“That’s not all?” she asked.
“No, not even close.”
“Then tell me, Devil. I’m not going to change my thoughts about you. I knew you were a hard assed man when I married you. I’ve been dealing with it a long time.” She rested her head against the chair and looked at him. Lexie wasn’t stupid. She knew Devil had blood on his hands, but she still loved him. To everyone else he was a tough as nails biker but to her and the kids, he was this tender, sweet, loving man. So long as he continued to be the man she loved, she didn’t care about anything else.
“Whizz tortured the information out of him. Everett was the man’s name, and he’d been sent by Gonzalez to kidnap Eva. Once he had her, he was to rape, torture, and finally kill her, sending bits of her back to Tiny at the clubhouse.”
Pressing a hand to her stomach, Lexie felt the nausea suddenly overcome her. “Stop the car,” she said.
“Lex, it’s fine, I’ll shut up.”
“I’m pregnant, and I’m going to vomit. Stop the f**king car now.”
He pulled up against the side of the road. Tugging the seatbelt off her, Lexie shoved the door open stepping away from the car. The bikes containing their crew stopped, heading back toward them.
“Lex?”
She bent over, pulling her hair out of the way as the first heave began. The dinner she ate started to come up. Devil took over, holding her hair out of the way as she continued to vomit.
“Boss, is everything okay?” Pussy asked.
“She’s fine. She’s pregnant again, and her stomach’s unsettled.”
She placed a hand on her stomach trying to stop the twists and turns happening.
“Congrats, Devil,” Death said. “I didn’t know you were expecting again.”
“All he has to do is look at Lexie and she’s pregnant.” This came from Pussy again.
“Are you okay, Lexie?” Judi asked.
“I’m fine.” She only got those two words out before she started vomiting again. Devil rubbed her back. The club surrounded them both, protecting them from any passerby. She didn’t know who was going to be passing on the road at night, but she was pleased by the protection.
“It’s okay, baby. Let it all out.”
She liked Eva. The other woman knew what it was like to be a woman to an MC president, and they spoke often on the phone. Thinking of Devil and Tiny no longer being on speaking terms, she knew in her heart things were going to change.
All because of Gonzalez.
Everything was going to change because of one man who didn’t deserve to be given such power.
Heaving once again, Lexie was relieved when nothing else came up.
Over and over she heaved until finally she collapsed in Devil’s arms. Someone handed her a cloth, which she took to wipe her mouth.
“I wouldn’t kiss her if I was you, Boss. She’d have vomit breath, and that’s just nasty.”
She chuckled at Pussy’s statement, looking at her man. “He’s right. I need a mint.” Lexie placed a hand in front of her mouth so he wouldn’t get any scent of her sickness. Her mouth tasted horrid.
“I hate seeing you ill,” Devil said. “I shouldn’t have told you what went on.”
Shaking her head, she took the mints that Judi gave to her, popping two inside her mouth. Devil handed her some water, which she took a generous swig from.
“No, you’ve got to tell me these things. The ride, then thinking about something bad happening to Eva, it was all too much.”
“Are we good to get on the road?” Ripper asked.
Devil looked down at her. She nodded, wanting to put the kids to bed and then a shower. “Let’s go.”
“Get on your bikes, Chaos,” Devil said, yelling out the order.
He helped her back into the passenger side of the car. Pressing a hand to her head, she took several deep breaths to calm her nerves. Staring at her hands, she saw they were shaking.
“Tell me more,” she said.
Devil climbed behind the wheel, and they were on the road within minutes.
“I don’t want to tell you more.”
“You’ve got to if you want sex, remember?”
“Babe, I love you, but you look like death warmed up. It doesn’t look like I’ll be getting any tonight.”
She chuckled. “After I’ve washed and brushed my teeth, I’ll be fine. Come on, you know how hard pregnancy hits me. Please, give me a break.”
“Fine.”
He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “Lash snapped the man’s neck, but I got a call from the cop I’ve still got on my own payroll.”
“What is it?”
Devil stayed silent, and Lexie knew it was bad.
“Don’t hold anything back from me, Devil.”
“They were called out to the clubhouse.”
“The clubhouse is closed. We weren’t there.” Some of the guys had stayed behind in Piston County, but none of them had stayed at the clubhouse. Lexie had watched Devil lock the compound up, securing the large metal fence.
“No one was there, but the cops got an anonymous tipoff. They found a woman, dead, badly beaten, tied to the gates of the compound.”
Pressing a palm to her stomach, she rubbed to try to stop the nausea from starting.
“So?”
“Baby, the cop said the identification on her body was that of Kayla Howard.”
His words rang through her head. No, it couldn’t be Kayla.
“You ordered her to stay away and make sure Kayla stayed dead. There’s no way she would have come around.” She shook her head, as her vision started to blur with tears.
“She did stay dead and gone, Lex. Someone went out of their way to find her. It’s the only explanation for her being found.”
She held onto the front of the car and placed her head between her knees.
“Do you need me to stop?”
“No, keep driving. I want to get home.”
He stayed silent while she stared at the floor.
Kayla’s dead.
My sister, Simon’s real mother, is dead.
None of it made sense to her. She always thought Kayla was having a much better life out there.
Someone found her and killed her.
“What happened for you and Tiny to start fighting?” she asked.
There had to be more to the story. Tiny wasn’t the kind of man who started a fight just for the sheer joy of it.
“I need to go and identify the body,” Devil said. “She had two identities strapped to her body. I need to go and prove who she is.”