Page 13 of Karma
“She’s kind of a bitch considering she’s offed more husbands than she legally should have been allowed to marry.”
Moving the flame, she lets Raena catch her breath. She wrinkles her nose and asks, “Do you smell that?”
The older woman pissed all over herself, and Lex knows it won’t be much longer before she loses control of all bodily functions. “Smells like karma. She should’ve looked into us a little more. Maybe she’d have thought twice about coming for one of us.”
“He’s my son!”
“He’s our family,” she snaps back. “And if you think I’m scared of going to hell for what we’re about to do to you, you really don’t know who you pissed off.”
“Her mistake,” Everlee says and hands a second torch to Lex. “Hopefully she doesn’t have fake tits. They’ll probably melt pretty fucking quick if she does.”
“Oh, ouch,” Lex says. “Remind me never to piss you off.”
“Mama bear, Lex. Mama bear.”
Chapter Five
Griffin’s Beach
Lex
Taking a seat outside the cafe, Lex opens up the newspaper and scans the classifieds. As much as she tells people she’s fine without her Mustang, she misses it. That car was her first baby, and she loved that car.
If given the choice, she will always choose to have her kids safe over a vehicle. Lucas and Noah could have died, and she’ll never regret having to give up her car to have her boys safe. But that car had been with her through so much of Lex’s life that it was hard to say goodbye.
Driving the SUV Colt bought when they were separated to haul the kids around in just isn’t the same as cruising in her ‘stang.It’s tall and spacious, but she’d prefer to be low and fast in her little sports car.
“Nothing,” Lex mutters as she runs through the few cars listed for sale.
The internet has proved to be just as fruitless. They’re either heaps of junk, too expensive, or too far away to purchase. She refuses to settle for a Camero or some type of Mopar. And the new Mustangs just don’t have the same appeal as the old ones.
“I guess it’s pointless to keep torturing myself. It’s a miracle I found it back when I did.”
The kids are at school, including Calla, who just started preschool. When she finishes her coffee, Lex plans to take advantage of no parental responsibilities and join Colt at the clubhouse for a little fun before he leaves for his run.
“You!” someone shouts.
Glancing up, Lex sees Hailey and Lucas’s stepfather, Harold, storming over to her. “Holy shit, I figured you’d burst into flames if the sun touched your skin. How’d you get out of that shithole you call a house?”
“You tried to kill my son!”
HIs odor hits her before he’s reached ten feet of her, and she coughs. This man needs to be dropped into a tub full of bleach. Even then, that might not be enough.
“What the hell are you talking about?” she asks, not even bothering to stand up from her spot. “Wait, you have a son?”
“Lucas!”
“That boy is not your son.”
Her neck tingles with the familiar feeling telling her she’s being watched, but she’s got bigger things to worry about right now as Harold stops before her and shoves a finger in her face. His fingernails could rival a sloth, and the white powder on his pinky nail could either be powdered sugar or coke. Either couldhave prompted the strange burst of energy to leave his mold infested home.
“You tried to kill him!”
Lifting an eyebrow, she covers her nose. “No, that would be you who has done that. Seriously, dude, do you even know what a shower is?”
Customers nearby quickly scurry away as the wind picks up and disperses his stench all around them. Some cough and gag, while others cover their coffees and pastries.
“Don’t try to change the subject!”
