Finding Me: Dominant Devils Book Three

by H. M. Stewart

  Doc’s answer shut Throttle up, along with everyone else at the table higher in their seats. I looked towards the head of the table where my son and Wall were sitting next to one another, both looking like they wanted to hurl before I finally delivered the final blow. “Before I say anything else I want to stress that Bree has no idea about any of this. Not sure how that girl is going to react to any of this, plus we’ve had Tank and Happy digging into a few things concerning Bree’s parents. If I had an inclination as to what that girl has had to endure with those two fucks I would’ve forced the issue back in the day. The only thing we had to go on was what the private investigator told us. He made it out like that girl was loved and would live the life of luxury.”

  “You telling me, I’ve got a fucking sister I didn’t know about, old man? What the fuck? Not only do I deserve to know that shit because she’s my blood, but I’m also the fucking President around these parts. You better come up with a better fucking excuse than thinking she had a good life! Father or not I don’t have a problem stepping up to beat your ass in the name of my goddamn sister!! Newsflash fucker, that girl has been through enough shit in her lifetime. Only Avery has been able to get that girl to open-up about the shit that crazy bitch of a mother put her through and you fucking left her there knowing there was a possibility she belonged to you. I can’t even fucking look at you right now,” Axle screamed coming up from the table throwing his chair against the wall. Then he was on a mission, no doubt to come after me, as he started to round the table only to be stopped by none other than Wall.

  “Wall, get the fuck out of my way. You know every one of these mother fuckers needs a beat down for keeping this shit all these years,” my son growled in Wall’s face as he fought to get by our enforcer.

  “SETTLE THE FUCK DOWN,” Wall yelled back at Axle before taking his shirt in both fists and slamming Axle’s back to the table getting right in his face. “THAT’S YOUR FUCKING FATHER YOUR DISRESPECTING FOR NO DAMN REASON, ASSHOLE!” Wall and Axle stare each other down for what seems like forever before Wall looks me square in the eye and speaks. “TELL HIM! TELL HIM NOW!”

  “You can be pissed at me all you want Axle for not digging deeper, come kick my ass all over this garage, but all the blame doesn’t rest on my shoulders. I’ll not talk ill of a man I helped bury years ago but he shoulders the blame more so than any of us left here standing. Rowdy is Breeanna’s father, son. That beautiful girl will never know him or how good he would have been to her. If he was still here today I’m sure he would gladly let everyone in this room beat his ass for not finding her sooner.”

  The room falls silent at my statement and the fight in Axle dies some. My son is still fucking fuming for yet another secret coming to light and the hurt that this will undoubtedly bring Bree. Wall releases Axle and jumps away from the table and begins to pace the room while clenching and unclenching his fist. Taking my attention away from the two I look at the sea of faces sitting around the table. Every face bears a scowl in one way or another. I wait for someone else to speak because for the first time in my life I can admit I’m lost as to how to handle the situation. Thankfully a normally quiet Viking chooses to address the room to pull everyone back to reality. “Now is not the time to be beating the shit out of one another. Even though I can say I never threw my dick in that fucking skank I still shoulder some of the blame. None of us thought anything of it. Like Boomer said, the P.I. painted the picture of a little girl with loving parents and a supportive family. With all the damn lies that cunt Charlie sprouted off, we couldn’t have known any different. So, stop pointing fucking fingers and let’s hash this shit out. Wall, if you need a minute to deal with this shit speak up now, if not I’m gonna have Happy open up that damn folder he put together on her parents, so we can see exactly what the fuck it is we're dealing with.”

  Wall

  I’m numb. It’s the only way to explain it. Part of me wants to hate my old man for this and part of me wants to say I understand where the oldheads were coming from. If I’m honest with myself I could say I’ve always seen something familiar in Bree but never thought much of it. Hell, I’ve let things slip to aggravate Tank’s ass, but I never even looked at Bree in anything other than a brotherly way. I should’ve known something was up.

  “Wall, do you need a minute? We can take a break until you’ve got time to process this shit. I know it’s a kick to the balls, man,” Viking asks me.

