CHAPTER THIRTY THREE — What Edmund Told Rook
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LENA'S POV
The witness took two days to find.
His name was Carl, a man who had left the life years ago and now ran a small auto shop three towns over. Ghost found him through old connections, the kind of network that existed quietly beneath the surface of the club, people who owed favors or remembered loyalty even after years apart.
Ghost and Axel drove out to talk to him personally while Rook stayed at the compound, restless and trying not to show it.
I found him in the garage that afternoon, sitting on an overturned crate instead of working on anything, just sitting, his hands loosely clasped between his knees.
"You should be doing something with your hands," I said, sitting on the crate beside him. "You always say that helps you think."
"I have tried," he said. "Nothing is helping today."
I leaned against his shoulder slightly, and he let me, his arm coming around me automatically the way it always did now.
"They will find what we need," I said.
"I know," he said. "That is not what is bothering me."
"Then what is."
He was quiet for a long moment. "Even if Carl confirms everything, even if the truth comes out clean, Edmund still found a way to make me doubt myself for two days," he said. "He took something I thought I had buried completely and used it to make me question who I am. That bothers me more than whatever he actually plans to do with it legally."
I understood that. The particular violation of having someone reach into your past and use it as a weapon, regardless of whether it actually worked.
"He does that," I said. "It is what he does. He makes people doubt themselves because doubt is easier to control than certainty."
"You did not doubt yourself," Rook said. "Even after everything he said to you in that meeting."
"I doubted myself for years before I met any of you," I said. "I just stopped letting it control me. That took practice."
He looked at me. "Teach me," he said quietly.
I smiled slightly. "I do not think it works like a lesson," I said. "I think it works like what you are already doing. Writing everything down. Facing it directly instead of letting it sit in the dark where it gets bigger."
He considered that. "Maybe," he said.
We sat together in the quiet garage until we heard the bikes returning through the gate
Ghost and Axel came straight to find us, and I could read the outcome on Ghost's face before he said a single word.
"Carl confirmed everything," Ghost said. "He remembers the night clearly. Rook refused to drive. There was an argument. Rook walked away before anything happened. Carl said it was the reason he eventually got out himself, watching someone younger have the courage to refuse when he himself had not."
Rook exhaled slowly, something releasing in his shoulders that had been held tight for two days.
"He is willing to testify," Axel added. "In writing, if not in person. He does not want to be dragged into court directly, but he gave us a sworn statement."
"That is enough," Ghost said. "More than enough. If Edmund's lawyers try to introduce anything about that night, we have a witness who directly contradicts the implication that Rook was involved in anything illegal."
Rook looked at all of us, something working through his expression that was difficult to name. Relief, certainly. But something deeper too.
"Thank you," he said again, the same words from two nights before, but they landed differently this time, fuller somehow.
"You do not have to keep thanking us," Axel said, clapping him on the shoulder. "This is what family does."
The word hung in the air for a moment. Family. Nobody had used it quite that directly before, not about all of us together, but nobody corrected it either.
That evening Helen called with an update of her own, her voice carrying a different kind of energy than usual, sharper, more urgent.
"Edmund's legal team just filed an emergency motion," she said. "They are requesting the court suppress any testimony related to what they are calling unverified character allegations against club members. I believe they are trying to preemptively block exactly what we just secured with Carl's statement."
"Can they do that," I said.
"They can try," Helen said. "But the motion is weak. Carl's statement is a sworn document obtained legally, directly relevant to credibility issues they themselves raised by having Edmund threaten Rook in that meeting. I am filing our response tonight."
Ghost looked at the speaker phone, his jaw tight. "He knows we found Carl already," he said. "Which means someone told him."
The room went quiet.
"Another leak," David said grimly.
"Possibly," Ghost said. "Or Edmund simply assumed we would investigate and moved preemptively. I would rather not assume the worst without evidence."
"I will look into it," Rook said immediately. "If there is a leak, I want to find it before it does more damage."
"We will look into it together," Ghost said. "Tonight is not the night to be alone with this."
Rook nodded, something steadying in his expression at the offer.
Later, after Helen had ended the call and everyone had scattered to their evening routines, I found Rook in the medical room doing a final check on my blood pressure, his hands as careful as always despite everything that had happened that day.
"You handled today well," I said.
"I did not handle it," he said. "Carl handled it. I just waited and hoped."
"That counts as handling it," I said. "Sitting with uncertainty without falling apart. That is its own kind of strength."
He looked at me, something thoughtful in his expression. "You keep teaching me things I did not know I needed to learn," he said.
"You do the same for me," I said. "Every single day."
He finished checking my blood pressure, the numbers good, the babies steady according to the monitor he checked next.
"Edmund tried to use my past to break something between us," he said quietly, setting the equipment aside. "Between you and me, I mean. I think that was part of his intention. To make me seem dangerous, untrustworthy, someone you should fear rather than trust."
"It did not work," I said.
"No," he agreed. "It did not." He looked at me steadily. "I want you to know that whatever else he finds, whatever else he tries, none of it changes what I feel for you and for these children. I have nothing left to hide that would change that."
I reached up and touched his face gently. "I know," I said. "I have known since the basement."
He leaned into my touch slightly, something vulnerable and open passing across his features that he rarely allowed anyone to see.
"Court is in two days," he said.
"I know," I said.
"Are you ready."
I thought about Helen's preparation, about Carl's statement, about every piece they had assembled to protect not just me but all of us.
"Yes," I said. "I think I finally am."
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