5. Chapter Five
Chapter Five
Griffin's Beach Colt
S eeing Gavin standing at the bar wearing a Prospect kutte has Colt stopping and staring. He's not quite as tall as Ky, but he's not the shortest member they have, either. But it's not what he expected to see when he walked into the clubhouse.
"What?" Gavin asks, his dark hair wavy and curling behind his ears. It makes him look young, and he should really think about getting a better cut if he's going to look like a biker and not a biker's kid.
"When the fuck did you get old enough to prospect?" Colt asks.
He chuckles and shakes his head. "If this shocks you, you're in for a real surprise. But, dude, aren't you, like, my godfather or something? Shouldn't you know how fucking old I am?"
Walking over to him, Colt punches his shoulder and laughs. "I'm a guy. I don't pay attention to that shit unless it's my own kids. That's what I got myself a wife for. Well, one of the things I have her for."
"What's the main reason?"
He looks around before lowering his voice like he's about to share a giant secret. "Besides being batshit crazy in love with her, my woman has a mouth that would make a porn star jealous. Best sex I've ever had, and it gets better every fucking time."
"Lex still blows you? Damn, I thought that shit stopped once they got that ring."
"Not with my wife. Don't tell her I told you this, but she's on her knees at least once a week. Usually more."
The young man's jaw drops. "No shit?"
"I'm totally fucking with you. I'm not going to tell you what my wife does in the fucking bedroom. But I was serious about it being fucking amazing. I'll tell you that I go down every damn day, but you'll learn there's nothing better than a woman squirming on your face, especially when she tastes like fucking candy."
"I've heard rumors about Lex's skills, which is creepy considering you both are friends of my parents, but I don't need to learn the lesson you just gave me. I thought I was weird for liking it when my head gets squeezed by a pair of sexy thighs when a woman comes," Gavin says. "Just gotta make sure I don't go for a chick who makes those internet videos crushing watermelons with her thighs. That could end terribly."
"But what a way to go."
The conversation isn't raunchy considering their current location, but it's pushing the boundaries of comfortable with his best friend's son. Especially because Gavin knows Lex, and the last thing he needs is the kid thinking about Lex in too many sexual positions. It's why he lied and said he was fucking with him about Lex sucking him dry. As soon as he said it, he knew he’d gone too far.
"So, what's your shocking news? I thought mine was pretty awe-worthy, but your dad's text has me thinking he's in a full-blown panic."
Nodding, Gavin sits on a bar stool. "Oh, he is. What's your news? That way it's not a disappointment after I tell you ours."
He playfully punches the kid. "We have two more kids in the house. Teens, actually. I took in a couple of strays, I guess," he says and pauses. "Fuck! I'm just like Lex now."
It's no secret Lex has a habit of befriending the otherwise friendless. Now that Colt has brought home Hailey and Lucas with the intent of becoming their legal guardians, he's pretty sure he's just surpassed his wife. The only other person he's taken in was Bodie, but it was a favor called in by Chicago.
"My sister's pregnant."
Every concern about being the new one to take in strays disappears from Colt's mind, and he just gapes at Gavin. "Shut up."
"Just found out earlier today."
"Where's your dad?" he asks, his eyes wide.
"Don't worry. She won't tell us who the baby daddy is."
Smart girl. The moment Ky finds out who knocked up his daughter, the man will never take another breath. He tries to do the math, but for the life of him, he cannot remember how old Gracie is.
"Wait, back up. Isn't she, like... twelve?"
"Sixteen, but much closer than I figured you'd guess."
He punches the kid again. "The same age your mom was when she got knocked up with you."
Before he can answer, Ky storms into the room, his eyes darker than Colt remembers ever seeing before. Not that he typically gazes into Ky's eyes, but this is something he'd definitely remember and notice. He has crazy eyes. The type of eyes a man about to kill another man has.
"Took you fucking long enough!" Ky shouts.
"Uh, if you'd put in the text that you're about to be a grandpa, I would've put the crazy shit going on at my house aside a little sooner."
"Yeah, moving is just so fucking crazy, huh?"
"When you have to find room for two more kids along with your family after almost murdering an asshole who needs to bathe in bleach, yeah, kind of."
