Page 6 of New Beginnings
Although me and my team used less than legal means to do so, we had become very effective at discovering evidence against high-profile businessmen and women when the powers that be couldn’t. Even if it meant breaking a few state and federal laws to do so. Whatever it took to get the job done. And the government looked the other way as long as we got results.
But when José López, also known as Caesar, my ex-brother-in-law, called me to look into the death of Danielle Stevens, the wife of the President of the North Carolina Chapter of DemonsUnited motorcycle club, he convinced me my skill of hacking would be of some use.
To my surprise, it was.
I thought Caesar was exaggerating when he said the police covered up her death or just ignored the evidence. But now I wasn’t so sure it was an exaggeration. Or at the very least, the husband had the right to question the outcome of the investigation.
I didn’t believe everything cops said. But what would be the motive to keep the cause of her death a secret? That was a fucking accusation to make without any evidence. However, after Caesar explained the relationship between the club and the cops, I gave him the benefit of the doubt.
And I was glad I did.
Whether the police believed her death was an accident or not, it was ruled an accident by the coroner. But her husband didn’t believe it. Which meant if it wasn’t an accident, the coroner was also involved in a coverup. Or at the very least incompetent and screwed up this investigation.
Could it be grief driving her husband to question their investigation? Or did he know something the police didn’t?
Of course, the more I searched, the more I believed there might be something to his claims. Evidence was lost or destroyed from that day. CCTV recordings from the City of Charlotte, as well as surrounding businesses, were now gone. Even Danielle’s car she had been driving that day had been destroyed before her husband was even notified.
While he had searched for answers, he hadn’t been able to find any. But from the evidence I uncovered, there was no way Danielle Tyler Stevens, the sister of Demons United MC founder, Austin “Demon” Tyler, was in a fatal car accident. Accident being the keyword. Yes, she had died in a car crash,which also killed her child, but it wasn’t an accident. Too many coincidences almost always added up to the truth.
The light knocks on the door pulled my attention away from my computer screen. I was still combing through footage of that day to hand over to the husband that would prove it wasn’t just an accident. I was invested in finding out who would kill a pregnant woman and why. That was some cold-blooded shit, but given what her husband was involved in, there was no telling what happened and who had done it. The man was bound to have enemies. But the question was, would those enemies go after a woman and a child to get at the father?
Maybe I need to widen my search to see who would want to get back at the husband?
“Come in!”
I leaned back in my chair. I looked into the eyes of someone I thought I’d never see again as he walked through the door like he owned the fucking world. Well, at least I had hoped I wouldn’t see him again, but of course I couldn’t be that lucky.
I groaned when I saw the smile on his face.
What the hell is he doing here?
“Hey, babe. Are you ready?”
“Johnny, what the hell are you doing here?”
He stopped in front of my desk, crossed his arms over his chest, and cocked his head to the side. “What the fuck do you mean, what am I doing here, Rebel? It’s fucking Wednesday.”
I gazed at Johnny, whose actual name was Manny Chavez, like he was stupid. Why the hell they called him Johnny, I still hadn’t gotten a straightforward answer on.
He was drop-dead gorgeous, with chiseled features that could make anyone weak in the knees. The color of his jet-black hair matched the darkness in his eyes. He dressed in expensive clothes, giving the impression that he had more money than he possessed. Despite being sexy and doing very well in the looksdepartment, the man was also one card short of having a full deck, which was one reason he was my ex. And finding him in bed with another woman a month ago was the other reason.
“And?” I asked, confused why he was standing in my office. “I know it’s Wednesday, but what are you doing here?”
I broke up with this man over three weeks ago and now he was standing in my office after I told him it was over, expecting me to go to with him like we were still together. But when we were actually together, he was always too busy to do anything I wanted to do, which included taking me to lunch once a week, on Wednesday.
What the fuck is going on?
“And?” he asked. “I’m here to take you to lunch. After all the times you bitched at me, I thought you’d be happy.”
“Did you forget I told you it was over? You know, after I found you in our bed with the fucking neighbor.”
He scoffed. “That was a misunderstanding. She just wanted to talk.”
“And somehow your dick slipped into her cunt while you two were talking?”
“You’ve had enough time to cool down, Rebel. You should be over that shit by now.”
Is this motherfucker serious?
