Chapter 47
SINNERS CHURCH
J.D. Stevens
Las Vegas
I walked into the room where the Sinners held Church behind Grimm, and his VP, followed by my brothers, Hannibal, and Schizo. As soon as we entered the room, the silence was so thick you could almost hear a pin drop. I could see the curious looks on some of the Sinners’ faces wondering why we were there.
We proudly displayed Demons United MC and North Carolina rockers on our cuts, and I was sure they all wanted to know why one of the largest one percenter motorcycle clubs in the country was in their clubhouse, let alone in Church, which was reserved for only members. But do you know who wasn’t in the room?
Fergus.
My father.
Apparently, no one had seen or spoken to him in several days. Did I really believe that was just a mere coincidence? No, I didn’t. The few days aligned perfectly with me having a run-in with Agent Revels, suggesting that he likely tipped him off. But it didn’t matter. My father would die for what he did. I’d make sure of it.
“Who are they?” one of the Sinners asked, nodding towards us.
We all stood at the front of the room behind Grimm. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. I had to fill him in on everything. From Dani and Luca’s death, how it connected to my father and the Sinners.
“That’s our cousin,” Colin answered before Grimm could introduce me to the other Sinners. “He decided the Sinners weren’t good enough for him and hightailed it out of here.”
Colin was younger than me and we really didn’t get along back then. He was a spoiled brat, strutting around with an entitled attitude, expecting everyone to cater to his every whim just because his father was the founder of the Sinners. It sounded like Fergus had definitely been in his ear about me.
I took a step forward, but Grimm stopped me.
“Colin, shut the fuck up!” Grimm shouted. “I don’t care if he is our blood, in this room you respect him for who he the fuck he is. That’s a fucking MC President.”
Colin let out an exasperated huff, slouched back in his chair, and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Fergus’s boy?” one of the members asked.
Judging by his age, he must have been around during my younger years. He looked familiar, but it had been so long ago I couldn’t place his name.
“Yeah, this is Fergus’s boy,” Grimm said. “Anyway, we have a problem that involves Demons United and today J.D. is here not as family but as the president of Demons United’s North Carolina chapter.”
“And what does that mean?” another brother asked.
“A brother and a prospect fucked up, and he’s come to collect blood,” Grimm said.
“Which prospect and which brother?” another Sinner asked.
“The prospect doesn’t matter,” Grimm said. ”I”ve already decided because he hasn”t been patched in and he did something he had no business doing in club colors like we sanctioned that shit,” Grimm said. “His blood belongs to J.D.”
“Who’s the brother, then?” the same Sinner asked.
Grimm took in a deep breath and released it. “It was Fergus,” he said.
An uproar rippled throughout the room, creating a sense of chaos. Their eyes revealed a mixture of disbelief and anger. And I understood it all. If someone had come into my clubhouse and accused one of my brothers of the same wrongdoing, I accused Fergus of, I wouldn’t believe it either. And even though we didn’t have a good relationship, if it hadn’t been for the evidence, I wouldn’t have believed my father would do this to me.
“Bullshit!” Colin yelled. “Uncle Fergus wouldn’t do anything in this club’s name without your okay, Grimm and you fucking know it.”
Grimm crossed his arms over his chest. “If I hadn’t seen the evidence for myself, I’d believe you. But J.D. and I’ve discussed the repercussions of Fergus’s actions. And I agree with J.D. For what he’s done, it’s a death vote.”
Colin eyes widened. “You can’t be serious? You want to kill your own father?”
I looked at Grimm he nodded giving me the floor. “I know you idolize my father, Colin. You always have. But you don’t know him like I do.”
“You haven’t been around in fucking years,” he sneered. “What do you know about him??”
I sighed. “I know enough. And what he’s done is fucking unforgivable.”
He huffed. “Dad will never allow this.”
“Angus already gave the okay,” Grimm said.
Colin’s eyes widen and he jumped to his feet. “You’ll never get a yes vote from me.”
“I don’t need your vote, little cousin.” I took a step forward. “I came to Grimm because he’s my blood and out of courtesy. Not because I had to. What’s done to one chapter of Demons United is done to all. And this was done to my family. This was done to Demon’s blood. We get our justice one way or the other.”
His eyes narrowed at me, a storm brewing behind them, before he stormed out of the room. I turned to Grimm, and his head shook in disapproval.
“I see he hasn’t changed much,” I said.
“Still a pain in my ass,” he said, wiping his hand over his face.
“A sanctioned death of a brother requires everyone,” another Sinner said.
“Don’t worry about Colin,” Grimm said. “When the time to vote comes, he’ll vote for it, just like the rest of you. There’s no way Fergus is innocent, but I’ll make sure you guys know it beyond a reasonable doubt.”
“And how are you going to do that?” one of the Sinner’s asked.
“Because he’s going to confess what he did in front of you,” Grimm said.
“So can you tell us what happened?” the same brother asked.
“He killed my pregnant wife and son,” I said without hesitation. “The younger sister of the founder of Demons United.”
The man’s eyes got as wide as saucers. “Fuck! You can’t be serious. Are you serious?”
“I’ve got evidence which I’m sure Grimm will give every one of you access to including video. Fergus MacDaniel, my father had my family killed.”
“I know Fergus is an asshole Grimm,” one of the Sinners said, “but do you really think he’d do this? I can’t see him doing this to his own kid.”
“I didn’t either,” Grimm said. “But the evidence says otherwise. No matter who it is, I don’t like people fucking with my family. J.D. is family. His wife and kid are family.”
Even though I cut Grimm out of my life, I didn’t believe he would have had anything to do with this. Family was family no matter how screwed up we were. That was why he still dealt with Angus no matter how he felt about his father. That was still why he had a relationship with my father no matter how rocky that relationship was. It was still why he entertained his dumbass brother. Blood was blood and even though he had never met Dani and Luca, they were family to him.
“So that’s where shit stands now,” Grimm said. “If you know where Fergus is I need to know now.”
“You ask Weasel?” one of the Sinners asked. “He would know.”
Me and Grimm looked at each other because we knew from the video and the information I had got from the crooked as cop that Weasel was the one who had slipped him the money.
“I’ll find him.” Grimm said. “If any of you hear from Fergus, let me know. That’s it. Aries, Joker, you two stay.”
Two men exchanged nods as the rest of the men filed out of the room. Whether they sanctioned my father’s death, Grimm knew it would happen, anyway. I understood the formality. It was what we did as presidents of our clubs, but Grimm knew I wouldn’t let my father get away with this no matter what his club voted. And he also wouldn’t go to war for something he knew my father had done.
“Joker, I need you to find Weasel and take him to the chamber,” Grimm said.
The man wasted no time and swiftly exited the room.
“You still using that place?” I asked.
“Didn’t see a reason to change anything when I took over,” he said, then turned his attention to the VP. “Regardless of the vote, Fergus dies.”
His VP sighed then nodded.
I’d deal with Weasel then my father after I checked in with Rebel and Caesar to see what shitstorm brewed back home.