Both men stare hard at each other, but Ky breaks first and shakes his head. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Oh, no. We are not start with me. You're gonna be a grandpa?" Colt asks, and he can't help but laugh. "Jesus fuck, how did that happen?"
"I'm going to guess the normal way," Gavin says. "You see, Colt, when you have two people with raging hormones, they tend to get naked—"
Ky punches his son, knocking him off the barstool. Gavin gracefully catches himself on the floor and bounces right back up. But despite nearly faceplanting on the floor, he doesn't seem too concerned even though jokes like these may get him very, very hurt.
"The minute I find out what little prick did this to my daughter, he's fucking dead."
Tilting his head, Colt smirks. "Isn't that the pot calling the—"
"Everyone knew she was fucking me!" Ky shouts. "They didn't like it, but their oldest was a bunny before becoming a drug addict stripper. Trust me, Felicity getting pregnant wasn't even the biggest disgrace in the family."
"Is that where Gracie got her name? She came along after you two were married, unlike me who was the catalyst for your marriage. Was she the least dis- Grace -ful thing to happen in the family?" Gavin asks, quickly moving out of arm’s reach of his father.
Colt bursts out laughing, but he tones it down when Ky clenches his jaw so tight that he could very possibly crack teeth. "Remember that you have to prospect for two fucking years, son. I can make you miserable every day of those two fucking years," he says without unclenching his teeth and making it sound even more menacing.
Diesel walks out from his apartment and stares in confusion. "Colt, you're back now?"
"Yep, the transfer was approved already. Just gotta sew my new rocker on. Or, old one. Whatever. But this day is getting more interesting by the minute."
"What's going on?"
Gavin grins widely. "You're gonna be a great-grandpa!"
"Who the fuck did you knock up?"
"Not me."
Eyes wide, Diesel gapes at Ky. "Who the fuck did this to my granddaughter?"
"I don't fucking know!" he shouts and throws his hands in the air. "She won't fucking tell us! But the moment I find out, he's dead. Ten feet in the fucking ground."
"You aren't going to rip him to pieces?" Colt asks.
"Oh, I will, and they'll all get buried ten feet under."
"Colt has two new kids living with him and Lex," Gavin throws out when his father continues to work himself up.
Both elder Short men turn to him and gape. "What?" they shout in unison.
Shrugging, Colt sighs. "Yeah, we got two teenagers in the house now."
He recounts how they found them squatting, and then he pulls out his phone to show them the pictures of the house and mother. Both being caring fathers themselves, even though Ky's not exactly the poster child for it in the current moment, he knows both would have done the same thing. They understand why he couldn't leave them, especially knowing how Diesel cares about Lex.
Felicity storms into the clubhouse, and Colt moves out of the way the moment he sees her. She is pissed. She and Lex haven’t gotten along since the weird old lady meeting over a year ago where Felicity and Lex were on opposing sides about leaving the men behind and running away with the kids. Even with Lex having every right to want to run away, change her and the kids' identities, and never be seen again, she fought for the club. He thanks his lucky stars every day their love is stronger than his boneheaded ways because a woman like Lex should have left his ass years ago.
Colt has no idea why Felicity looks so damn angry right now, though. This doesn't look like a soon-to-be grandma rage. Unless the person who knocked up Gracie wears a Drifters’ patch. If that's the case, Colt wonders who they're burying tonight.
"Hey, baby—"
"I had another box of shit from my parents waiting for me when I got home," Felicity interjects. Her hair sits on the top of her head in a messy pile. The same hairstyle she used to quickly do before kicking someone's ass. Similar to the one Lex used to do, too.
Aside from the hatred in her eyes, she still looks like she could be on the cover of a biker calendar. Dark, wavy hair, dark makeup, tank top, tight jeans, and combat boots. She looks ready to hop on the back of a bike and ride off into the sunset. At one point in time, Colt had a crush on her. Until the day he saw Lex topless. Then he realized his love of blondes.
"What was it this time? If it was baby shit, I'm gonna lose it," Ky says.
"Nope, it was a bunch of Victoria's stuff."
