Chapter 51
YES, I KILLED THE B*TCH
J.D. Stevens
I pinched the bridge of my nose. I was so fucking tired of this bullshit. I was ready to go home. I was ready to see Rebel. I was ready to move forward. Four fucking days it took to find Fergus, and if anybody says he wasn’t tipped off, they were fucking lying. Even if Fergus fucking knew I was coming to Vegas, somebody had to tell him I knew where he was at. My money was on my cousin, Colin but I’d let Grimm handle his brother. If he did tip off Fergus, I’d never fuck with him again. He was dead to me. And it would be up to Grimm the consequences Colin would face.
“You ready to do this?” Hannibal asked, slapping me on the back.
“Fuck yes. I’m ready to be done so I can get back to my woman.”
“I know what the fuck you mean, man,” Schizo said. “Even though I ain’t got no woman, I definitely wouldn’t mind fucking one of the girls. Four fucking days is too long to go without pussy.”
We all laughed. Despite what I was about to do, it felt good to be able to laugh. Me, Hannibal, and Schizo had just pulled up to the Sinners clubhouse. I was here to end this shit, today. I wanted to know why Fergus had done this. Regardless of how he felt about me, this was his grandchild and his daughter-in-law.
I moved away. I had no contact with him. I didn’t want him in my life anymore and I was pretty sure he didn’t want me in his. He treated me worse after my mother left. So, what the fuck did any of this fucking accomplish? Did he hate me so much, he wanted me to hurt? That was all I could think it would be. He wanted me to suffer. He wanted me to be alone.
When we stepped inside the Sinners clubhouse the conversations immediately stopped. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The tension in the air vibrated and was suffocating. I hoped Grimm had already briefed everyone on what would happen today. If he didn’t, I didn’t care. At this point Demons United and the Sinners had no beef between us. My issue was with Fergus, not the Sinners. But all that could change. I told them Fergus would tell them what happened, and by the time it was over they’d have all the proof they needed.
As Grimm approached me, I noticed the sullen look on his face. Of course, I understood. Even though I hated my father, he had a better relationship with him. I also had a better relationship with his father, Angus. Either way, I knew Grimm would do what was right by my wife and child.
He embraced me then slapped me on the back a couple of times. “He’s out back,” he said when he pulled away. He faced his brothers. “Church!”
He made a quick motion, for us to follow him. As we passed the Sinners, the crowd split apart like the Red Sea. The welcome was frosty, with icy stares and an unspoken tension in the air. But I expected nothing less because I was getting ready to kill their brother. My father.
We wore our cuts today to get the word across to every motherfucker in this room that when you fuck with Demons United, you get dealt with. Dani was my wife, Luca was my son, which meant they were under the protection of the club and Fergus’s hand in their deaths was not only an attack on me personally but my mc.
We were the largest one percenter motorcycle club on the east coast. Our territory stretched from Georgia to New England. Any other mc if they had any chapters in any state where our club was located, they had to get permission from our mother chapter to set up shop in that city, town, or state. And we had to okay their bylaws. We were the powerful ones in this room. While I loved my cousin and Sin City was founded by my family, they had nothing on us. It was only as a courtesy to my cousin that I brought this to him instead of getting the retribution owed to me.
When we stepped outside, I noticed the shock on my father’s face, followed by an unmistakable wave of anger.
“What the fuck are you doing here!” he shouted as I walked towards him only to be stopped by Grimm’s grip on my shoulder. “You fucking traitor!”
“Don’t touch him until we get the formalities out of the way,” Grimm warned. “If you do this, you’re going to do it right.”
My eyes locked onto my father with a glare, but then I quickly shifted my attention to Grimm. I knew he was right. Even though the Sinners weren’t behind Fergus’s death, he’d die anyway before I left Vegas so there was no point in getting his brothers riled up for no reason.
Ignoring my father’s rants echoing around me, I stood beside Grimm as we waited for all the men to settle into their seats.
Grimm had arranged chairs in the clubhouse”s backyard, ensuring all Sinners who could attend Church had a place to sit. Grimm called the meeting to order as soon as the last man took his seat.
