The Last Betrayal (22 page)

We continue to watch and listen in silence at the two men, catching Trick in the act of his betrayal to the Crusaders. He’ll fucking pay for this.

After baldy disappears back inside the decrepit church, Trick looks around at his surroundings, a bit fucking late to see if he’s alone. For a snitch, he’s either too confident, cocky or he’s not very careful which is exactly why we caught him betraying us.

I’ll have to keep my distance from him at the British chapter’s clubhouse. I’m known to act out in anger. Before I met Lauren, I was forever throwing my weight around, but for her sake, I’ve reined it in, keeping it under wraps as not to scare her away.

“Ring Prez, he needs to know about this,” Blade says to me, keeping his eyes on Trick.

I slowly wind my window up before pulling my phone from my jean pocket. I have the Prez on speed dial, which is handy in situations such at this.

“Champ, what do you have?” Prez says as soon as he answers the phone.

“We just trailed Trick to a run-down church. He spoke to a Hell Riders man with a Nazi symbol on the side of his neck. We heard what Trick was saying…” I trail off and clear my throat. “We heard what Trick was telling the Hell Riders dude.”

“What did he say?” Prez replies through gritted teeth. I can feel his fury coming through the phone. I think he has an idea of what Trick has said.

“He told him about the drop off that Mack has ordered. Hell Riders are going to be there to fuck it up and take the shipment.” The words flow out my mouth, full of anger and hate toward a man I have hardly spoken to.

“Shit! Get your asses to the clubhouse. Now!” He hangs up on me after shouting out our orders.

We bide our time, waiting for Trick to leave the area before starting the car for the drive back to the clubhouse.

Sitting around the Church room table, again, I explain to Mack and everyone else what we heard and saw. Mack is unusually calm, making him seem like a scary fucker. The man always has something to say and to see him so calm after what I’ve just revealed has me squirming in my seat.

Biting my lip, I get lost in thoughts of how this is going to play out, how we’re going to put an end to Trick’s games, betrayal, deceit and lies.

“Hey, pretty boy! Focus!” Mack says, his face now a worrying shade of red.

I raise a brow at him. Fuckin pretty boy? Only Cobra gets to call me that, and Lauren. “Don’t call me that, you don’t hold that right. What are we doing about this motherfucker because I’m sick of being in this country. It’s too cold,” I say, folding my hands on the table in front of me.

“That’s what we’re discussing. Keep your fucking head in the game, mate!” he shouts back at me.

“You need to lay the fuck off. I know you’re pissed, but don’t take it out on me, especially when it was me and Blade that got this information for you.” I stand and point my finger in his face. Heat floods my veins as the anger pushes forward, surging me forward. “Do not get fucking pissed at me. This isn’t my fault.”

“Sit down, Champ,” Prez warns, glaring at me from his position to my right. “Everybody needs to calm it down.”

I sit back in my seat, biting my tongue before I say something I seriously regret. Crossing my arms over my chest, I make myself look menacing. No one fucks with me. Ever.

“Plan?” Mack says, sighing and rubbing his hands down his gritty face. He looks tired, haggard and a little old. This lifestyle is taking its toll on him and it shows badly.

“We arm ourselves to the teeth when we go to the drop off. Expect the unexpected, so to speak. Take Trick with you and keep him close. He will be executed along with those pricks, Hell Riders,” Prez says, taking a long drag on his fourth smoke in the last fifteen minutes. “The drop off is in two days and we’ll be ready.”

Mack hangs his head and a deep, low growl emanates from his chest. “This is fucked up. That tosser with fucking pay for betraying us.”

“Damn right he will,” Cobra speaks up. Since we’ve been here, he’s been unusually quiet, and it’s unnerving to say the least.

“That concludes Church for today then. Blade, keep tail of Trick. Cobra and Champ? Spend some damn time with your women before they start feeling neglected and nose into our shit.”

We laugh as we push our chairs back. I wait for Cobra to come around the table so we can walk out together. I need to find out what’s up with him. He needs his head in the right place for what’s going to go down in just two short days. We can’t afford to have him distracted.

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I ask him when we’re out of earshot from the others.

“Nothing,” he replies quietly.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. You’ve been quiet. I can practically see the wheels turning in that dumbass brain of yours.” I snicker. I love riling him up, most of the time it gives me the answers that he won’t tell me.

“Hey, I’m no dumbass, brother,” he snarls at me.

“Fuck. Just tell me what the hell is on your mind then!” I raise my voice an octave, getting frustrated at his pain in the ass stubbornness.

