Page 26 of Karma
And how did you get here without Brock knowing?
“Did I give you enough time to get the kids away from me?” Phillip asks as he walks into the kitchen but stops. “Who’s the kid?”
“My adopted son.”
Normally, she wouldn’t specify, but knowing he seems to want his own flesh and blood dead, she needs to make it clear that Lucas isn’t blood related. She just hopes it keeps him safe.
“I thought we should talk. The kid looks ready to kill me.”
“He’s protective,” she says and reaches out to squeeze Lucas’s arm. “You don’t know how to knock? Just walk into people’s houses?”
“I wasn’t sure you’d answer.”
She frowns at him. Playing dumb may work to her advantage. Or it might piss him off more. “Why wouldn’t I answer?”
“Well, I’m sure our father has filled your head with all sorts of crazy things about me.”
Forcing a laugh, she nods. “Yeah, he said you were nuts.”
“Do you believe him?”
“I don’t trust him with anything.” And it’s probably the truest statement she’ll ever make to this psycho.
“That didn’t answer my question.”
He looks intrigued, and Lex sees an opening. “I don’t know you well enough to trust you, and I know him well enough to know that he’ll say whatever makes him look better. Take it as you will.”
“But he’s still your father.”
Lex rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “A father who cares more about the son who tried to kill me in a fit of rage. He’s actually more concerned about the danger Zane might be in right now, not me.”
“Where’s our brother?”
Shrugging, she sighs. “Hell if I know. He got kicked out of the club and abandoned his daughter who just lost her mother to cancer. If anyone’s heard from him, I don’t know. Granted, I don’t know that VP would tell us if he does talk to Zane.”
Moving into the kitchen, he takes a seat at the table, but she stays beside Lucas. If Phillip attacks, she plans to be a barrier to keep Lucas safe. She’ll be damned if she lets him get to her son.
“Why do you call him VP?”
“Because he’s about as fatherly as a fatherless man?”
“No,” he says with a chuckle that has no humor behind it, “why do you call him VP instead of Nash?”
There’s something in his eyes that wasn’t there the other day when she met him. A darkness, and she’s surprised at how dark his eyes are. They’re almost black.
For someone stalking her and killing women who look like her, Phillip doesn’t seem to be big on research into their father. It confirms that VP isn’t his target, and it makes her uneasy. He wants her and Zane.
“He was the Vice President of the Deranged Drifters for thirty-some years.”
Tilting his head, he stares at her with a look that sends a chill down her spine. If they weren’t related, she’d assume he undresses her with his eyes. No, he’s sizing her up. Like a snake determining how long it needs to fast before eating its prey.
“But he’s not anymore?”
“No, he stepped down over a year ago.”
“So, someone else is the Vice President?”
She snorts. “Yes. My husband’s best friend.”
