Page 106 of New Beginnings
“Where’s he at, Weasel?” Grimm asked.
“Lyon County,” he said.
Grimm rolled his eyes. “At Stella’s?”
“Yeah,” Weasel said. “Daria’s there with him.”
“Of course she is. Joker, you know what to do.”
The man who had been standing silently against one of the walls nodded and walked out of the room.
“Let me go, Prez. You won’t see me again.”
Weasel pleaded with Grimm, but I knew that wasn’t going. He fucked up.
“Here’s the thing, Weasel. This here is my cousin and what you did was take part in the death of his wife and child.”
Fear filled his eyes as they widened.
“I didn’t condone shit to be done in this club’s name especially against my blood.”
Grimm stepped back, allowing me to step forward.
“I know Fergus probably fed you a bunch of bullshit about me. But you wanted to be a part of the mc world which means if it don’t come from the Prez, it don’t matter. So, you’ll have to pay for the part you played in the death of my family.”
“Please... I didn’t know...”
I gripped him by his greasy blonde hair, yanking his head back and giving me access to his neck cutting out all his pleas for mercy. They were all in vain, anyway. I placed the knife under his chin and leaned in. “This is for my wife and son,” I whispered in his ear just before I pushed the knife through his skin.
His body convulsed violently for several minutes before finally coming to a stop. With a swift motion, I removed my knife from beneath his chin and cleaned the blood off on my blue jeans.
“How do you want to do this?” Grimm asked.
“I want it public. In front of his brothers.”
“Done,” Grimm said, slapping me on the back before leaving the room.
Hannibal walked up beside me. “You good?” he asked.
I looked over at him and shrugged. “When he’s dead, then I’ll be good.”
EXPECTING ANYONE?
Rebel Pierce
When I plopped down on my couch, a grunt escaped from my lips. It was such a relief to leave the hospital, but my heart was still heavy. Four long days had passed without any word from J.D., and an unsettling feeling sank in my stomach. Caesar had tried to calm me down but until I heard from him anxiousness would be a part of my daily life.
Caesar sat beside me. “Why aren’t you talking to your sister?”
I let out a groan of frustration. Talking about Rumi was the last thing I wanted to do. I wanted to know if he had heard from J.D., hoping for some news. Of course, she had made another attempt to visit me at the hospital, but I made it clear to the nurses that she could not see me. My parents scolded me, but I was sticking to my decision. She needed to learn her lesson and stay out of my relationship. This wasn’t something she could just take back. She’d pointed the finger at J.D., knowing damn well he wouldn’t shoot me.
“You know why.”
I squirmed in my couch as I tried to get comfortable because I sensed a lecture coming my way, and the lingering pain made it even worse.
He sighed. “She was looking out for you, Rebel.”
“Stop making excuses for her. She was projecting her anger for you against him. It’s been that way since I started dating him.”
