Page 96 of New Beginnings
“Apparently, I had a half-brother.”
“Had?” Grimm asked.
“Former FBI Agent Alan Revels is now dead for what he did to my family and so will everyone else involved.”
“As President of the Sinners, I haven’t sanctioned shit. As your cousin, I wouldn’t do that shit especially to you.”
“Like I said, I needed to make sure. You would do the same thing if you were in my position.”
“Who was the Prospect?” Angus asked.
I knew he still didn’t believe me, but it was cool. He had no say in club business; he was simply present out of courtesy since he was my uncle.
“Weasel,” I said. “Got video of him handing cash off to a dirty cop.”
“Fuck!” Grimm shouted.
He turned his attention to his father.
“If he’s involved, you know what that means, right?” Grimm asked.
Angus sighed and nodded. “Do what you need to do. I won’t interfere.”
“Let me see what you have then I’ll call Church.”
Regardless of my feelings for my father, I hated pulling Grimm and Angus into this. I hated Fergus was hell bent on destroying everything I’d built. Why couldn’t he just let me live my life? What had I ever done to him to deserve this kind of heartache?
ATTEMPTED MURDER
Rebel Pierce
I opened my eyes at the sound of the door opening. I wasn’t expecting anyone other than more doctors and nurses. Rumi hadn’t shown her face since I told her to get out and I was grateful. My parents also left a few hours ago after trying to convince me to let my sister visit. But the answer was still no. I loved my sister but at this moment she was making things worse not better.
I hadn’t heard from J.D., and I didn’t expect to, not until he handled everything in Vegas. I talked to Caesar, and he said he hadn’t heard from J.D. either, but I hoped everything was alright.
Through my glassy eyes, I watched as the doctor entered the room with a woman, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She was impeccably dressed, her outfit exuding elegance and sophistication. The white two-piece pants suit she wore looked like it was straight off the runway, paired perfectly with blackstiletto heels and a sleek designer briefcase. Her hair was elegantly pinned up in a chignon, accentuating her smooth, dark skin that had just a touch of blush on her cheeks and lip gloss on her lips.
“Ms. Pierce, how are you doing today?” the doctor asked.
My eyes moved away from the woman to the doctor. He had just checked in a few hours ago and I was already tired of seeing him. He had asked me the same damn questions every time, and I gave him the same answers.
How are you feeling today? I feel like shit. How’s your pain? As long as you keep me doped up with pain meds, I feel absolutely wonderful. Do you remember anything after you were shot? No, I don’t.
I only wanted him to answer one question for me. When the hell was I going home because I was ready to get the hell out of here. If he wasn’t telling me when he was discharging me, I didn’t want to see him or hear shit from him.
“As good as I can be, doc.” I sighed. “Not much has changed since the last time you asked.”
“Sometimes no change is a good thing.”
I strongly disagreed with that. The only way they were going to let me out of here was if things changed and right now, I was stuck. And I wasn’t happy about it nor was I in the mood for visitors.
“This is Della Blackmon,” the doctor said, introducing the mystery woman.
“I can take it from here, doc,” the woman said.
“Take it easy.” He gave the woman a pointed look. “I don’t want my patient stressed. She’s been through enough.”
She nodded, and we both listened to the sound of his footsteps gradually fading away as he walked out of the room.
