Page 104 of New Beginnings
I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I had a half-brother who had worked with our piece of shit father to take me down by killing my wife and son.
“How’s that going?” she asked.
“Club business, sweetheart.”
I focused on Hannibal who was walking my way. He looked mad as hell. I was pretty sure he was ready for all this bullshit to be over too. He was already dealing with a lot of shit.
“All I can tell you is what you dug up was right.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, Rebel. It is what is. I’ve always known who my father was.”
“So, what happens next?” she asked.
“I settle the score.”
“Prez it’s time,” Hannibal said, and I nodded.
“I’ve got to go, sweetheart. I’m sorry for pulling you into all this shit but I’m not sorry I got to meet you.”
“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”
Because I didn’t get the chance to before.
“Nah, never goodbye. I love you, Rebel Pierce.”
“I love you too. Make sure you come back to me.”
“Take care of yourself,” I said, ending the call without answering her.
I can’t tell her I was coming back because I had no idea what would happen. My father wasn’t a dumb motherfucker. I had no idea what he had planned even though he was backed into a corner. But I wouldn’t underestimate him ever again. Me thinking that my father would just let me live my life once I left Vegas was stupid on my part.
“She doin’ good?” Hannibal asked as we walked into the place the Sinners used to get answers.
“As good as she could be under the circumstances,” I said, and he nodded.
As soon as I walked in, a putrid stench assaulted my nostrils. A very familiar smell. Blood, piss, and cleaner. It doesn’t matter where we were, places like this always smelled the same.
Like death.
As I stared at the man, I had only seen on surveillance video. A surge of indescribable rage coursed through my veins. I knew my father used him to do his dirty work because he knew a Sinner wouldn’t do it, so he targeted an unsuspecting prospect. But I didn’t fucking care. My wife and kid were dead. Rebel was in the hospital.
Standing beside my cousin, I could feel Weasel’s eyes tracking my every move. However, I could tell he had no idea who I was until his eyes landed on my cut. Then, his eyes widened in surprise. Good thing Grimm hadn’t touched him yet.
“Gotta couple of questions for you Weasel,” Grimm said.
“I didn’t do anything Prez!” Weasel shouted, looking between me and Grimm.
“The video, I got says something different Weasel.” Grimm crossed his arms over his chest. “Looked like you were doing Sinner business, Prospect.”
“I only did what Fergus told me to do, Prez,” he said. “He told me, you wouldn’t have the guts to do what needed to be done.”
Grimm chuckled, the sound echoing through the room, before delivering a powerful punch to Weasel’s stomach. “Do I look like a motherfucker who doesn’t get shit done, Prospect? Fergus isn’t the fucking Prez of the Sinners, I am. All things start and end with this patch you stupid motherfucker.”
He pointed to the president patch on his cut.
“Where’s Fergus now?” I asked.
