Page 73 of Acceptance
“Got what?” Undertaker asks, looking between the two men. “What the fuck is going on?”
“You heard there’s a new warden in town, right?” Colt asks.
This makes absolutely no sense. “Tony Matthews or something. So?”
“Well, Beckett and I may have helped him get into that position. Moved him up from guard to warden by making sure the position was vacant,” Brock says.
“So, he doesn’t die when we find him. Is that clear?” Colt asks. “We’ll make sure he suffers, but we do this a different way.”
“If he’d killed Marnie, would this be a different conversation?” Undertaker asks.
“It sure as fuck would,” Venom says and looks at Colt.
“So, just people important to the club as a whole get vengeance?”
Resting his elbows on the table, Colt leans forward and locks eyes with Undertaker. “You’re not in a rational state of mind right now, so if you can’t follow these orders, you stay here when we go.”
“Try and keep me away,Pres,” he says, spitting out the title like a bad tasting candy.
“His is your superior, and he’s giving you a fucking order,” Dean “Gunner” Owens shouts.
The man brought in the Army Five, and subsequently Undertaker, but rumor has it that Gunner hasn’t always agreed with leadership decisions, either. His stance now just serves to piss Undertaker off even more.
“We aren’t in the service now, Owens.”
The three Army Five still in Griffin’s Beach glare at him, and it appears to be a military showdown of sorts. It hits him right then that he’ll have no one on his side. Not a single person. Not even Venom, and he knows he needs to back down if he has any hope of participating in getting this guy.
“Okay, fine. This asshole doesn’t die when we find him.”
“We go tomorrow night. Brock locked down a location, but he’s damn good at covering his tracks. He’ll likely be ready for us, so we need a night to regroup and watch,” Colt says and bangs the gavel.
Undertaker walks out of the Chapel to find Lex sitting at one of the tables. Alone. He storms over and growls, “I thought you were supposed to hang out with Jamie.”
“She wants to be alone.”
“Is everyone in this building fucking useless?” he mutters. “I’m bringing her home.”
To his surprise, Lex stands and runs onto the stairs to block him, standing on a step to make them eye level. “She doesn’t want to go with you. Leave her alone.”
“I don’t give a fuck, so get the hell out of my way.”
Her palm hitting his cheek surprises him more than it stings, and he steps back in shock. “You need to check yourself, big boy. I’m not scared of you, and I promised her that you weren’t going up there to drag her out of here kicking and screaming.”
“That’s my girl!”
“No, I’m not!” Jamie calls out. “Not anymore.”
“Then what the fuck are you still doing in my clubhouse?”
He hadn’t meant to say it, but it came out anyway. Flinching at his own words, he realizes the entire room is not only silent but glaring at him.
Lex’s eyes widen as she smirks. “Yourclubhouse?”
“Stay in your fucking lane, Alexis.”
“Be a fucking man,” she counters. “Don’t forget, Undertaker, I know everything.”
His stomach drops, and he hates that Jamie told her about the rules. He wasn’t upset when Lex first confronted him because she was worried about Jamie, but now it’s going to bite him in the ass.
