Redemption (Rogue Nation MC #1)

21. Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One

Theo

Before the door was completely closed, Mako had his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me into his chest. “You OK baby?” his words were barely above a whisper against my neck.

I lay my head back against his chest and closed my eyes, simply absorbing his heat. “Yeah, I’m gonna be alright. It’s just a lot, ya know?”

“Yeah, I know, but it’s gonna be over soon.” His grip tightened into a hug. I just nodded my head and squeezed my eyes tighter to stay off the tears welling in my eyes. I stayed quiet because my voice would have given away the fragile state I was in. “Baby, you remember I can feel your emotions, right?” I guess I forgot, because that’s when the sobs started. I turned my body and pressed my face into his chest and let his t-shirt absorb my tears. Mako just wrapped his arms around me tightly and let me cry while he stroked his hand over my hair.

Once my emotions settled, he sat in his chair behind the desk and pulled me into his lap. “I can pull up a chair next to you and we can read through this stuff.” I tried to get up, and he held tight.

“Nope. I’m gonna need you right here. I have a feeling that we’re gonna need to lean on one another for this. You for support and me to control my anger. Without you to ground me, I’m liable to get on my bike and bust heads. Neither of us needs that right now.” I had to agree, so I stayed where I was.

I lay my hand on the folder, pulling it to us. “Myron collected a lot of information. How long was he at this?” The folder was close to an inch and a half thick, with papers sticking out all around. I even noticed the edges of photos scattered throughout.

Mako opened the folder and started flipping the pages. “Within a couple months of leaving Mossdale’s employ. He wanted to find something useful for when he figured out a way to get you free.” I watched in awe as my mate slipped into his MC leader role. I could see why there were some who feared him, not that I ever would, but he radiated absolute authority.

For the only time in my life, I was glad that the Mossdales didn’t skimp with my education. To anyone looking on, it would seem that I was having a difficult time reading the material and deciphering the pictures. Mako understood it wasn’t the case. The longer I stayed on a page or stared at a picture, he felt my emotions ebb and swell. I came across a police report regarding a woman who had been beaten and assaulted repeatedly, yet there was no DNA in the database to match an assailant. My breathing patterns changed when I looked at the pictures. There were photos of the same woman getting out of both Grey and Gavin’s vehicles just days before her attack. I recalled seeing her at the gate of the drive more than once from my window. Mako felt my emotions and slipped his hand under my shirt and rubbed tiny circles on my hip, grounding me, letting me know I was safe.

Spread among the photos and reports, there were financial records and a few pages of correspondence between Grey and a few attorneys. Within those pages, I found the things I knew existed, but had hoped weren’t there. Some dated back to well before Poppy passed. I skimmed over the ‘ Per our telephone conversation ’ and ‘I have enclosed the information you requested ’ headings were titles like ‘ Consequences of disillusion of Adoption ’, ‘ Average turnaround time for a death certificate ’ and ‘ Issuance of a death certificate in lieu of a body in a missing persons case ’. All those were dated after Poppys’ death and reading of the will. Scattered among those were requests for information regarding divorce, child support, inheritance laws and community property division when one party was a woman. I didn’t notice that I put all these letters in a single pile alone on the side of the desk, away from the other papers.

Mako glanced at my ‘special’ pile. He reached over and began flipping through the pages. “Baby, did you understand what you’ve done here?” he broke out in a smile.

“Umm, no, not really. This is just all the stuff he asked his lawyer that would show his motives for financial gain. I thought it wouldn’t be too important because I knew about attorney client privilege.” I picked up the pile and began reading again. As I set them down, Mako picked them up and began separating them into piles. When we finished, there were 8 or 9 piles spread across the desk. Mako waved his hand over the piles again and looked at me, waiting.

“Do you see it Theo?” There was something he saw I didn’t.

I stared at the piles over and over. The only thing that jumped out at me were the logos at the top of the pages. 9 different law offices. “Why 9 different law offices? That’s a lot of money on lawyers.” I knew Grey to be cheap but hiring that many law offices made little sense to me.

“No baby, look deeper. There’s more than 9 offices. There’s closer to 40. They’re in 9 different CITIES around Washington. All these letters. What story do they tell?” I could feel his excitement growing through the mate bond, and it was confusing.

“The story of a money hungry man who will take any route possible to gain control of cash.” It was obvious to me.

“Yes baby, that and someone willing to do anything to get rid of anyone in their path to said money. Any attorney who got this many inquiries like this from one person would be obligated to report it.” I nodded my head, still confused. “Most estate and divorce lawyers allow a potential client to do a sort of interview. You contact the office and can ask one question, just to see if the attorney is a right fit for your situation. It’s free.” He paused and waited for me.

“Oh, my goddess!” It hit me all at once. “Tacoma, Seattle, Misty Pines, oh Mako, they’re all over the state and no 2 are the same law office. He was asking questions for free all over the state to avoid any one person putting 2 and 2 together!” By the time I was done, my voice was almost a high-pitched scream.

“See, I knew I had a smart mate.” He hugged me and gave me a toe-curling kiss that lit a fire low in my belly. I kissed him back, grinding my ass down on his hardening cock. By the time the kiss ended, I was moaning, and we were both panting for breath. He glanced at his watch. “Baby, we only got a few minutes.” Licking his lips between each word.

I reached down, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled out his hard cock. I stood up, turning around and dropping my shorts. “Well then, Prez, I guess we won’t have time for a knot. Just fuck me hard and cum on me instead.” We both groaned as I sat and impaled myself on him.