Page 30 of Snake (Road Rebels MC 3)
I had to get into work and start going through The Devil Saints’ file.
I pulled away from the movie theater and headed straight for work. My mind was centered, and I had a task at hand. I pulled up behind the police station and entered through the back, making my way towards the evidence locker. I knew the most recent files on The Devil Saints were already upstairs, but I wanted everything on them. I wanted everything the police department had on this club. All of the paperwork, all of the evidence, and all of the recordings.
After chatting a little while with my new friend who understood the intricacies of makeup, I left the evidence locker with three boxes in my hand. I expected there to be a lot more, but I would take anything I could get. I stuck to the back hallways and walked up the stairs instead of taking the elevator, and I was able to slip into my office without my captain seeing me. The last thing I wanted to do was try to lie to him about where I had been.
I was not ready to even think about the fact that I had just had intimate sexual relations with an outlaw where we both declared our love for one another.
Love.
Jace had told me he loved me.
I shut the thought from my head and got to work. I had to do my job. I could not take the time right now to justify being in love with a criminal. If The Devil Saints were doing what Jace said they were doing, then he was right. They were the ones that needed to be taken out first. So, I started going through their files. I arranged everything in the three boxes by date, then I started with the earliest documents. I scanned every piece of paper and went over every picture, taking notes as I went along. Notes of Presidential changes and names of people who kept popping up in documents. Court cases that were brought against them and people who had conveniently gone missing. I read through newspaper articles and magazine articles that talked about events the police department tried to connect to this club. Prostitution rings and illegal strip clubs. Drug running and gun slinging. Unsolved murders and body parts that were found in rivers close to their compound.
All shit that couldn't be proven, but all shit that smelled like The Devil Saints. ------
But there was one name that kept popping up. One name that continued to be jotted down in my notes.
Carmichael.
The first Carmichael mentioned was Derek. A small town boy born on the outskirts of Las Vegas who grew up and established one of the first private law firms that serviced the mobsters who took over the city. Or so it was rumored. He never employed another lawyer to help him, and he never outsourced his work. He became a very rich man very quickly, and then he had a son.
Mason Carmichael.
Mason's name appeared a great deal in the documents, and it didn't shock me when I figured out that he had taken over his father's practice. The law firm on the outskirts of Vegas continue to pump in massive amounts of money without ever hiring another lawyer onto its payroll, and that’s when pieces started falling into place. Mason Carmichael made a name for himself in Vegas by ‘defending those who couldn't defend themselves,’ and soon branched out in the criminal world.
He always appeared in court with someone who was known to be associated with the mob, but there were a few times where he appeared with the heads of the gang as well.
Mason eventually went on to marry a dancer from one of the strip clubs. They had a happy life, and Mason continued to dabble in court proceedings with the mobsters as well as with random gang members. He was trying to expand on his father’s business model, but then I came across his obituary.
A sudden death that left his wife and his son without him.
Guess the mob didn’t enjoy him branching out.
Now his son, Daniel Carmichael, owned the law firm. It was in a different place now, but it was the same one. Rebranded with a different name, but still, the same sleazy Carmichael that was running it. Daniel’s name was peppered throughout the recent literature on The Devil Saints and was even in news articles giving quotes for the club on their behalf.
He was not only their lawyer, but he was also their fucking public relations representative.
That was who I need to focus on. This Daniel Carmichael. His family apparently had a long history of helping criminals, so it made sense that he was helping The Devil Saints. A little bit of digging and a trip to the courthouse for public records helped me to find that the business he was running was still his grandfather's. Rebranded under a different name-- probably so he could get away from the mob-- but still the same old business model.
But Daniel Carmichael was intelligent.
He wasn’t a regular person, so to speak. A graduate from Harvard Law School, he was in the Top 10% of his class. He was a part of MENSA, the ultimate party club for those with a high I.Q. He all but aced his SAT’s as well as his LSAT and his bar exam, and he was known in the community as the man to go to whenever you needed answers.
I had no idea what the fuck that meant, but I knew it wasn't good.
His name was on each and every court document The Devil Saints had on them spanning back two decades. This man was lining his pockets with money by getting The Devil Saints off on things that should have landed their asses in jail for years. He was profiting off their disgusting acts by keeping them in the clear when they should have been paying for their sins.
This was how The Devil Saints needed to be taken down. They needed to have Daniel Carmichael out of the picture.
Then they would be all on their own.
Chapter 27
Snake
“You what?” Mac asked.
“Snake? In love? That can’t be real,” Fox said.
“Not my fault you don’t have any creativity,” I said.
“Okay, okay, okay. Just… settle down. If Snake says he’s in love with someone, then let’s hear him out. I’m more interested in knowing how this ties in with whatever information he’s got,” Talon said.
“Thank you,” I said.
“I never thought I’d see the day where he thanked the dude banging his sister,” Hawk said with a laugh.
“I’m gonna kill you if you don’t shut up,” I said, and Hawk quickly threw up his hands in apology.
“Do we need more breaths? Or do we need chloroform?” Mac asked. “Snake. Start your damn story.”
“When I was being patched as a prospect and all that shit a few years back, I started dating someone. A woman named Laiken.”
“We never heard of her,” Fox said.
“Because I didn’t bring her around,” I said.
“Why not?” Talon asked.
“Because I wanted to keep her safe. Away from this life. Unlike you with my sister,” I said.
“Get off it, Snake. Talon and your sister are in love. Find a way to deal with that,” Hawk said.
“Yes, Hawk. And hold onto that point as well as your budding family for when I progress with this story. Now, she was just a hookup. At least in the beginning. But… she grew on me. Substantially.”
“She made him grow, too,” Fox said with a laugh.
“Fox? Shut the fuck up,” Mac said.
The entire room fell silent before all of their eyes turned back to me.
“I fell in love with Laiken, and she was perfect you guys. Thick curves and a sassy attitude. Could drink my ass underneath a table. Loved her beer and chicken wings and never once fucking asked me about my bullshit family. She knew what to stay away from, and she knew what I enjoyed.”
“Sounds like your perfect woman,” Hawk said.
“She was. She still is. That’s why I’m here,” I said.
“Keep with the story. Feed us the whole picture,” Mac said.
“When I was patched, I started sneaking out. Those early morning things and the biker rallies on the weekends. I wasn’t telling her where I was going because I knew she would want to come. Be a part of it. Until I figured out she wanted to become a cop one day.”
“Fucking. Hell,” Fox said.
“Just listen to me, okay?” I asked. “T
hen, it turned into a hiding game to keep her safe and to keep my nose out of the fucking grinder.”
“We would’ve never let you in. Snake, are you fucking serious? Is this woman back?” Mac asked.
“She is. I saw her this afternoon.”
“And by saw her… you mean…?”
“Yes, Mac. I fucked her,” I said.
“Is she a cop?” Hawk asked.
“With the Henderson Police Department, yes,” I said.
“Are you… is he kidding us with this shit?” Fox asked.
“You said you had information,” Mac said. “Did you… exploit her for that or something?”
“No,” I said. “She wanted answers as to why I was always sneaking around and hiding shit from her, and I wanted to know what the police knew about us.”
“So you traded,” Talon said.
“In a way, yes.”
“So, what do you know?” Mac asked. “What did she tell you?”
“She found out I was part of The Road Rebels because the police have identified us. This core group. From what I could tell, no one else is exposed. But we are. And they know our titles, too. Our positions in the club,” I said.
