Page 52 of Grimm
“And why am I finding out about this shit now, Caesar?”
“Because you’re not only my prez, J.D., you’re my best goddamn friend.” He leaned back in his chair. “I’m worried about you, man. We all are. You need fucking closure. You need the truth.”
Closure was something I’d never have. Nobody could give me what I needed. Not even the truth would help me because I needed her.
“So, you sneak around my back?”
“Hell yeah.” He smirked, not ashamed about keeping me in the dark. “That’s what friends are for.”
“Who are you, fucking Dionne Warwick? Asshole.” I sighed but couldn’t stop my grin because if nobody else was there for me, Caesar was. He knew and understood my struggle. “And what did your friend find? And can they be trusted?”
“Rebel Pierce would like to meet with you as soon as possible to discuss her findings.”
Anger and sadness filled his eyes. Caesar was not only my VP, but I considered him to be my brother just as he considered me his. He’d pulled me from the depths of depression to somewhat living again. Well, what I’d been doing these past few years was debatable, but I could say I’d tried for my daughter even if I only made a little progress. Progress was progress, and she was all that mattered to me now.
“What didRebel Piercefind, Caesar?” I asked again, impatiently waiting for him to confirm what I’d believed all along—it wasn’t an accident. My family had been targeted. I wasn’t sure why or by who, but I’d always believed someone had caused it to happen.
“It wasn’t an accident was all she would say over the phone.”
Grief, heartache, and fury—along with emotions I couldn’t describe and hadn’t experienced since that day—unfurled inside me like a beast rising from the abyss. I picked up the whiskey tumbler sitting on my desk, still partially full, and roared, hurling it at the door. The glass shattered into tiny pieces on the hard wood, whiskey trickling down the door. I raked all the papers, books, and file folders from atop my desk as the emotions I’d buried ballooned, finally erupting.
The yells and curses grew faint. Hands gripped me that I tried to shake off. I pushed voices of concern from my brothers to the back of my mind. The blood pounding in my ears wiped all the sounds away. I wanted blood. I needed blood for what I’d lost.
Lost.
The thought slammed into me like a big ass truck going full speed, causing my chest to tighten and my knees to buckle, sending me collapsing to the floor in a heap of grief.
Caesar wrapped his arms around me as I cried like a fucking baby for my daughter, for me, for Dani, and for our unborn child.
“Dani,” I muttered before blackness engulfed me.
