Drive Me Wild

Chapter 25 - Duke

"I need you to look something up for me." Dropping into the seat facing Evan.

"What do you need looking up?" Evan turns to his laptop.

"Charlie Stephenson."

Evan averts his eyes from the laptop to face me. "I assume that's Abigail's dad."

"How do you know about Abigail?"

"I know everything Duke, we've already discussed this."

He goes back to typing on his laptop with a fixed expression. "What exactly do you want to know about him?"

"Where he lives, what he's done in the last five years."

Evan turns to me and cocks an eyebrow. "You want his address?"

"I thought I would pay him a little visit and have a chat."

"That man sounds fucked." He chuckles.

The next few minutes were spent hacking through the database and searching everything about Charlie. He had moved to a new house not long after Abbie was kicked out. I grabbed a loose sheet of paper and jotted down the address. The house wasn't too far from here.

"Thank you, Evan, there should be a nice lump sum of money in your account by the end of the day. I hope that this can be kept between us." I bribe.

"I appreciate that Duke, is there anything else you need help with?"

"Actually, yes there is. I need you to look up the death of Alexandra Stephenson."

"I'll get on it now, I'll see you later boss."

I stride out of Evan's office with a slight spring in my step. Excitement bubbled inside me knowing that I was going to get my hands on Charlie, the man who tried to ruin Abbie's life.

A small house that had seen much better days came into my eyesight. I knew this was a rough area from the address, but I wasn't expecting this. This house would be a drug dealers wet dream.

I hadn't exactly thought out how I was going to confront him or even talk to him. This was probably a terrible idea. But I couldn't go back now. My hands were tingling with anticipation as I knocked on the door.

"The fuck do you want?" The only person I can assume is Charlie growls out.

"I assume you're Charlie Stephenson?" I look him up and down.

"Yeah, and?" He snaps back.

His lack of respect for me was grating on my nerves. I couldn't even begin to imagine how badly Abbie had been treated by him.

"I think we need to have a little chat," I say, barging my way through the door.

"You can't just let yourself in!" He panics, trying to pull out a gun.

I quickly disarm Charlie and turn his gun against him. "Oh but I think I can."

"Of course." Charlie changes his mind. "Come right this way."

The inside of the house was just as disgusting as the outside. Items were thrown around everywhere and clutter filled all the empty spaces. Piles of pizza boxes and beer cans were scattered all over the living room causing a mouldy pungent smell to intrude up my nose. If I was to visit here again, I would need a gas mask to survive.

"Do you know who I am?" I enquire, towering over the man.

"I'm afraid not."

"Duke Langston. Boss of the mc skulls." I beam.

Usually, I would be polite and offer my hand to shake but god knows what kind of diseases I could get from him.

Charlie's eyes widen once he realised who I was. "Does Mason owe you money too? I swear I didn't know anything about it! I don't even know where my son is anymore!" He grovels.

It was intriguing to know that Charlie knew all about Mason's debts. Surely the man would try and help pay them off as Abbie did? I doubt he would give a shit about any of his children, by the state of his house, he's got too many problems himself.

"No. This is about your daughter." I sneer.

A flash of anger glazes over his eyes but it was gone too quickly. "I don't have a daughter."

I pull out his gun again and aim it at him. "That's where you're wrong, you know about your only daughter. Abigail Stephenson. The one that you allowed to be sexually assaulted because you think she killed your wife."

"She did kill my wife!" He screams. I must have hit a very sensitive nerve.

"What happened with your wife and daughter was an accident. Abigail did not deserve any of the treatment you gave her."

"Nothing you say will change my mind. I. Don't. Have. A. Daughter."

I take a long moment to death stare him down before I made any irrational decisions. It would be stupid to kill him now, he could be used as leverage towards the bratva along with Mason. I'm sure they would love to hear him scream in pain.

An evil smirk appears on Charlie's face. "Say, you seem to have taken a strong liking towards Abigail. How would you like to buy her for a couple of hours, you can do whatever you like to her?"

"You sick fuck!" I roar, smashing his head repeatedly into the wall. I was only meant to come here and shake him up a little, but I couldn't let him try and solicit his daughter and get away with it.

By the time I had finished letting my anger out on Charlie, he looked like shit. Blood coated my knuckles and hands. At some point, he must have passed out as he wasn't moving but his breathing kept up at a somewhat steady pace.

It turned out to be rather difficult to clean the blood off my hands seeing as the sink was filled with dishes. The smell of mould and rotting food was stronger in the kitchen. It almost made me want to throw up. I had to find a way to clean myself though, I couldn't allow Abbie to see me like this. It would cause her to bombard me with questions I didn't want to answer.

Stepping back outside felt like such a relief until I saw two men crowded around my motorbike. By the looks of it, they were attempting to steal it.

"Can I help you both?" I question.

One of the men panics and holds a knife in front of my face. "Give us the keys!" He threatens in a squeaky voice.

A loud throaty laugh leaves my mouth causing the men to stare at each other in confusion. I reach my hand back for Charlie's gun, he wouldn't be needing it any longer, so I thought about giving it to Abbie. Whether the gun was loaded was another question, but I was prepared to take my chances.

Bring out the gun and cocking it, I aim it at the temple of one of their heads. "Ask me that again."

Both of them were stunned into silence. Neither of them dared to speak in fear of me blowing their brains out. Eventually one of them piped up. "I'm sorry sir, we'll go now."

I slowly lower the gun. "I won't be so kind next time."

The men scurry off, tripping over their own feet and I made a mental note to never bring my bike here again. That was if I would even visit here again. At least Abbie would never know that I visited her disgrace of a father.

The soft purr of my motorbike slowly calmed my rage. I had only one destination in mind, and that was back home, where Abbie was.