Chapter 35
DID I F*CK THAT PRETTY WIFE OF YOURS?
J.D. Stevens
I didn’t expect to break down in front of Rebel, overwhelmed by all the revelations from Dani’s letter. However, the harsh reality was that the life I led was responsible for the tragic loss of my wife and child. No matter what Rebel or anyone else said, my mind was firmly set on that fact. The truth was the truth. I owned it. I took responsibility for what happened to her and Luca the minute she flatlined at the hospital.
I had always carried the weight of blame for what happened, but reading Dani’s words made it more real. While she had a past like all of us, she wasn’t Agent Revels target.
He was after me.
I decided to let Rebel in on what the letter said because she deserved to know since she was helping me work through all this shit. And right now, she was a very important person in my life, and she had almost lost her life because of me.
Even though Rebel was in danger, I was very much a bastard and refused to let her go. If I could overcome the challenges of the past, I saw a promising future with her. She possessed a fiery spirit, sharp intellect, captivating beauty, and embodied everything I desired in a woman. If I died trying, I would do everything in my power to keep her from experiencing the same fate as Dani. Which brought me here.
As day was just breaking, the cozy suburban neighborhood street lay deserted and still. The only sounds that could be heard were the joyful chirping of birds, welcoming the start of a new day. It wouldn’t be long before people would start leaving to go to work including him.
I parked my Harley across the street, right in front of his home, basking in the glow of the nearby streetlamp. Under the eerie glow of the streetlamp, I positioned myself outside his home, ready to be seen when he finally stepped outside.
There was no point in hiding in the shadows. I wanted him to understand that I was fully aware of his involvement in my wife’s death and that I was determined to make him pay. Eventually we’d have to come face to face. So why not now?
No one knew I was here. Not Rebel and not my brothers. And that was exactly how it had to be. They would have tried to stop me or try to come with me to have my back. But this needed to be done by myself. I needed to make sure if this shit went left today nobody else would be caught up in it.
I hadn’t intended on doing anything as drastic as taking his life right in front of his own home. However, this was a ballsy move on my part. I didn’t want to go to prison. I wanted to be there for Siobhan, but who knew how this meeting would turn out.
Plans never go the way they should.
The front door of his house opened, and I let down the kickstand, then hoped off my bike. I leaned against the frame with my arms crossed over my chest.
Watching.
Waiting.
As he kissed his wife goodbye, a pang of jealousy surged within me. They looked so happy together. With a giggle, she gently removed the lipstick from his lips and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. It was the same shit Dani used to do to me when I left the house or went on a run. We never parted ways without telling each other how we felt always sealing it with a kiss.
Why should I let him continue to have these moments with his wife that I can no longer have with mine?
She closed the door after they said their last goodbyes. He walked down the paved walkway that led to the driveway and his garage with a briefcase in one hand and a gray travel thermos in the other. He looked like the typical G-man. Black suit, black tie, and white shirt. An uptight prick. He definitely couldn’t hide who he was even if he wanted too.
As soon as he reached his SUV and inserted the key into the lock, he paused, then slowly shifted his gaze towards me. Despite being a Fed, he seemed oblivious to the details of his surroundings. If I wanted to end his life right where he stood, he would have already breathed his last breath, and I’d been long gone before his wife could reach him.
His face registered shock, revealing that he recognized me, before swiftly concealing his reaction. But he was too late.
“Can I help you?” he asked from his driveway.
I wasn’t a fucking idiot. I wasn’t stepping foot on his property because I already knew he was fucking crooked. I wasn’t about to give him the chance to shoot me on sight for trespassing on his property.
I remained silent, observing his every move as he deliberated what he was going to do next.
“Are you lost?” he asked.
I wanted to say no I wasn’t lost motherfucker, but I held it in. He looked back at his home then back at me. I wasn’t going any fucking were. He’d either walk his ass over here or he’d find me parked out front of his house every morning until he did.
Finally, making his decision, he placed his briefcase and thermos on the hood of his SUV. As he approached me, he attempted to display his department issued firearm and the badge on his hip, like he was trying to intimidate me. My gun was locked and loaded. If he wanted to take it there, I was ready. If I was going to leave this earth, I’d make damn sure he did too.
When he reached me, his eyes burned with intense pure hatred. This realization made it clear his vendetta had nothing to do with Demons United, but everything to do with me. So, Dani was right. But I had no fucking clue who this guy was. I knew for a fact, I’d never seen him before.
He stood a few inches taller than me and even though his posture was relaxed, he was fucking seething I knew where he lived, and I was sitting in front of his house.
“I said are you lost?” he asked.
I chuckled and stood up, only inches separating us. “Nope. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
“Who are you?”
“Why waste questions on something you already know the answers to Revels?”
I could see the surprise in his eyes, like he never expected me to know his name. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. If I knew where he lived of course I’d know his name.
“What I want to know is what’s your problem with me? Did I fuck that pretty wife of yours? She looks like my type.”
He clenched his jaw, his lips tightly pressed together, as he struggled to keep his composure. But I was well aware of how to provoke a reaction from any man—just talk about his woman.
“Even though she doesn’t look familiar,” I continued, “I’m sure if you let me meet her, it might jog my memory.”
“I don’t know who you are,” he said, ignoring my comment about his wife. “But I’m a Federal Agent and if you don’t get the hell out of here, we’re going to have problems.”
“Of course, you know who I am Agent, and I don’t give a fuck because you already have a big fucking problem. And it’s me.”
“Is that a threat?” he asked, putting his hand on the butt of the gun.
“I don’t make threats, Agent. But I’m sure you know that by now.”
“Alan!” his wife called from the front door. “Is everything alright?”
He cautiously moved back, his hand slowly releasing its grip on the gun. He looked over his shoulder. “Yeah, honey! Everything’s fine. Go back inside the house.”
She looked at me, then back at him. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah babe. He just needed some directions.”
Although she didn’t appear convinced, she reluctantly nodded and retreated inside, shutting the door behind her. I was pretty sure she’d peek out the curtains to make sure nothing happened between us. Luck was on her side today and his. He was safe for now.
“Yeah, I think I’d remember a piece of ass like her.” I adjusted my dick causing him to glare at me. “So, I know I didn’t fuck her. So, what’s your issue with me, Revels?”
“I suggest you get out of here, MacDaniel before this doesn’t end so well for you.”
As I lifted my brow, he let out a sigh of frustration, realizing his mistake. So, he knew I had changed my name from MacDaniel to Stevens, taking my mother’s name instead of my father’s. Which meant he had information only a few people had, like me being connected to the Sinners. Looks like all roads led back to Las Vegas and the Sinners.
Fuck!
I chuckled and got back on my bike and put up the kickstand. “The next time you see me Revels, I’m going to kill you. That’s not a threat. That’s a promise. I’ll be seeing you real soon.”
I started my Harley and revved the engine. I held my hand up to him like I was holding a gun and then pulled the trigger before speeding away. The next time I saw Agent Revels, he’d be the next one to die on my revenge tour.