Page 28 of Karma
“That’s not how they know. I’ll tell you if you’ll answer a question for me.”
He nods and looks amused. “Of course.”
“One of your victims knew one of our members. You killed her friend, and she sought you out. Got the information on you, but you killed her before she could get our help. All her stuff got sent to us.”
“Which one?”
The excitement behind the question makes her skin crawl, and her heart races so fast that she begins to feel light-headed. The sound of motorcycles calms her enough to answer. “Nina.”
“The last one, she was feisty. So much fun. Besides you, I think she’ll be my favorite.”
“You’re not getting her,” Lucas says and pulls out a large chef’s knife from the block, holding it out in front of them. “You’re not killing my mom!”
Phillip whips his head towards the door. “Motorcycles. I guess the hubby saved you. This time.” He stands, walking to the door, but he turns and smiles at her. “Until next time, Alexis.”
He disappears, and Lex leans forward to rest her hands on her knees as she lets out a shaky breath. Lucas keeps the knife aimed and ready in case Phillip comes back. Her protector.
“Lex!” Colt shouts as he runs into the house, his gun out and aimed. “Where is he?”
“He left,” Lucas says and sets the knife on the counter. “He heard the motorcycles and took off. At least for now.”
She swallows and stands upright, her stomach churning as the weight of everything settles. “Where’s Ty?”
“Out cold around the side of the house,” he says and hurries into the kitchen to pull her into his arms.
Venom and Ky rush inside while the others stay outside, and Lex’s legs give out the moment Colt wraps his arms around her. For the first time in a long time, she’s paralyzed with fear. She can’t fight crazy.
“Lex, are you okay?” Venom asks.
Leading her to a chair, Colt sets her down and kneels before her, taking her hands in his. “Baby, you’re shaking.”
“VP wasn’t wrong,” she says and fights back the tears. “And neither was I. He’s not after VP.”
“He had crazy eyes,” Lucas says. “Black. His eyes turned black.”
Undertaker walks inside with Shep as they help Ty. He has blood on his hands, and she guesses he took an unsuspecting hit to the back of the head.
“I didn’t even see the fucker,” Ty growls. “Why didn’t he just kill me? That’s his thing, right?”
“You’re not his type,” Lex says. “Oh my God.”
“What?”
Colt asks, his thumbs rubbing the tops of her hands.
Jumping up, she rushes to the sink and empties the contents of her stomach, which consists of coffee and a few cookies. Lucas rubs her back in concern. “Mom?”
She rinses out her mouth and turns to look at Colt. “I know what he has planned.”
“How?”
“Not how. Who.”
“Huh?”
Laughing as tears fall, she puts her head in her hands. “I’m the thirty-fifth victim. Female, anyway. Zane and Phillip will be thirty-four and thirty-five for the males. That’s why he stopped. The three of us will make an even seventy.”
“You don’t know Nina was the last—”