His eyes narrow. "Why'd they send that to you? You barely tolerated each other."
"Because some of my stuff was in there, too. Tell me something. Why were you so upset when you found out Ashley was the first one to give Colt a blowjob?"
Gavin's jaw drops. "You got sucked by Aunt Ashley?"
"Because it's a fucking betrayal. And shut the fuck up, Gavin," Ky growls.
"Hey, how'd I end up in this conversation?" Colt asks, his hands up in the air in surrender. "I'm just an innocent bystander."
"Innocent," she scoffs and glares at him. "Yeah, right. So fucking innocent."
Leaning towards Ky, Colt asks, "Why's your wife so pissed at me?"
"No idea," he mutters back.
Felicity begins pacing slightly, which is never a good sign with women in the club. This means they need to do something to get their energy out, usually to stop them from beating someone's ass. "I find it really hypocritical of you to be angry with Colt for that after what I found in Vicky's things."
Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit. The day we all hoped would never arrive seems to be upon us, and I really wish I'd stayed home with a crying Lacey. Fuck.
"What'd you find out, Mom?" Gavin asks.
Kid, no. You just opened the can of fucking peanuts.
Felicity doesn't even acknowledge her son, which has Gavin backing up slightly. "You wanna know what I've been thinking about for the past hour, Ky?"
"That the sex talk and discussing proper birth control should have maybe happened sooner?" Colt suggests, hoping to deflect the conversation from the brick wall the freight train is currently running straight towards at full steam.
A swift punch to the gut from Ky knocks him backwards, but Colt still chuckles. Until Felicity slaps him across the face.
"Shut the fuck up, Colt."
"I'd maybe calm your tits because my wife's about to be here, and she'll knock you on your fucking ass for doing that," he hisses at her.
If she's pissed about what he thinks she is, he can't blame her. But that doesn't give her a right to lay her hands on him. And Lex will certainly not be okay with it.
Felicity locks eyes with her husband. "Speaking of his bitch of a wife, I've been thinking about how she threatened to expose a secret that would ruin our family, Ky. What secret was she talking about again?"
"We've already talked about this," Ky says, his voice low and almost a growl. "We have bigger shit to worry about right night now. Like our sixteen-year-old being knocked up."
"I'm telling you that being pissed at Colt for getting his cock sucked by your sister is hypocritical, and you still don't have the balls to tell me. I'm giving you every opportunity to admit what you fucking did. What everyone knows. Everyone except for me."
Turning to look at Ky, Colt stares with wide eyes, the sting on his cheek forgotten. "Dude, I think she knows. Come clean. It's the only option you got besides death," he whispers.
"I thought you knew, but I wasn't positive. I know Lex knows, and I know Ashley knows. Who else here knows? Who the fuck was told before I found out?" Felicity shouts, and she glances to Diesel. He looks guilty, and she shakes her head. "Even your dad knows, Ky. I should have been the first person who knew."
VP and Jennings walk into the clubhouse, and Colt wishes he could join them as they walk along the safety of the wall rather than coming to see the fireball that is Felicity. At the rate she's going, it wouldn't surprise him in the least if fire actually shot from her ears like the cartoons he used to watch as a kid on Saturday mornings.
Instead of admitting it, Ky doubles down on his commitment to his deceit, and while Colt can kind of find it commendable to stick to his guns, he knows it's stupid. So, so stupid. Which is exactly why Colt takes another step backwards and pulls Gavin with him out of the line of fire. She may very well beat her husband to death at this point.
"Do you know what’s going on?" Gavin whispers, but Colt doesn't respond.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, babe," Ky says.
Wrong decision, buddy.
"No idea? You have no idea?" she asks with a laugh before screaming, "How about the fact that you fucked my sister?"
"Wait, what?" Gavin asks. "You slept with Aunt Vicky?"
Her hands shakes as she stares at a silent Ky. "The worst part is how many people knew. Not me, but others. Not only did you not tell me, you fucking lied. For twenty fucking years, you lied your ass off. Twenty years!"
"Felicity—"
"Don't even think about coming home. If you do, no one will ever see you again. I can't... You disgust me!"
"Oh shit," Colt mumbles and takes another step backwards.