Page 78 of Consequences

Laughing, Grayson rubs a hand over his face. “The only competent person they have is Alex McKenzie.”

“Oh, a woman!” she gasps. “And men like Julian and Travis can’t listen to women. They’re never right even though they’re better than the FBI when they need to be. Like checking to see if their man is cheating.”

To say the Chief of Police and Police Captain are not favorites of Lex or the club’s is an understatement. She’ll never forgive them for firing Grayson because he took a bullet for Ashley. At least the club is no longer helping them out, which only makes the force look terrible.

Her phone rings, and she smiles when Colt’s name appears. “Hey, baby.”

“It’s not Colt. It’s me,” Undertaker’s unmistakable voice booms in her ear. “He let me use his phone to call you.”

Smirking, she winks at Ashley. “I stand by my statement, Undertaker. And you can have my number, you weirdo.”

“Lex, I need a favor.”

His tone puts her immediately on edge, and she pushes off of Grayson’s desk. “What’s wrong?”

“We just got back from the run, and we’re about to head into Church. I don’t have time to run home, and I haven’t heard from Jamie since this morning. It’s not like her.”

“Maybe she just got busy doing—”

“Something’s wrong, Lex. I can feel it, and we have… There are rules… It’s complicated, okay?”

Rules? No matter how creepy that sounds, she knows he won’t settle down until he knows his girl is okay. “I’ll go to your place and get her. We’ll see you at the clubhouse after Church, okay?”

“Thanks, Lex.”

“I gotta go check on Jamie. Grayson, what if we did surveillance on Ramsey? Maybe we can catch him doing something we can use as a trade. Let Brock and Beckett out of prison, and we won’t expose you. That kind of thing.”

“It’s worth a shot at this point.”

“Thanks,” she says and heads out to her car.

While never given a formal invitation to Undertaker’s house until now, Lex knows exactly where it is. She’s the one who recommended it to him. Mr. Rudolph owns multiple houses, including the one Ashley still has for writing.

A car she doesn’t recognize sits in the driveway, and her instincts scream that something isn’t right.Damn it, I don’t like it when I’m wrong.

She unlocks the glove compartment and pulls out her gun, slipping it into the back waistband of her jeans. Walking up the front steps, she counts in her head how many fights she’s lost recently, and she knows the odds aren’t in her favor at the moment.

“Jamie?” Lex calls as she knocks on the open door. “Jamie, it’s Lex.”

There’s movement inside, but no one comes to the door. If no one plans to answer her, she’ll just walk in. And when she does, her eyes widen as she sees Jamie tied to a chair with duct tape over her mouth.

“What the actual fuck?” she asks as a man she’s never seen before walks into the room with a suitcase. Right behind him is Ron, and she laughs when she puts together that this has to be her father.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I hate to be the one to tell you this, but restraining a Drifter woman against her will is a really poor life decision. Unless your goal is to die,” Lex says and walks right between them to Jamie.

Her bold decision shocks them enough that neither attempts to stop her, and she rips the tape from Jamie’s mouth, mouthing asorrywhen Jamie whimpers in pain.

“That’s my dad,” she says, tears falling. “And you remember Ron.”

“The one with the small dick. Yeah, he’s kind of hard to forget, pardon the pun. What the fuck is this?”

“They’re forcing me to come home.”

Lex laughs and unties the rope trapping her left arm to the chair. “The hell they are.”

“You don’t know who I am, so you better just sit down and let me take my daughter home,” Mr. Pittman says.

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