  “A fifteen-minute break isn’t gonna help me process the shit that rolling around in my head, brother. Let’s hash this shit out but know this. I don’t give a fuck what any of you all think but Breezy, Carrin and my mother deserve to know. I’ll give you all til the end of this meeting to put a plan in place to soften the blow, but they will know if I have to tell them my goddamn self!”

  “Agreed, brother! Now, Happy, why don’t you explain what you, Tank and your buddy were able to dig up,” Viking states moving on.

  Happy says nothing as he bends over to pick up a folder from the floor beside him. The three-inch-thick folder makes a loud thud as he drops it. “I haven’t been able to look through all of this. I just picked most of this up this afternoon. Good thing Boomer talked Axle into calling church early. Settle in boys, it’s going to be a long night,” Happy declares.

  Normally that would cause some bitching between the men at this table but not tonight. We all sat quietly while Happy started from the beginning. “Alright, fuckers, listen up. As you all now know, our late brother Rowdy is Breezy’s father. This is some fucked up shit, let me tell ya! From what I’ve dug up myself and what I’ve read so far, this all could have been avoided if you old fuckers didn’t hire a punk for a private investigator. My guy took the liberty of visiting the asshole the club used damn near twenty-five years ago when he noticed the discrepancies in the newspaper clipping of the birth announcement. After delivering a little persuasion, the dude sang like a bird. From what I gather the fucker was caught snooping around then paid off to come back and deliver the news of the happy family so that way no one would dig any deeper. Mom and Pop Loftland didn’t want anyone to know that they allowed their son to marry a whore and wanted some shameful family secrets to stay hidden.”

  “You see our girl Charlie must have had a thing for biker’s dicks. Right after she had Bree the bitch took off leaving a newborn Bree with Derek and his parents at the hospital while she took off in the middle of the night to haul ass across the country. She was gone for almost three months before they caught up with her and drug her ass home. Derek’s father was all about appearances and divorce wasn’t an option. Derek was told that if he wanted his rightful spot at the head of the company that he would have to stay married to Charlie keeping his booty calls discrete. Dear old dad never said that they had to be faithful to one another but whoever they were fucking at the time had to be kept on the down low. Charlie was given a monthly allowance courtesy of the company for as long as she lived married to Derek providing she put on the doting wife routine when someone was looking. So, when Oldman Loftland found out the P.I. you guys hired was snooping around he then paid that fucker off to come back with an altered birth announcement to fool everyone into believing that Charlie was just a lying bitch.”

  “So, for a few fucking dollars, I’ve had a sister floating around for a quarter of a damn century I didn’t fucking know about! She’ll never get the fucking chance to meet her own flesh and fucking blood because of that prick! Hell, if she hadn’t come into town none of us would have known any fucking different,” Wall explodes.

  “True, brother. My guy made sure to include all the info he could gather on the rat bastard of a P.I. for us. Got everything from his social to his fucking schedule. My boy figured you might want to visit the asshole that kept you from your sister yourself, brother. Trust me when I’m done we're gonna have a whole fucking list of people to visit,” Happy responded back. “Now back to what I was saying. When Derek’s father died his mother decided she wasn’t going to follow her dead husba
nd’s agreement with Charlie and Derek. The old broad flat out told the two that they were screwed when Bree turned eighteen. She was planning on breaking the news the Bree about who her father was and turn everything over to her when the time was right if Bree wanted it. From the looks of things, the momma bear never liked or forgave Charlie for being a money hungry slut or her shady ass son. The old man wasn’t even cold in the ground yet when Charlie’s allowance was cut out. Then she filed a petition to have Derek removed from the board for directors at Seacrest. She managed to cut off the money to Charlie but even as acting CEO she couldn’t knock her son out of the company. That’s the time the old broad changed her will without anyone knowing. She even used a different lawyer going to the longtime family’s lawyer’s competition to have a lock tight will drafted and filed. When the old woman kicked it, Derek knew he had it made. He’d end up with the company, mommy’s money and would finally be able to divorce Charlie’s ass for good. Imagine his surprise when he and Charlie walk into the family’s lawyer’s office to sign documents for the will they thought was in place only to be served with a letter and documents they never knew existed leaving everything to Bree.”

