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Chapter 20
I’m old, bitch. I’m looking death in the face. The only thing that’d scare me was if I woke up with my dick gone.
-Silas’ words to live by
Trance
“You got a minute?”
I looked up and found Jack standing next to me with a file folder in his hand.
Silas was standing behind him with a grim look on his face.
It was two days after the shooting, and the weekend. Which meant an impromptu party at Sebastian’s house. As was usual with The Dixie Wardens MC. Despite the fact that it was the middle of winter.
Fifteen minutes ago, I was surprised to see all of the men from Freeshow up with their wives. Now, not so much.
“Sure,” I said glancing over at Viddy who was currently whispering excitedly with her sister. “Take a seat.”
“When are you going to have one of your own?” Jack asked as he sat.
I looked down at the sleeping Saylor and grinned. “Soon, hopefully.”
Jack grinned back. “They change your life, that’s for sure. For the better though.”
Jack had a little girl that looked exactly like him and one on the way, seeing as his wife looked like she was about ready to pop.
His gaze followed mine and he grinned at me.
“What have you got for me?” I asked finally.
The smile died on his face, and his demeanor instantly changed from comfortable to tense.
He handed the folder over to me, and I took it, holding it open with one hand.
I read the top paper once, and then re-read it again.
“What the fuck?” I asked in surprise.
“That’s about what I thought, too. It surprised the shit out of me, and then some, when I found those on the mom’s computer.” Jack agreed.
‘Those’ were a compilation of emails Paul Russo’s mother, Annette Russo, wrote to her sister. In a nutshell, she admitted that Paul was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor that was slowly taking Paul’s mind from him. In it, she explained how she gently nudged Paul in Viddy’s direction, feeding him lies, causing him to do things he wouldn’t normally do.
“His fucking parents must be stupid or something. Why would she write all this down?”
“That’s translated. The original was in Cherokee. Which I happen to know.” Jack explained.
I shook my head.
“They can’t seriously think they can get away with this. What could they possibly gain by havinghimdo what he did?” I queried.
“Sympathy. It makes them more human. When Mr. Russo runs for senator, he’ll have the ‘my son was shot by a cop’ card.” Jack shrugged.
My eyes narrowed on the translated email. “But he was trying to rape my wife!”
“He said, she said.” Jack said.
My gut was roiling at the implications of this file he’d given me. I’d thought there was more to the story, but I didn’t think that Paul was only the tip of the iceberg. I’d thought this was fucking over.
