered,” Lex says and laughs. “He blew them up, babe.”

Eyes wide, she stands. “Wait, you... they're... you blew them up?”

“What about any women or children?” Lex asks.

Psycho laughs. “Like any of them had real women. And their club bunnies only show up after dark.”

Nodding, Kara smirks. “It's the only time you can look at them. The dim lights make them look a lot less frightening.”

“I suppose we should say our goodbyes and go and pick up the kids,” Colt says, wrapping his arms around his wife. “It'll take us at least three hours to make it home.”

“Summerville's barely an hour away,” Dax says, and Dani takes his hands to examine his injuries.

“You've never tried to pick up kids from their grandparents, have you?” Lex asks. “It's like a Midwest goodbye. You have to inch towards the door every thirty minutes until you're finally outside. And even then, it might still take at least an hour to leave.”

Her phone rings, and she shakes it in the air before walking out the back door to answer it. “Guess it might take us longer to get out of the clubhouse than I planned, too.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Shep calls, his arm moving Heidi behind him as he looks at the front door.

An unfamiliar man walks into the clubhouse with four large men in suits. What's with the well-dressed bodyguards around here?

“Boris,” he says, his accent heavy.

Jennings raises an eyebrow. “What can we do for you?”

“Jennings?”

“Yes.”

“We need to speak.”

Walking to the Chapel, he opens the door for him. “We'll need a few of our men to join. Dax, Psycho, VP, and Colt.”

Colt looks at Psycho and mouthsBoris? Thee Boris?

He takes his normal seat, and everyone stares at the Russian, who stands at the other end of the table with his bodyguards.

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