Page 56 of New Beginnings
He arched his brow. “Do you know something, I don’t?”
“Of course not. But you know how I work and right now if feels like your agents are trying to stop me from uncovering information. It’s like I said, I’m working.”
“And what you’re working on has something to do with J.D. Stevens?”
“I can’t speak about that.”
He leaned forward, planting his forearms on the table. “Goddamn it, Rebel! Give me something. I’ve got an agent that swears you’re involved with Demons United. A fucking motorcycle gang.”
I was involved with the president of Demons United, but for now, I think it was best to keep that information to myself.
“And you also have an agent who has a vendetta, Uncle. Maybe you should look into why.”
“What do you know?” he asked again, leaning back in his chair.
“Nothing yet,” I said. “But there’s something there and I’m going to find it.”
“You’re treading on thin ice, Rebel. You need to be careful.”
“I’m always careful, Uncle.” I stood. “Just make sure when I find what I’m looking for your ass is covered. Am I free to go?”
He locked eyes with me for a brief moment before giving a subtle nod.
I walked around the table and embraced him. “Keep your eyes open. Agent Revels is not someone you can trust,” I whispered in his ear then kissed him on the cheek. “Love you.”
I opened the door and walked out. My apartment was the next stop before heading to Demons United’s clubhouse. I needed to get to work to find out the connection between Agent Revels and Demons United. And I needed to find out if it had anything to do with Dani’s death. My gut was telling me it was possible but whatever it was it had one agent trying to bring the entire force of the FBI down on them.
CAN YOU HANDLE THAT?
J.D. Stevens
As Caesar guided Rebel and Rumi into the clubhouse, I let out a long-awaited sigh of relief. All I wanted to do was be alone with Rebel and pull her into my arms. But of course, I couldn’t. So much shit was happening, we didn’t have time for it. I needed to find out what happened at the FBI Field Office and find out where we go from here.
Earl Daniels received payment from a prospect whose name we now have. We think we know the club that prospect belonged to which was the club my Uncle Angus founded, and my cousin, Grimm was now the President of. But I can’t just confront Grimm without concrete proof. All I had was a video of a prospect exchanging money with a corrupt cop.
Did I believe my cousin had anything to do with Dani’s death? Hell fucking no. But there was no way I could deny the possibility Sin City MC was involved even if it was just one of the club’s prospects paying for a hit on a woman and a child.
I’d known Grimm my entire life. There was no fucking way he would have signed off on that. But he also deserved to know somebody in his club was doing shit behind his back and fucking with his family. She was my wife. Luca was my son. Whoever did this that was connected to Sin City had killed his family too. And he was just like me. Like my brother-in-law. Nobody fucked with our families. That was a death sentence.
Now, I was completely in the dark about what was happening with Rebel. While I hadn’t known her long, I wasn’t worried about what she told the FBI, I just wanted to know if she was good. And by the look on her face, she was over everything. And I didn’t blame her. Guilt assaulted me. If it wasn’t for me, she wouldn’t be involved in any of this. I would need to make this up to her after all this shit was over.
I rubbed my temples as Caesar and Rumi continued to argue over whether she should even be here and why was he trying to ruin her relationship with her fiancé? I wished they would just fuck and get it over with. Get all that pent up sexual tension between them out of the way so they could get back together or go their separate ways. I didn’t know how in the hell Rebel had put up with all the bickering all these years.
Rumi didn’t want to be here, and I really couldn’t blame her. We were still bikers, and this was a clubhouse. Bitches walked around naked, the brothers were rowdy, it wasn’t everybody’s cup of tea. But Caesar was right. Being here was the best thing for her at this time because we really didn’t know where all this was leading and who was involved. And for fuck’s sake, she was Rebel’s twin which put a target on her back just because she looked like her fucking sister.
I leaned back in my chair listening to Caesar and Rumi go back and forth while Rebel rubbed her temples. She looked like she wanted to run out of here.
I slammed my palm on top of my desk. “Enough!”
Caesar stopped immediately, pinching the bridge of his nose while Rumi glared at me.
“Who the hell do you think, you’re yelling at? You can’t tell me what the hell to do.”
I smiled and leaned forward. “As a matter of fact, I can, Rumi. This is my fucking clubhouse. As long as I’m the president of Demons United’s North Carolina chapter, what the fuck I say in here goes. Get used to it.”
Her eyes widen, and she stared at her sister, then back at Caesar like they were supposed to say something to me in her defense. But Caesar knew better. He was my best friend, but I was also his president. And just like I told her, what the fuck I say goes. Those were the fucking rules.
“And you’re just going to sit there and let him talk to me like that?” she asked Caesar.