  “Holy shit! I’m not blaming Bree for any wrongdoing but I gotta ask. You sure Bree didn’t know anything about this? Maybe that’s what has sent her here looking for a place to lay her head and probably protection from those two fucks,” Blaze asks the table.

  “Shut the fuck up asshole! That’s my fucking sister you’re talking about. It don’t fucking matter if she did or didn’t know, her fucking place is here just like rest of us. I’m gonna warn you once, fucker, to watch your tongue. I’m hanging by a goddamn thread waiting to rip a mother fucker’s head off. Makes no difference to me who the fuck it is at this point,” I scream at the top of my lungs. I don’t get in his face because I know me all too well. If the fucker would have blinked I would’ve have been swinging on his ass. Even I know, he doesn’t deserve it when all he’s speaking is the shit that is probably running through everyone else’s head at this table. Better be everyone but Tank’s ass if he knows what’s good for him. I handled the shit with Carrin and Zeus wrong and I don’t want to do anything to scare Bree off but me and Tank are gonna have a coming to Jesus about him moving in on my sister. Especially when he knew about this and still went after her before this shit was aired out.

  I’m so lost in my thoughts I don’t hear what Happy is saying before two words caught my attention, “two million.”

  “Hold the phone! What the fuck did you just say, asshole,” I ask needing him to tell me what the fuck two million has to do with my sister? Putting thoughts of killing Tank’s dumb ass aside I listen to Happy go over what exactly the grandmother’s final wishes were.

  “I was saying at the time the grandmother’s will was read, she left everything of hers to Bree except for the family home. Being it was passed down for a few generations on her husband’s side she felt that her son should be entitled to at least that much, but that’s where the bitches generosity stopped. There is what was two million in cash ten years ago, sitting in an interest gaining trust fund for Bree plus twenty-six percent of the company. That twenty-six percent puts her at the helm of the company if she wants it. She can sell it off, be a silent shareholder or kick her dad out of the slot of CEO. Bree was still a teenager when her grandmother died so she wasn’t allowed to be a part of the reading of the will unless her parents permitted it. I’ve got copies of the will and the letters that were left for Charlie and Derek. Bree’s grandmother pretty much told them she knew what they were up to and delivered a big fuck you when she let them know they weren’t getting shit except the house. Bree would get it all either when she married or at the age of twenty-five. There was also a clause in the will that stated if anything should happen to Bree before her twenty-fifth birthday or even before she was married the money was to go to charity and the company shares were to be divided up and sold to the rest of the employees of the company.”

  “Why do I get the feeling there’s more to this shit? First, you say the bitch calls them out saying she knows what they're up to and then she has it done so that if anything happened to Bree before her twenty-fifth birthday they still wouldn’t get anything? What the fuck would she have to worry about happening to Bree? What the fuck was Charlie and Derek up to that the grandmother would know and be worried about? This shit ain’t making a whole lot of sense, Hap. I mean did the old bitch think her son would have had a hand in her death or something? She think they’d do the same to Bree,” Throttle said breaking his silence?

  His last words sent me into a fit. “Those two dipshits won’t be getting anywhere near my goddamn sister as long as I’m still fucking breathing. Fuck it! I’ll ride tonight and pay them a little visit if that’s what the fuck it takes!”

  “I’m with you on that one! Those mother fuckers come anywhere near my fucking woman and I’ll be unleashing a new level of pain on their asses,” Tank agreed with me.