“What’s all this about?” one of the Sinners asked, his eyes jumping between us and his president. “What are they still doing here?”
“J.D. has come for retribution and now it’s time for you all to hear the truth,” Grimm said. “And you need to hear it from your brother, my uncle and J.D.’s father.”
“He’s not my fucking kid!” Fergus shouted.
I agreed with him. He stopped being my father a long time ago so why in the hell did he do all this?
Grimm walked towards Fergus, who had a menacing death stare fixed on me. I’d never seen so much hate aimed at me. The only thing I’d ever done to this man was be born which I had no fucking control over. I did everything in my power to separate myself from him, but he had to pull me right back in. Try to destroy me like he destroyed my mother. The man was a cancer, and he didn’t deserve any of the Sinners’ loyalty.
“Fergus has done some unthinkable things,” Grimm said as he stood behind Fergus.
“Fucking lies,” Fergus sneered.
“He used a prospect to do his dirty work,” Grimm continued, gripping Fergus by the shoulders. “Shit looked like it was done in our name. He could have started a war between the Sinners and Demons United.”
“I haven’t done shit! And this traitorous motherfucker shouldn’t even be allowed to step foot in our clubhouse since he turned his back on his family.”
I crossed my arms over my chest to keep from walking over to him and gutting him where he sat. I had to remind myself that he was trying to provoke me, hoping to have his brothers take his side, but I refused to let him get under my skin.
“Do any of you remember taking a vote to sanction a hit on a mother and her child?” Grimm asked, looking to his brothers.
The air was filled with a chorus of resounding “no’s,” “fuck no’s,” and “hell no’s.”
“Me either,” Grimm said. “I don’t sanction hits on women unless it directly affects the club, and I definitely don’t harm children.”
“I have evidence that your brother, my father, Fergus MacDaniel killed my wife and child,” I said.
“And you expect us to believe you over Fergus!” someone shouted from the back. “He’s our brother!”
As I looked at my father, his face was filled with a smug expression that I couldn’t ignore. He held onto the belief that they would not cast their votes in favor of his death, but they would once I was finished.
“I don’t expect anyone to believe me, but I do expect you to believe the evidence,” I said. “He doesn’t deserve your loyalty and I’ll prove it.”
“Strap him down, Joker,” Grimm ordered, his grip tightening on Fergus as he desperately struggled.
Once Joker had him tightly bound, Grimm stared directly into the eyes of his brothers. “I don’t do this lightly. Fergus is my blood. My brother. A Sinner. But I’ve seen the evidence against him. Talked to the prospect that helped him. He did what he’s being accused of.”
“Who’s the prospect?” one of the brother’s asked.
“Weasel,” Grimm said.
Someone began circulating the incriminating photograph of the prospect bribing the cops.
“Now looking at this picture, do you understand the gravity of what’s happened?” Grimm asked. “This prospect was sent by Fergus to pay off the cops who were involved in the deaths of two innocents.”
“And we’re supposed to take his word for it?” a Sinner asked. “We don’t know him.”
“You don’t know him, but I do,” Grimm said. “I’m not expecting you to take his word, I’m expecting you to take mine as Prez. As your brother.”
“Fuck you! My own flesh and blood accusing me of shit I had nothing to do with. Maybe that bitch deserved what happened to her.”
My feet were moving before I even realized it. My hand gripped Fergus’s neck, and I squeezed. “My wife and kid didn’t deserve any of this! Your problem is with me. It wasn’t with them.”
His eyes bulged, his face grew red, and his gasps for breath filled the air. I heard Grimm calling my name, but I couldn’t let him get away with this. He took them from me and now it was time he paid for it. As someone forcefully pulled me away from him, he coughed violently, struggling to regain his breath.
“You’re a piece of shit, Fergus!” I shouted as I struggled against their hold. “You’re so weak you had to go after a woman!”
He started laughing then glared at me. “You’re a fucking disgrace. You’re no son of mine.”
“I won’t argue with you about that. I’m not your son. Haven’t been for a long time. But this is something you’ll pay for Fergus. If it’s the last thing I do.”