“Alexis is pregnant,” he says in a low, quiet voice.

“What the fuck did you just say?” My eyes widen in surprise. Fuck me. That’s not what I expected to come out of his mouth. I can’t imagine him being a father.

“You heard. Alexis is pregnant. We found out this morning.” He looks everywhere but at my face.

I’m standing stock still in utter shock. “How do you feel about it? You don’t look too happy,” I ask him, concern lacing my words.

“I’m not too sure. Remember when she had that water infection back home a few weeks back? She was placed on antibiotics and apparently that can cancel out the pill. Plus, we stopped using protection without a talk, which was damn stupid of us. ”

“Shit. I didn’t expect that to come out of your mouth at all. Have you even spoken together about it?” I ask, curious at how he took the news this morning.

“No. I walked out on her without saying another word. I can’t imagine the state she’s in right now.” Cobra’s face wrinkles into a grimace, guilt written on his face.

“You complete and utter asshole,” I mutter at him before walking out of the clubhouse to my rental.

A: Need 2 talk x

L: U ok? X

A: Not really x

L: Come on down x

Alexis is obviously down in the dumps about something. Usually her texts are witty and longer. This time they’re short, blunt and not giving off the happy vibe she usually has.

A knock on the suite door has me jumping up and running for it. Opening the door, Alexis stands there with tear streaks straining her cheeks, her bottom lip trembles when she sees me. I pull her into the room, slamming the door shut behind me.

“Babe, what the hell?” I ask, wrapping her in my arms. “What’s happened to get you into this state?”

“I’m…” she trails off, shaking uncontrollably. “I’m pregnant.”

“Oh my God! Congratulations, chick!” I shout, squeezing her harder. “You don’t seem very happy about it though.”

“When I told Cobra this morning, he walked out on me without a single word. His face paled, and he didn’t seem too happy at all,” she tells me, more tears falling down her face.

This should be a happy time for her. A shock maybe, but happy nonetheless. Cobra acting like a prick is uncalled for, and I’m sat here picking up the pieces of his stupidity.

He may be shocked, but fuck me, there’s no need to walk out on his Old Lady after finding out she’s pregnant. Do men not have brains? Me? I would never forgive Champ if this was reversed and it was happening to me.

Fuck Cobra. At the end of the day, it’s his loss, not Alexis’.

Instead of sitting here and telling her what an idiot Cobra is, I reassure her, knowing this is what she is needing. “He’ll come around, babe. He’s just shocked.”

“Will he? He didn’t even speak to me after I told him; the look on his face shattered my heart. What if he leaves me, Lauren? What will I do? I can’t be a single mother, I just can’t.” She sobs on my shoulder, my shirt becoming wet instantly.

I rub soothing strokes over her back and grit my teeth through what I really want to say to her about prick face. “No doubt he’ll speak to Champ and he’ll either punch him in the jaw, or give him a stern lecture on how to treat a woman. They’ll be back together and you’ll talk. Like I said, he’ll come around,” I reassure her. He fucking better too. I’m pissed, and I’m ready to give him a piece of my mind myself.

“I would say let’s crack open a bottle of wine, but we can’t,” I say, smiling at her.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” she screeched at me.

“Shit, no, sorry. Me and my fat mouth.” I pull away from our embrace and hang my head. Guilt crashes through me. That’s not the sort of thing to say to someone who just shockingly found out she’s pregnant.

“No, don’t be. My hormones must be flying, I didn’t mean to shout at you, Lauren,” she tells me, taking my hands in hers. “I’m just being a sensitive bitch at the moment.”

I chuckle despite the situation and soon we’re back to our normal selves, laughing over nothing and pretending real life didn’t just crash around Alexis.

My phone beeps and I remove myself from the comfort of the couch and walk toward my purse sitting on the breakfast bar.

C: Will be back in half hour. Is Alexis with u? x

L: Yeah, she’s here. I swear to God, if he shouts at her, I’ll kill him myself!!!!! X

C: He’s ready 2 talk 2 her. C u soon x

I place my phone back in my purse and grab a couple of sodas from the mini-fridge. Walking back to the den, I see Alexis sitting there staring at her phone with a worried expression on her face.

“Is everything okay?” I ask her, sitting myself down next to her. I lean over her shoulder to see what’s on her phone and sigh in resignation. A text from Cobra, brief and to the point telling her he’ll see her in their room in half hour. “Go get yourself cleaned up and have a shower before he’s back. You’ll feel better.”