Page 35 of Grimm
“She wants me to help find her brother.”
Jax cocked his head. “And what do we get in return? Not you, Grimm, us. Because I hope you aren’t putting our asses on the line for just you.”
“She’s going to help get Angus out.”
There. Everything was out in the open. Now, everyone could get on board or fuck off. Either way, we were going after the Bianchis. It was in our best interests and Gina’s.
Dagger ran his hands through his hair, and I knew right then he was weighing the consequences of my actions. All the members knew Angus had been railroaded. Over the years, the council had floated ideas of how to get him out. This was the first time we had a chance. Dagger knew, and so did the rest of them, whether they voiced it or not.
After a moment of silence, Dagger sighed. “What can I do to help?”
“Me too,” Viper said.
“Me, too,” Jax followed.
The officers had already agreed. Whether they agreed with my relationship or not, Angus was the founder, a brother. If we could get him out of prison, nothing, not even my relationship with Gina, would stop that.
“Let’s put it to a vote,” I said, more confident in my choice of bringing the deal to Church and more confident there was no way in hell the Bianchis were getting away with anything. “Sinners All!” I called out.
“Never Fall!” they replied in unison.
Why the hell did I come here?
The question repeated in my head as I sat behind the streaked glass window, listening to my father raise hell about the woman I was quickly becoming head over heels in love with.
Yes. I loved Gina. Admitting it to myself was harder than expected, although it might have happened the first day she’d braved coming to Sin City’s clubhouse. It had taken brass balls to do it. Her courage alone had me panting after the woman like a damn dog, but getting to know her after spending basically everyday together, I couldn’t deny it any longer. I was in love with Regina Coleman, the woman who almost destroyed my family and my club.
Fucking insane.
Finally, the day had come. Angus had summoned me to Atwater. I made the long trip alone, against my mother’s wishes. Although I thought Gina should have been there to question Angus herself, she didn’t want to bring scrutiny on our relationship since the prison recorded who visited the inmates. We’d keep her involvement under wraps until all our evidence was given to that Carson motherfucker, so he could bring Judge Richards and the Bianchi syndicate to their knees.
“Are you gonna let me speak, or do you want to bitch the entire fucking time I’m here?” I sneered into the prison phone.
I sat across from Angus in a small cubicle, a piece of dirty plexiglass separating us. I’d been in the stifling room for less than ten minutes, and I was close to walking my ass out the door. Not only was this place fucking depressing with its dull ecru walls, stained tile flooring, stifling odor, and low fluorescent lighting, Angus was pissing me off. If he’d be quiet for one minute. One minute so I could talk.
“Watch your fucking mouth!” He pointed at me. “I may be behind this goddamn glass, but I’m still your father.”
“And I’m the one in charge!” I seethed, placing my elbows on the small black table connected to the glass in front of me. “Do you think I would put anyone in jeopardy, Angus? I’ve done everything you’ve asked, even when I didn’t fucking want to! Give me some goddamn credit. I decided to help you!”
He slumped in his chair, brows furrowed. “Help me?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, the pounding in my head continually getting worse. All I wanted to do was go home and wrap my arms around my woman instead of sitting here, explaining myself to someone who didn’t deserve a fucking explanation.
“Yes. Help you, Angus. Do you think I’m just thinking with my dick? She asked me for help, and I saw an opportunity to get you out of here. You are innocent. We both know it, and she’s going to help me prove it.”
“And she agreed?” he asked with surprise and skepticism.
I understood his reaction. Never in my wildest dream did I ever believe the woman who put him in this place would also be the person who’d get him out.
“Yes, or I wouldn’t be here.”
“Colin and Fergus said nothing about her trying to get me out of here. Are you sure?”
“Of course, Colin and Fergus said nothing because they’re fucking idiots.” I sighed. “Listen, you got to start trusting my decisions. I only brought it up to everyone after they ran their mouths to you. We wanted to have some evidence together before I told anyone.”
I needed to be careful with how I framed things over the phone because prisons recorded inmates’ conversations. I didn’t want to say anything that could later be used as evidence against Angus, me, the club, or Gina if anything was brought up about this meeting. I was sure the higher ups were keeping tabs since I hadn’t come to visit Angus in eleven years.
“Thank you, son.”
