Page 99 of New Beginnings
The moment she left the room, a wave of silence washed over me, allowing me to take a long-awaited breath and close my eyes. I can’t believe they really think J.D. tried to kill me and Iwas sure my family especially Rumi weren’t trying to convince the cops of anything differently.
I grabbed my phone and dialed Caesar, and he answered on the third ring.
“We’ve got a problem.”
He groaned. “Don’t we always.”
SINNERS CHURCH
J.D. Stevens
Las Vegas
I walked into the room where the Sinners held Church behind Grimm, and his VP, followed by my brothers, Hannibal, and Schizo. As soon as we entered the room, the silence was so thick you could almost hear a pin drop. I could see the curious looks on some of the Sinners’ faces wondering why we were there.
We proudly displayed Demons United MC and North Carolina rockers on our cuts, and I was sure they all wanted to know why one of the largest one percenter motorcycle clubs in the country was in their clubhouse, let alone in Church, which was reserved for only members. But do you know who wasn’t in the room?
Fergus.
My father.
Apparently, no one had seen or spoken to him in several days. Did I really believe that was just a mere coincidence? No, I didn’t. The few days aligned perfectly with me having a run-inwith Agent Revels, suggesting that he likely tipped him off. But it didn’t matter. My father would die for what he did. I’d make sure of it.
“Who are they?” one of the Sinners asked, nodding towards us.
We all stood at the front of the room behind Grimm. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. I had to fill him in on everything. From Dani and Luca’s death, how it connected to my father and the Sinners.
“That’s our cousin,” Colin answered before Grimm could introduce me to the other Sinners. “He decided the Sinners weren’t good enough for him and hightailed it out of here.”
Colin was younger than me and we really didn’t get along back then. He was a spoiled brat, strutting around with an entitled attitude, expecting everyone to cater to his every whim just because his father was the founder of the Sinners. It sounded like Fergus had definitely been in his ear about me.
I took a step forward, but Grimm stopped me.
“Colin, shut the fuck up!” Grimm shouted. “I don’t care if he is our blood, in this room you respect him for who he the fuck he is. That’s a fucking MC President.”
Colin let out an exasperated huff, slouched back in his chair, and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Fergus’s boy?” one of the members asked.
Judging by his age, he must have been around during my younger years. He looked familiar, but it had been so long ago I couldn’t place his name.
“Yeah, this is Fergus’s boy,” Grimm said. “Anyway, we have a problem that involves Demons United and today J.D. is here not as family but as the president of Demons United’s North Carolina chapter.”
“And what does that mean?” another brother asked.
“A brother and a prospect fucked up, and he’s come to collect blood,” Grimm said.
“Which prospect and which brother?” another Sinner asked.
“The prospect doesn’t matter,” Grimm said. "I've already decided because he hasn't been patched in and he did something he had no business doing in club colors like we sanctioned that shit," Grimm said. “His blood belongs to J.D.”
“Who’s the brother, then?” the same Sinner asked.
Grimm took in a deep breath and released it. “It was Fergus,” he said.
An uproar rippled throughout the room, creating a sense of chaos. Their eyes revealed a mixture of disbelief and anger. And I understood it all. If someone had come into my clubhouse and accused one of my brothers of the same wrongdoing, I accused Fergus of, I wouldn’t believe it either. And even though we didn’t have a good relationship, if it hadn’t been for the evidence, I wouldn’t have believed my father would do this to me.
“Bullshit!” Colin yelled. “Uncle Fergus wouldn’t do anything in this club’s name without your okay, Grimm and you fucking know it.”
