Page 50 of New Beginnings
J.D. Stevens
“You calmed down yet?” Demon asked with his arms folded across his chest, as we watched Hannibal work over Detective Abrams.
When we arrived at the clubhouse, my anger was boiling inside me. It took every ounce of self-control I possessed not to take his life as soon as we brought him here. I was furious, not only because of this person’s connection to Dani and Luca’s death, but also because he had tried to kill Rebel and her sister. I was furious and filled with frustration after receiving a phone call from Caesar, informing me that Rebel had been picked up by the FBI. Shit was out of my control and it made me mad as hell. I couldn’t stand not being in fucking control.
So, Demon suggested I let Hannibal do his thing before I had a chance to even get close to him after he woke up. Demon said if I would have touched him, we wouldn’t get any information outof him because I would kill him before he could talk. Reluctantly I agreed.
I didn’t want him to have a quick death. I wanted him to experience the same overwhelming terror that Dani surely felt while dealing with all this shit. I wanted him to feel the panic, the fear of whether he’d live or die. I wanted him to suffer a long and painful death for what he did to Dani, Luca, and Rebel. And even threatening to kill Rumi. None of them were involved with anything dealing with the club. None of them should have to pay for my sins. Yet Dani and Luca paid the ultimate price. And I almost lost Rebel too.
I didn’t only want to know who was behind all this. It was something I needed to know. Years of waiting to find out who killed my family was the only thing that kept me from tearing this entire city apart.
“D, I don’t think I’ll ever calm down until I know what happened. And still I’m going to be pissed at the universe for taking them away from me.”
“Understandable. We’re all feeling that anger, J.D., but no matter how much you want to kill this guy, you need to stay calm, or the trail that leads to the person behind all this shit dies with him. All the answers die with him.”
I take in a deep breath and release it letting his words sink in.
“Listen, man,” Demon continued, “if it’s going to be hard to keep your control, let one of us do it. I want to know what happened to my sister just as much as you do. But we can’t have you losing control and killing him before we get answers.”
“I’m fine, D. I got it. If he doesn’t talk, I’ve got a plan that’ll force him to. One way or the other he’ll give me the answers and then I’m going to gut him.”
I didn’t wait for Demon to respond. I knew what was at stake and I owed it to my family to make every one of them involved in their deaths pay. So, I’d get the answers even if I died trying.
Detective Abrams’ grunts echoed off the concrete walls of the basement. When I had the clubhouse renovated, this was one of the places, I had sound proofed. In this world we never knew who was listening. And even though we were in a secluded part of town, we never let our guard down. We always assumed someone was listening or watching.
Hannibal landed a punch to the detective’s stomach, and he screamed out in pain. By the time I was finished he’d be pleading for me to kill him to end his misery.
“I’ll take it from here,” I said to Hannibal.
He got in one final punch to Abrams’ stomach before he walked towards the sink on the far wall to wash the blood from his hands. The piece of shit could barely hold his head up. Blood poured from his mouth, his nose, and the laceration in the back of his head where I had hit him with the butt of the gun. And the parts of his skin that weren’t covered in blood, were covered in bruises. It wouldn’t be too long, and the motherfucker would be unrecognizable.
I lifted his head by his chin so he could look at me. One of his eyes was black and blue and almost swollen shut, but he knew who I was. The smirk on his face, I wanted to wipe clean off, but he wouldn’t be smiling for long.
“Let me tell you what I already know.”
“You don’t know shit,” he sneered.
“This is not the time to be overconfident, detective. According to your partner’s final confession courtesy of my father-in-law,” I pointed at Rev who smiled at Abrams, “you were looking to get back at Demons United.”
His eyes widened at the information we had before he quickly wiped it away. “Someone approached you and wanted to do a hit on a pregnant woman. That pregnant woman being my wife. Does that sound right so far?”
He remained silent.
“According to your partner after my father-in-law made him eat some of his own flesh, Earl ran my wife off the road because you paid him, then you paid the coroner to cover it up. I know what you did. Now I’m going to ask you again. Who was behind my wife and son’s death?”
My voice carried a deadly calmness, devoid of any emotion, as I refused to let him provoke me. His smirk gradually transformed into a broad, ear-to-ear grin, showing his blood-stained teeth.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said. “But you can still save yourself, Stevens. All of you. Let me go and I’ll forget about all this shit. Keep me here and I’ll end your entire existence.”
I laughed which caused his shit-eating grin to fall. “You really think you’re walking out of here alive you stupid fuck? I know you had something to do with my wife and kid dying Abrams. The only question is how long are you willing to suffer before you tell me the truth? Who hired you?”
I pulled my knife from its sheath inside my back pocket and held it in front of him. It wasn’t just any knife—it gleamed with a razor-sharp edge. I had it custom made specifically to kill all these motherfuckers.
The high carbon steel fixed blade, measuring just over four inches long, had Dani and Luca’s names etched into it. The lightweight and easily maneuverable blade was a perfect reminder of why I was doing this despite the consequences. With every cut, with every stab, with all the bloodshed, they’d get their revenge along with me.
“I had this knife made for all you motherfuckers.” I smiled. “And I’m going to love cutting you up with it.”
His eyes widened, but he quickly masked his fear. It wouldn’t be easy to get information out of him, but I had a card up my sleeve if this didn’t work. And I know for sure he’d be singing.
