Page 97 of Acceptance
“Why the fuck does he hate an Original Ten?” Colt asks.
“Fuck if I know. Talk to them. I bet one of them knows who Phillip is. And you need to hurry up because if you don’t find him, he’s going to get Alexis. He’s working his way up to her. Said he’s perfecting his plan for the moment he finally gets her.”
The name doesn’t sound familiar, but Colt’s blood runs cold. “That’s all you can tell us?”
“For now. When you find out more information, come and talk to me. I have a contact working on getting more information from his angle. Assuming we have a deal.”
“Give me the name of your guy, and I’ll work with him,” Brock says.
He shakes his head. “Not a chance, man. I’ll never stay alive long enough to see you get him. Besides, he won’t work with you.”
“This doesn’t sound like much to go on,” Tony says. “You’re asking a lot.”
“Do we have a deal or not?”
“We’ll think about it,” Colt says and walks out of the room.
There’s little more they’ll learn from him because Colt’s about to bash his face into the table. His head spins as he thinks about whether someone’s after his wife.
The only thing he wanted to know was when all fourteen victims had been identified. He hasn’t looked at any of them.
Nina looked like Lex, though. I know that much.
“What do you think?” Brock asks as they walk back to Tony’s office.
“I can pull his phone records, and I’ll get the copies of the mail correspondence,” Tony says. “I don’t know how much I trust what he has in his cell. It sounded like a lie, but it was weirdly specific.”
“He’s just doing it to keep himself alive. Desperate men will figure out anything to save their skin.”
Colt stares out the small window. “I can’t take a chance that someone might be after Lex. But who the fuck would be after her because they hate someone wearing the leather?”
“It has to be VP, right?” Brock asks. “I mean, who else would they hate to target her?”
“My dad. Diesel. Hell, it could even be Jennings.”
“What do you want me to do here, guys?” Tony asks. “Keep him alive or set him up for a terrible accident?”
Licking his lips, Colt rocks from his heels to his toes and back again. “Keep him alive for now.”
“I’ll make sure he stays alive, and I’ll get you copies of everything, Brock.”
The two Drifters leave after thanking Tony, and Colt stops at their bikes outside. He just stares off at the sky while he thinks about what this could mean.
“What we going to do, man? Bring it up in a meeting?” Brock asks.
“Not yet,” he says and taps his breast pockets. “Times like this make me wish I didn’t quit smoking. I could use a fucking cigarette now.”
“Why not bring it up in a meeting? We can gauge reactions at the very least.”
“Because I’d like to know for certain before we bring it up, if we can. Can you look into the backgrounds of each original member? Even the dead ones?”
Scrunching up his face, Brock shakes his head. “Why the dead ones?”
“Because I don’t trust this Gerard asshole. If this person exists, it could be out of retaliation for a dead member. And the dead member I could see someone getting revenge by taking out Lex is Rush.”
Rush Gable died at the hands of the Drifters after he killed Colt’s younger brother, Noah. He’d been kicked out of the club after getting caught sleeping with Colt’s mother while she was still with his father, and he tampered with TK’s bike.
“Think he’s got another kid out there somewhere?”
