Chapter 10
NO NEED TO WORRY
Rebel Pierce
I just wanted to pull my damn hair out and scream. Never in my life had I faced so many obstacles while trying to find out some of the most basic ass information, like who responded to Dani’s accident. Simple shit like that should be documented because it was police policy that all responders to any calls be recorded no matter how small the incident. A traffic accident that killed a pregnant wife and mother wasn’t a minor incident.
Unfortunately, there were no records available for that day, showing the officers who were present at the scene or the call logs from the 911 call center regarding the accident. It was like everything had vanished, like it never existed. It looked more and more like J.D. might have a point because everything was pointing to a coverup.
A massive coverup.
“But the question is why.”
I understand the relationship between Demons United and the local police wasn’t good. That was expected. The club was a one percenter motorcycle club involved in all kinds of shit, but to me it would be extreme to cover up her death just to get back at the president.
Something else has to be going on.
“Fucking ridiculous,” I mumbled as I broke through another one of the never-ending firewalls I had encountered. “What in the actual fuck.”
“I could ask you the same thing.”
I looked up from my work and watched my sister as she sat in the chair in front of my desk in my home office. With a key to my place, she had no problem letting herself in whether or not I was here.
Despite being twins, our personalities couldn’t be more different. Everything about us was different—the way we dressed, our hair, even our personalities—everything except for our identical faces. Rumi was on a saintly level, while most people, like our parents, considered me a sinner destined for Hell, while raising hell on earth.
“I didn’t even hear you come in.”
With a joyful laugh, she crossed her leg over the other and placed her hands in her lap, recalling the etiquette lessons our mother insisted we attend. The same classes I loathed.
“Because you have your head buried in that computer like always.”
I leaned back in my chair. I hadn’t expected to see her for another week when I had to get fitted for my Maid of Honor dress. She was getting married, again, much to my disappointment. With her wedding just six months away, she could hardly contain her excitement. I wasn’t excited, but it didn’t really matter since my opinion didn’t count.
“I didn’t expect to see you for at least another week.”
“Well, when somebody shows up at your door, crying about how their sister has done them wrong and screaming about some guy pulling a gun on them, I think that warrants a special trip to see my sister.”
I rolled my eyes, groaning.
“Johnny doesn’t know how to take no for an answer. We broke up weeks ago. He should move on.”
“And the guy with the gun?” she asked with her brow arched.
Now this line of questioning was a little dicey. I didn’t want to bring up Caesar. My sister was engaged to be married, but she still had genuine feelings for her ex-husband. But her anger and heartbreak kept her from admitting it. That was how I knew this marriage between her, and Oscar was a mistake which would lead to one of them getting hurt if not both of them when she accepted the truth.
“A friend recommended my services, and he just walked in when Johnny had his hands on me.”
“What friend?”
“No one important.”
Hopefully, she’d drop it, but if I knew my sister, she wouldn’t because deep down she was curious and eager to know every detail about José.
She narrowed her eyes. “José?”
I didn’t answer because she knew it was him without me having to. She didn’t understand why I stayed connected with him, but we were friends before they hooked up. I know he fucked her over, but I tried my best to keep my friendship with him separate from what happened in their relationship.
“I don’t know why you still talk to him after what he did to me.”
I let out a heavy sigh. “Look, Rumi, your relationship with him has nothing to do with our friendship. I don’t talk about him around you and when I talk to him, I don’t talk about you.”
“What does he have you involved in? Is it dangerous?”
“I’m just looking for some information on an incident that happened, and no it’s not dangerous.”
The truth was that anything involving Demons United would be dangerous, but there was no need for her to know that. She’d worry more about me and be even more pissed with Caesar.
“I’m not convinced, Rebel because if Jose’s involved it means it has something to do with that club he’s in.”
Before I could respond, my cell rung. Without bothering to check the caller id, I grabbed the phone and raised my finger. She nodded then I answered.
“Hello, Rebel Pierce speaking.”
“Hey, Rebel. You got a minute?”
The man’s voice sounded like pure sin. The sound that came from his mouth was deep and raspy, sending shivers down my spine. And I couldn’t stop the smile from crossing my face.
As I glanced at my sister, I saw the unspoken questions on the tip of her tongue. As I rose from my seat, I dropped my smile. I put my hand over the receiver of the phone so J.D. couldn’t hear me talking.
“Give me a minute, sis. I have to take this.” I made my way to the door. “I’ll be right back.”
I didn’t have to take it, but I rather talk to J.D. than answer my sister’s questions.
“Who is it?” she asked, but I ignored her question and walked out my home office.
“Yeah, I got a minute. What’s up?”
“Have you found out any more information?”
“I thought I was supposed to call you when I did?”
“You were, but I’ve been anxious since I haven’t heard from you.”
“I’ve been hitting roadblocks. Massive roadblocks.”
“What roadblocks?”
“I can’t talk about it right now, but if you want to meet up later, I may have more information.”
“Alright, I’ll call you when I’m headed to your apartment.”
“Wait... what?” I asked with my eyes as big as saucers. “How the hell do you know where I live?”
He chuckled. “The same way I got your number. See you later, Rebel.”
As soon as he ended the call, I collapsed onto my couch, sinking into the plush cushions in my living room.
“Fucking, Caesar.”
“Was that him?” Rumi sat down in the chair beside me. “The man with the gun?”
“I thought I said give me a minute.”
“You did. But when do I ever listen to you?”
“Never. Look, I see the concern on your face, Rumi. Stop worrying. You’re just as bad as mother.”
Even though she smiled, I knew my request had landed on deaf ears. She didn’t need to worry. J.D. was still madly in love with his dead wife, so my heart was definitely safe, and I believed my life was too. After I helped him find out the truth, he’d go back to his life, and I’d go back to mine.