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“I’m Nash Dalton’s firstborn. Never wanted to be my father, although he did try for a few years, to his credit. But he didn’t let my mom put him on my birth certificate. As far as he’s concerned, I died the day he walked out on us. But I have some unfinished business to attend to.”
“Who’s your mom?”
“Kelly Sanders.”
The name doesn’t sound familiar, but she can’t stop staring. Phillip has the perfect mix of Zane’s and VP’s features. There’sno way he’s not related to them, but how has she never heard of him before?
“Oh, I am going to lose my shit on him,” Lex says.
“Be careful, Lex,” Phillip says. “He’s going to lose his mind when he finds out I’ve talked to you. I’m not supposed to exist. He made it very clear he wanted nothing to do with Mom or me.”
“When did you last see him?”
Biting his lower lip, he suppresses a laugh. “My fifth birthday. He knocked up my mom when they were pretty young, so we have a pretty big age gap between us, Lex.”
“How young?”
“They were fifteen. He walked away when he was barely twenty. Mom struggled to support me, and she tried to keep him in my life. He’d moved on with another woman he married, and he had another kid by then, though. I was old news.”
I have another brother. Considering my history with men related to me, this doesn’t feel like good news. Great. Just fucking great.
Chapter Six
Griffin’s Beach
Colt
Cigarettes. What Colt wouldn’t give for a good cigarette right now as he sits on the picnic table in front of the clubhouse. He gave up the habit a long time ago for Lex and the kids, but he wants nothing more than a long drag to calm his mind after the whole fiasco with Phillip.
The only other thing he wants more than a cigarette is Lex in his bed. He hasn’t stopped thinking about her all morning, and his thoughts keep rotating between worry about her safety and rolling around in the sheets of his apartment before he leaves on his run tonight.
He hasn’t told her yet about everything, even though he knows he should. When he does tell her, he’d rather have everything squared away with a plan in place to let her know she’s safe.
Lex pulls into the lot, and he immediately hardens in his jeans. His wife is good at reading his mind, and he smiles as he waits for her to walk up to him. That smile immediately falls when he sees her pissed-off face.
“Is VP inside?” Lex asks, yanking the door open before he can answer.
Jumping to his feet, he runs in after her. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“You,” Lex says, crossing her arms over her chest as she stops before him.
Her entire body shakes with anger, and Colt worries he may be losing his President patch today for killing an Original Ten. The club typically frowns upon the killing of a member without a vote.
He looks around to find the few people in the clubhouse typing away on their phones.
Mass message to tell everyone shit’s about to go down. Figures.
“Well, hello to you, too, daughter,” VP says with a crooked smile.
Taking a step back, Lex lowers her hands to her sides and clenches them into fists. She wants to punch her father square in the jaw, but Colt doesn’t know why just yet.
“Who the hell is Nero Sanders?”
VP’s eyes widen, and if Colt didn’t know any better, he’d swear VP visibly shakes. “Where did you hear that name?”
“Wrong answer,” she says through clenched teeth.
Looking at Brock, Colt asks him if he has any idea who this Nero is with a simple look. He shrugs in response, sharing that this name didn’t come up in the extensive review of VP’s past.