“What did Weasel have to say?” a Sinner asked.
“He confirmed everything. Fergus paid off the cops,” Grimm said. “They were involved in the death of my cousin’s wife and child. Made it look like it was sanctioned by the Sinners.”
“Weasel don’t know his head from his ass!” Fergus shouted. “You can’t believe nothing he says.”
“Maybe not,” I said. “But my brother knew a lot. He gave you up right before he took his final breath.”
Fergus’s eyes widened, and a wave of anger flooded his gaze. “You killed him! You killed my son!”
I was taken aback by the intensity of his anger over Agent Revels’ death, but I swiftly concealed my astonishment. “Everyone involved in the death of my wife and son will pay Fergus, including you. And just like you will pay, so did he. My condolences.”
I winked. He struggled, trying to get to me, but he couldn’t. Those ropes had him secured.
“I should have killed you when I killed that bitch that birth you,” he sneered. “Buried you both in the fucking desert.”
Gasps filled the air as the Sinners reacted. I think I heard both Hannibal and Schizo mutter fuck under their breath. It felt like someone had sucked all the air from my lungs. As I glanced at Grimm, his shock mirrored my own.
He stood in front of my father, his hand firmly gripping his face. “What the fuck did you say?”
Rage coursed through my veins, causing my body to vibrate. All these years I thought she had abandoned me. Once I got older, the hurt had diminished some, but I always wondered what I could have done different to make her stay. To make her stay and protect me from this bastard. Now he was telling me she didn’t leave, but he killed her. Now I knew she didn’t have a choice.
“Yes, I killed the bitch!” Fergus shouted and Grimm released his face. “She wanted to leave me! So, I fucked her while I choked her until she fucking died! Nobody leaves me!”
Fergus turned his attention to me, his laughter filling the air. “And your bitch wouldn’t fall in line,” he said, smiling. “So, the plan changed from you going to prison to her dying. One way or another you had to pay. Nobody leaves me. Not you! Not your bitch of a mother! Nobody!”
“Where did you bury her Fergus?” Grimm asked because I was still in shock.
This motherfucker not only killed my wife and son, but my mother too. All these fucking years full of heartache and pain was all because of him.
With a casual gesture, he shrugged. “I’m not saying.”
I pulled my gun, aimed, then squeezed the trigger, hitting him in the right knee. He screamed, but I didn’t care.
“Where’s my mother?” I asked. “If you tell me, I’ll kill you without making you suffer like you made them suffer.”
I was tired of playing with this motherfucker. I wanted answers then I wanted him dead.
He looked up at me with hate in his eyes. “She’s in the desert where all the other bodies are.”
“How do we know which one?” Grimm asked.
“It’s marked with a stone and a small bush.”
Grimm faced his brothers with a determined expression on his face. “All in favor of Fergus’s death, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
A round of I’s sounded which caused Fergus’s eyes to widen.
“All in favor of Fergus’s freedom, speak now or forever hold your peace,” Grimm said.
Dead silence.
“You can’t kill me! I’m a Sinner!”
As Fergus struggled, Grimm skillfully cut the Sinners patch from his cut, the sound of tearing fabric filling the air. “You’re sentenced to death, Fergus MacDaniel,” Grimm announced, his voice filled with anger.
I walked up and placed the gun to his head.
“My brother will kill you for this!”
Grimm let out a low chuckle. “Angus gave his blessing.”
“No, my brother wouldn’t do that! He wouldn’t!”
There was no use in trying to persuade him that Angus agreed. My gaze locked with my father’s, and I could see the intensity in his eyes. I knew deep down that it would be the last glimpse I’d ever have of him. And I absolutely felt nothing but hate. Hate for all that he had taken from me.
“This is for my mother, my son, and my wife. See you in Hell motherfucker,” I said, then squeezed the trigger.
Refusing to give my sperm donor any more of my time, I turned away from him and redirected my focus towards my cousin.
“I’ll help you bring her home,” Grimm said without me even having to say a word. “Let me get this handled then we can head out.”