Page 4 of Truths
His hands lift in the air. “I swear to God, it's all true. I fucking lost everything, but when I found the club, I saw a way to hide while staying protected. Moreno recently started coming to Summerville, thanks to his daughter going to school near here, but I don't think he's recognized me. Doubt he's looking for a dead man.”
Dax sighs. “Brock, if you look up Jason Dunlap and find nothing, I say we keep Mickey. Jason. Fuck, what do we call you now?”
“This is going to get confusing,” Mac says.
“Hey, you never know when someone who can make bombs will come in handy. But I don't want anything to look like a terrorist attack, so we should be cool.”
Mickey doesn't look as comfortable as Dax expects, but he doesn't really care. Since Dani's death, it takes a lot for him to feel much of anything. Instead, he's just numb and going through the motions.
“And if I find something that could affect us?” Brock asks.
“Fuck him. He's dead then.”
Jennings looks around and shrugs while Mickey stares with wide, scared eyes. “Works for us.”
“Did you find anything else on anyone?”
“Nothing concerning. Some were rather impressive, though,” Brock says. “Who's Venom?”
A man with platinum blonde curls gelled back on his head raises a hand. “Me.”
“Damn.”
He gives a small smirk, and even though Dax knows what the man is capable of, he also knows Venom doesn't take as much pleasure in it like everyone assumes. There's something different about Venom, but he has come in clutch. Especially as they got out of drugs last year before becoming part of the Drifters.
“Thanks,” Venom says.
“Did you really set a man on fire before kicking him into a propane tank?” Brock asks.
Dax's eyes widen. He hasn't heard this story. “What?”
“My sister's boyfriend turned drug dealer and pimp. She wanted to get help, and he shot her up and almost killed her. So I lit his ass on fire and kicked him into a propane tank that was just fumes. More deadly than when it's full, and he ended up with too many pieces to put back together.”
Colt Nichols, one of the two newest Summerville transfers, drops his jaw. His tan skin pulls tightly against his T-shirt, and his hair is pulled up into a bun at the top of his head. “And you're out of prison?”
“Only got probation. The asshole was wanted for three dozen other offenses, including murder. I saved the county a shit ton of money by ending his miserable life. Plus, he'd almost killed my sister, so there was some sympathy.”
“You're nuts,” Psycho's voice calls through the speakerphone on the table. “I like you.”
Dax jumps, forgetting they had Black Valley on the line. “Shit, I about pissed myself.”
“We're sneaky,” Waylon, the Vice President, says.
“No shit.”
“Can we get out of this fucking tiny ass room now?” Finnegan asks, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple. “I need a drink.”
Nodding, Dax bangs the gavel on the table. “Let's go drink, boys.”
As they filter out of the room, the Griffin's Beach members all hurry to someone in the main area, and Dax knows Lex showed up. She and Colt transferred from Griffin's Beach, and there is a wide love net for the curly blonde.
“Lex!” Taylor “Shep” Shepherd calls as he pulls her into a hug and off the ground. “Heidi's going to be so pissed when she hears I got to see you.”
Something about Lex feels off, and Dax regards her with curious eyes. Everyone else notices it, too, and he sees two phones in her hands. “What's going on, Lex?”
“I, uh, borrowed a phone, Brock,” she says. “From your bag.”
“Of course, you can tell the difference between the bikes,” Marnie says.