  Yeah, I know he would be right beside me riding the bullshit from Bree’s life but when he referred to my sister as his woman something inside me snapped! I couldn’t contain myself. He was the next one I had by the collar only this time I dropped his ass to the floor getting right in his face to get my point across. “That’s my goddamn sister you’re referring to as your woman, dickhead. This shit might be new to me but you're gonna put the brakes on that shit until I got time to process all this mess. You’re gonna let her process this shit before you try swooping the fuck in and taking the fuck over. Then you’re gonna do things the right way; the proper fucking way. I’ve already had one dumb fuck that went behind my back with Carrin. That shit ain’t gonna fucking happen with Bree, asshole,” I managed to get out before my airway was cut off from Axle putting me in a headlock in an attempt to get me off Tank. It took Axle, Boomer, and Viking to pull me off him. If I really wanted to prove my point and beat his ass they wouldn’t have been able to stop me, though.

  “Settle your high-strung ass down. Less than forty-eight hours ago you were preaching to the man telling his ass to go after her. You can’t re-nig on that shit now. Put that shit out of your fucking head. We’ve got other shit to deal with at the moment,” I hear from Axle as the three of them manage to get me back in my chair. All three of them stand in front of me to keep me rooted in my seat.

  “Axle’s right, Wall. Now is not the time or the place for this shit. Let’s hear the rest of what Happy has on the assholes and then we can figure out a way to break the fucking news to her. We can have our little fucking chat tomorrow, but don’t you think for one fucking minute you’re going to keep me away from her. Get on with it Hap,” Tank sprouts off righting his self with his brothers help. With the look Axle is throwing me right now I keep my mouth shut. Happy waits for me to acknowledge him before he drops yet another fucking bomb in this mess of things.

  “The letters to Charlie and Derek never come out and say directly that the old woman thought they would be involved in her death but from some of the wording, I think the bitch was insinuating just that. The police never suspected any foul play and with the woman’s age, they never performed an autopsy, though. There’s still one letter that hasn’t been opened and that is the one to Bree. Apparently, the lawyer was paid very well to keep it in a safe place with strict instruction to make sure it is placed in Bree’s hands on her twenty-fifth birthday. My guy let himself in the lawyer’s office looking for any trace of it and couldn’t find anything. Charlie, along with fuck boy Derek, tried to protest the will on several different occasions but it never happened. Even more so now that she disappeared on them. They hired several different agencies to try and find her with no luck or at least until a year ago.”

  “You mean to tell me that they might have had something to do with the death of Bree’s grandmother’s and now they’ve figured out where’s she’s been,” I ask Happy through gritted teeth.

  “From what my guy could round up, yeah, that’s exactly what I’m
saying. They’ve known where she was for the last year or so, that means they knew where she was when Bree was attacked. Don’t know about the rest of you but it seems too much of a coincidence for my liking. So far there isn’t anything that would directly link those two to the renegade Grizzle fucks that have been causing havoc around the club, but my gut is telling me they’re teaming up somehow. Just gotta find the needle in the damn haystack and piece this shit together. This shit has been going on for too long already and Bree’s birthday a month away. If my guts right they’ll be making a move soon,” my brother in arms answers me before getting right on with what we have so far on the two who raised Bree.

  For the next two hours, we all listened to Happy go over the dirt he had on Charlie and Derek. He had all their personal info, medical records, schedules, past lovers, business associates (apparently on both sides of the law) and so much more. The more we heard the more the rest of the fellas were in an agreement that both were connected to the rogue bastards we’ve been dealing with for the last year.

  Apparently, Derek had a thing for the women in the office. His current secretary is shacked up in the penthouse apartment at the building he owns. Since Bree has been gone it seems he spends most of his time there instead of at home with good ole Charlie. Derek seems to have several high-ranking officials on his payroll as well as some low-ranking thugs helping keep his ass off the radar. The asshole has quite the black book.

  Charlie, on the other hand, has been fucking one of Derek’s friends for the last fifteen years along with the occasional one-night stand that she picks up at the bar she likes to frequent when she goes to a beach house in Myrtle Beach. From what Happy was able to pull up the house belonged to Bree also. Looks like what used to be random visits have turned into an every other week trip for the last two years. Happy’s guy managed to get a few pictures of miss high and mighty climbing on the back of some guys bike as they both left the bar in North Myrtle Beach. The time stamp on the pictures showed that bitch was there Sunday night. Two nights ago; the night before the fire at the bike shop.