Page 101 of New Beginnings
“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.
I WANT TO GO HOME
Rebel Pierce
“How much longer do I have to be in here?” I asked.
I sounded like I was whining, my voice filled with exhaustion, but I couldn’t help it. Being in the hospital had become exhausting. I needed to touch base with Caesar in person because trying to find out shit about J.D. wasn’t going well over the phone. I understood why he couldn’t say much, but the frustration of being kept in the dark infuriated me.
“Until the doctors clear you, Rebel,” my mother said.
She’d been hanging around too much. I realized I could have died. But me and my mother didn’t have that kind of relationship where she worried about me. I was the hardheaded one. The one who could always take care of herself. The way she was acting now was out of the ordinary and it made me uncomfortable.
“I’m fine. And I have shit to do.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, her gaze piercing and filled with anger. “And what you do is why you’re in this position now.”
I let out an exasperated sigh and rolled my eyes. Of course, she’d use the shooting to back up her reasoning for me not doing something more lady like as she’d say. I loved what I did. Did I ever think helping someone out would lead to me falling in love with a man whose dead wife’s murder involved law enforcement and possibly his father? No but here I was in the middle of it. It sounded more like a Soap Opera than my real life.
“I’m not discussing my job with you, Mother.”
Just as she was about to unleash her righteous indignation, a sudden knock echoed through the door. Della Blackmon pushed it open and walked in with two men following behind her. Without a word from her, I immediately recognized the visitors as the FBI, here to interrogate me about Agent Revels.
“Rebel, this is Agents Locke and Romero. They would like to ask you a few questions.”
Despite my exhaustion from the constant questioning by doctors and law enforcement, I reluctantly agreed. I just wanted to go home.
“Ms. Pierce, we have been told that you’re in a relationship with J.D. Stevens, the President of Demons United MC North Carolina, the one percenter motorcycle club. Is that true?”
I glanced at Della, and she responded with a subtle nod. I focused back on the Agent who asked the question. “That’s correct.”
My mother’s breath caught in a soft gasp, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. She had a knack for being overly dramatic, making even the simplest things seem like the end of the world.
He definitely wasn’t the type of man she would approve of me being with, but I didn’t care. She wasn’t the one fucking him. So, what she wanted didn’t matter. I wouldn’t go into detail about my relationship with anyone. Who I fuck was my business.
“Do you know where Agent Revels is?” one of the agents asked.
“No, I don’t.”
“Do you know where his wife is?” he asked.
“I don’t,” I said.
They stared at me like they thought I was lying but technically I didn’t know where he or his wife were at. Even though I did believe Agent Revels was dead, if his wife was missing too, so was she.
“Ms. Pierce, we can arrest you for lying to Federal Agents,” Agent Romero said.
“If you want to continue to question my client, I’d suggest you stop with the threats, Agent,” Della said. “Your question was asked and answered. Move on.”
“Do you think J.D. Stevens did something to Agent Revels and shot you because you were going to rat him out?”
A burst of laughter escaped from my lips. It wasn’t just a small chuckle, but a deep belly laugh. Despite what Revels thought, there was absolutely no chance I would ever turn on J.D. And like I said from the very beginning to whoever asked, there was no way in hell J.D. shot me.
