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I’m getting really fucking tired of that term now.

Eyebrow raised, Shep smirks. “One of the OG strays, thank you very much. When I was a prick for the sake of being a prick, no one gave me any leeway. I had a reason to hate Psycho more than Zane has a reason to hate Lex. Psycho’s family killed my daughter, but I was told to deal with or leave. But Zane losing his mom to cancer thirty fucking years ago is totally fucking different? Special treatment much?”

He slams his hand on the table and stands. “You think it’s not a big deal? To watch someone you love die a slow and painful death? You’re forgetting that he’s had to watch that happen twice now. His mom and his wife.”

“It’s no worse than your daughter being raped and murdered on the side of the fucking road by a rival club!” Shep shouts back.“I wasn’t allowed to express my anger when I found out, so Zane sure as fuck doesn’t get a free pass, either.”

“I move to remove Zane from the Deranged Drifters,” Ky says. “According to our laws, we only need a majority, not a unanimous vote.”

Sitting down, Venom’s hands shake as he scans the room. “If we vote to keep that motherfucking sitting at this table, you’ll be replacing me as Sergeant at Arms because I will not sit with him.”

“You’d leave?” Jennings asks.

Colt’s just as surprised as the former President, but Venom smirks. “No, I’ll get my ass kicked out because I won’t just remove him from this club. I’ll remove him from this fucking planet.”

The way VP sits with his arms crossed, anger and disdain on his face, makes Colt wish he wasn’t sitting at the head of the table. He’d love nothing more than to leap across it and strangle his father-in-law. The same way Zane did to Lex.

Every time Lex makes any type of progress in her relationship with her father, he does something stupid to bring them backwards.

“I second the motion,” Rocco says, surprising Colt. “I may not like Lex, but no one at this table should be allowed to get away with putting hands on a woman.”

Rocco Hanson and his girl, Autumn, haven’t been Lex’s biggest fans in a long while, but at least he understands this isn’t something they can condone. And they never will.

“I will give you the choice to decide who tells your son. You wanna take his leather, or should it come from me?” Colt asks.

“I’ll fucking do it,” VP growls as he loses the vote. “It’s on you if he does something stupid because of it.”

“Nah, that’s on you,” Ky says. “You did this.”

Chapter Sixteen

Griffin’s Beach

Brock

The night of the fundraiser finally arrives, and Brock drives the stolen minivan he snagged the night before from Riverview. Beckett sits beside him as they park down the street from Donald Ramsey’s house. Estate would be a better term for it. The man clearly has money.

Something in Brock’s gut tells him this is nothing other than a bad idea. He knows Colt’s noticed the side conversations he and Beckett have been having, but he’s successfully sidestepped and avoided the confrontation. Now, though, he wishes Colt had confronted them. Made them tell him what they’re doing.

They should have come up with a stealthier plan. This one they have is going to end terribly. He just knows it, but Beckett won’t be deterred.

I can’t really blame him. I basically did the same thing for Summer.

When his wife was engaged to another man, Brock stepped in. She was being used and abused as a ploy to take over her father’s company, and he would have done anything to save her. And he did.

Additional conversations with Sebastian play in Brock’s head. Donald Ramsey is a mean son of a bitch who is beyond paranoid. He’s the type to have multiple plans in place to protect himself, especially if he has dirt on so many high-powered people. There’s going to be multiple levels of security they need to get around.

“You don’t have to come in with me,” Beckett says when Brock makes no movement to exit the van.

He stares at the large, brick building at the end of the street. “You don’t know how to get into his computer.”

“I’ll just steal the whole fucking thing.”

My God, we’ve already talked about this, dickhead.

“Won’t work, remember? He’s most likely got a home network, and taking his computer won’t grant us access to his files.”

“What’s the problem? You were all about this when we last talked.”

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