Chapter 49
I SETTLE THE SCORE
J.D. Stevens
When she finally said my name, I let out a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. Her voice was nothing short of incredible. I was so fucking worried, but Caesar had been keeping in the loop about her recovery. I had little time to talk to her because I had to ask Weasel some questions, but I needed to tell her how sorry I was for pulling her into all this bullshit and to tell her how much I loved her.
The sound of her sobs filtered over the line, each one more heart-wrenching than the last. I wished I could just pull her into my arms and vowed after all this shit was over, she’d never worry about another fucking thing in her life.
“Don’t cry baby,” I said.
I tried to calm her down because it hurt my soul to hear her cry.
“I didn’t know if I’d ever hear from you again.”
“Did you think you could get rid of me that easy?” Her tearful laugh echoed over the phone. “You’re stuck with me, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”
She sighed. “As good as can be expected under the circumstances. J.D., they’ve issued a warrant for your arrest. I don’t know how many times I have to tell them, you didn’t do this before someone listens.”
“Don’t worry about it, Rebel. I knew I’d be the first one they’d come after. I dropped you off and disappeared.”
“And Rumi.”
And Rumi. But that was her sister and even though I didn’t like her she loved Rebel in her own way and Caesar loved her. I wouldn’t speak against her. At least not right now.
“I’m sorry about what she did. She makes me so angry.”
“Well at least she didn’t try to kill you like my brother,” I said, chuckling but there wasn’t any humor in it.
I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I had a half-brother who had worked with our piece of shit father to take me down by killing my wife and son.
“How’s that going?” she asked.
“Club business, sweetheart.”
I focused on Hannibal who was walking my way. He looked mad as hell. I was pretty sure he was ready for all this bullshit to be over too. He was already dealing with a lot of shit.
“All I can tell you is what you dug up was right.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, Rebel. It is what is. I’ve always known who my father was.”
“So, what happens next?” she asked.
“I settle the score.”
“Prez it’s time,” Hannibal said, and I nodded.
“I’ve got to go, sweetheart. I’m sorry for pulling you into all this shit but I’m not sorry I got to meet you.”
“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”
Because I didn’t get the chance to before.
“Nah, never goodbye. I love you, Rebel Pierce.”
“I love you too. Make sure you come back to me.”
“Take care of yourself,” I said, ending the call without answering her.
I can’t tell her I was coming back because I had no idea what would happen. My father wasn’t a dumb motherfucker. I had no idea what he had planned even though he was backed into a corner. But I wouldn’t underestimate him ever again. Me thinking that my father would just let me live my life once I left Vegas was stupid on my part.
“She doin’ good?” Hannibal asked as we walked into the place the Sinners used to get answers.
“As good as she could be under the circumstances,” I said, and he nodded.
As soon as I walked in, a putrid stench assaulted my nostrils. A very familiar smell. Blood, piss, and cleaner. It doesn’t matter where we were, places like this always smelled the same.
Like death.
As I stared at the man, I had only seen on surveillance video. A surge of indescribable rage coursed through my veins. I knew my father used him to do his dirty work because he knew a Sinner wouldn’t do it, so he targeted an unsuspecting prospect. But I didn’t fucking care. My wife and kid were dead. Rebel was in the hospital.
Standing beside my cousin, I could feel Weasel’s eyes tracking my every move. However, I could tell he had no idea who I was until his eyes landed on my cut. Then, his eyes widened in surprise. Good thing Grimm hadn’t touched him yet.
“Gotta couple of questions for you Weasel,” Grimm said.
“I didn’t do anything Prez!” Weasel shouted, looking between me and Grimm.
“The video, I got says something different Weasel.” Grimm crossed his arms over his chest. “Looked like you were doing Sinner business, Prospect.”
“I only did what Fergus told me to do, Prez,” he said. “He told me, you wouldn’t have the guts to do what needed to be done.”
Grimm chuckled, the sound echoing through the room, before delivering a powerful punch to Weasel’s stomach. “Do I look like a motherfucker who doesn’t get shit done, Prospect? Fergus isn’t the fucking Prez of the Sinners, I am. All things start and end with this patch you stupid motherfucker.”
He pointed to the president patch on his cut.
“Where’s Fergus now?” I asked.
Weasel looked at me then Grimm. I gripped him by his jaw, digging my fingers into his skin and forcing him to look back at me causing him to grimace.
“Don’t look at Grimm. Look at me. Where is Fergus?”
He looked at me like I wasn’t fit to lick the bottom of his boot. And I wondered what exactly Fergus had told him about me.
“I don’t know.”
