Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 98

“Sure thing, Prez. Y'all need a beer before you get started?” Hatchet asked us.

I smiled at him and stated, “I never turn down a beer, Brother.”

After getting our beers, the four of us made our way back to the room. When I opened the door and walked inside, I thought for a moment that we were in the wrong place. I knew how many rooms were in the bar, but this didn't look anything like the fucking room I'd previously seen. They'd managed to paint the walls and stained and sealed the concrete floors. As per my request, sitting in the middle of the room was a long table and chairs that all looked new.

“Yeah, this will fucking work out nice,” I stated as I walked around and took a seat on the back side of the table. “If this is an indication of what they canaccomplish, then I know they can spruce the hell up out in the main room. Definitely got to look into that.”

Viper murmured his agreement as he followed and sat beside me. We talked for about ten minutes before Slaughter informed us that Mr. Jerik had arrived. After showing the lawyer inside, Blood stepped into the room and shut the door. Slaughter remained outside to make sure we weren't interrupted.

“Thanks for coming, Mr. Jerik. Have a seat,” I told him. I noticed he looked a little nervous. My letter inviting him to the meeting didn't give much away.

“May I ask what this is about,” he inquired as he sat down.

“You can,” I stated. “I believe we could help each other out, Mr. Jerik.”

“How so?”

“I do believe that we have a mutual enemy,” I told him as I tapped my fingers on the folder I had brought in with me.

“I don't know what you're talking about. Mr., umm...”

“My apologies, sir. I'm Mad Dog, President of Angel's Rebellion MC, but you can call me Dog and the gentleman to my left is Viper, our VP. The man at the door is Blood, our Sergeant at Arms as well as my lead Enforcer.”

I watched as his face paled a little at hearing Blood was an enforcer.

“I haven't done anything that should concern your club, gentlemen. I'm not sure why I'm here.”

“This might help you out some,” I said as I slid the folder over to him.

I watched as he picked it up, opened it, and looked at the pictures inside. As he looked at each picture, he stiffened up and squared his shoulders. Ah, the good Mr. Jerik had a backbone of sorts after all.

“What is the meaning of this? Are you threatening my family?” he asked in a voice full of fury.

“Not at all, sir. Like I said, I believe we have a mutual enemy. A Mr. Anson Miller.” I watched as disgust crossed his face before he had his poker face back on.

“Ah, I see I struck a nerve. Mr. Jerik. May I call you Bob?” After receiving an affirmative in the form of a nod, I continued, “Well, Bob, this is what I think has happened to you. Good old Anson found out about your second family and is blackmailing you and has been for a number of years if I'm correct. Roughly about twenty years I believe. Am I wrong, Bob?”

I watched as the good lawyer's shoulders dropped.

“No, you're not wrong. But, how did you find out about my family? I thought I had them hidden.”

“We have ways, Bob. So I take it, Miller is indeed your enemy and is blackmailing you to keep certain knowledge you know quiet in return for his silence about your family, am I wrong?” I asked him.

He sighed deeply, “No, you're not entirely wrong. But how is he your enemy and how can I help?”

“Do you remember a junior associate attorney you had working for you seven years ago, a Brian Hall?” I queried.

“Yes, I do. But what does he have to do with this? The poor man died in a tragic accident,” he exclaimed.

“It was indeed tragic, but it wasn't an accident.”

“What do you mean it wasn't an accident? That's what the police report stated. The only survivor was his wife. We tried to reach out to her, but she had disappeared.”

“Well, Bob, do you remember having Brian do some work for you the week before he died, where you told him to leave the documents on your desk when he was done?”

“Yes, I remember that.”

“When Brian left your office, he overheard Miller talking on the phone about a drug deal for ten kilos of meth. Brian didn't think Miller knew he was there until the ensuing week when Miller requested Brian come to his office for random things. The day he was murdered, my MC watched a car deliberately run his car off the road. If we hadn't stopped and rescued Brian's wife, she would be dead as well.”

“Oh, dear Lord. Brian found out about the drugs?”

“Indeed, he did, sir.”

Viper and I watched as horror, grief, and resolve crossed Mr. Jerik's face.

“But how is he your enemy?”

“Brian Hall's widow is now my woman. We plan on making Miller pay for murdering her husband and son. So explain to me about your second family and what you know about his and Judge Courtway’s drug and sex trafficking business. I see I've surprised you once again,” I said to him as I watched his eyes widen at the mention of the good judge. “Are you in on the drug and sex trafficking as well, Bob?”

“Hell no!” he spit out emphatically. “I didn’t even know they were into sex trafficking now.”

“Then talk to us Bob, give us what information you have and let us help you do away with your blackmailer or is it blackmailers?”

“It's that whole damn family. The law firm was originally owned by Grayson Townsend. He had three daughters, but he wanted to leave the firm in the hands of men. He viewed women as nothing more than chattel. Joseph Courtway, Anson Miller, Sr.