After releasing his jaw, I unsheathed my knife from the waistband of my blue jeans. I held up the blade, rotating it in front of his face, watching the way the light danced off the intricately crafted steel. Then, I ran the tip of the blade down his face, only scratching the surface of his skin causing him to hiss.
“Did Fergus tell you who I am?”
Weasel glared at me. “I know who you are.”
As I ran the tip of the knife down the other cheek, a sharp hiss escaped his lips at the sensation of the blade scratching his skin.
“And you know exactly what you did. He didn’t force you to do anything,” I said.
I could tell by the look of pure hatred on his face that he couldn’t care less. He only cared about what Fergus told him even if it was a lie.
“Where’s Fergus?” Grimm asked.
“I can’t tell you what I don’t know, Prez,” he said.
I took the blade and dragged it along his exposed chest, ensuring that it penetrated deeper than what the cuts had on his face. I couldn’t help but smile as his scream echoed through the room. I thought about the terror Dani must have been in when all this shit went down and this motherfucker in front of me was a part of all of it.
“You’re lying, Weasel,” Grimm said. “And it won’t save you. Your fate is sealed. It’s up to you how long you want this to last.”
“And one thing I can’t stand is a fucking liar,” I said.
I laid the knife flat against his chest, right above a tattoo. An intricately crafted black and white motorcycle with roses and thorns. A stunning piece of artwork. I hated to destroy it.
As I removed the tattoo from his chest, his screams, and pleas filled the room. As I concentrated on cutting the tattoo from his chest, I failed to realize that he had stopped screaming until I had removed the inked skin.
“Sorry bastard passed out,” Hannibal said before he stuck some smelling salts under his nose which forced Weasel to wake up.
“Weasel. Weasel. Weasel,” I said swinging the flap of skin I’d just removed from his chest in front of his face where he could see it.
“That was one of Amelia’s best pieces,” Grimm said, shaking his head as he watched me drop it to the floor.
Weasel puked, and we both stepped back so it wouldn’t hit us.
As I looked at my cousin, a smile spread across my face. “Damn she does good work.”
“She does. You need to make sure you drop by and see her. She’d love to see you.”
“I just might do that.”
My attention shifted back to Weasel, whose tears were now streaming down his face. I walked back to him, carefully sidestepping the vomit on the floor.
“You got anymore tattoos?” I asked as I walked around him. “Oh look, Grimm. Did you know he had a Sinners patch tattooed on his back?”
Grimm let out a low, menacing growl as he slowly circled around to where I stood. I knew that would piss off my cousin. If you weren’t a patched brother, you were forbidden from displaying any patch, even if it was permanently tattooed on your skin. Weasel was a prospect, and one thing in the mc world that you did not do was try to pass yourself off as a brother. That was a death sentence. Seemed like Weasel believed he was going to be patched in.
Grimm snatched my knife from my hand. “You’re no Sinner.”
He placed the knife against his back and cut the Sinners patch from Weasel’s back. More piss, blood, and vomit landed on the floor. Weasel definitely had to be a dumb motherfucker if he did all this without the blessing of his Prez.
“I’ll tell you where he’s at. Just don’t kill me, please.”
“Where’s he at, Weasel?” Grimm asked.
“Lyon County,” he said.
Grimm rolled his eyes. “At Stella’s?”
“Yeah,” Weasel said. “Daria’s there with him.”
“Of course she is. Joker, you know what to do.”
The man who had been standing silently against one of the walls nodded and walked out of the room.
“Let me go, Prez. You won’t see me again.”
Weasel pleaded with Grimm, but I knew that wasn’t going. He fucked up.
“Here’s the thing, Weasel. This here is my cousin and what you did was take part in the death of his wife and child.”
Fear filled his eyes as they widened.
“I didn’t condone shit to be done in this club’s name especially against my blood.”
Grimm stepped back, allowing me to step forward.
“I know Fergus probably fed you a bunch of bullshit about me. But you wanted to be a part of the mc world which means if it don’t come from the Prez, it don’t matter. So, you’ll have to pay for the part you played in the death of my family.”
“Please... I didn’t know...”
I gripped him by his greasy blonde hair, yanking his head back and giving me access to his neck cutting out all his pleas for mercy. They were all in vain, anyway. I placed the knife under his chin and leaned in. “This is for my wife and son,” I whispered in his ear just before I pushed the knife through his skin.
His body convulsed violently for several minutes before finally coming to a stop. With a swift motion, I removed my knife from beneath his chin and cleaned the blood off on my blue jeans.
“How do you want to do this?” Grimm asked.
“I want it public. In front of his brothers.”
“Done,” Grimm said, slapping me on the back before leaving the room.
Hannibal walked up beside me. “You good?” he asked.
I looked over at him and shrugged. “When he’s dead, then I’ll be good.”