Rebel parked her Dyna somewhat bluntly in front of the nightclub. She put off her helmet, hang it on the handlebar and took a cigarette out of the pocket of her cut. She lit it and entered the building. First she walked to the bar and grabbed a beer from the fridge. It had been a long day, she'd deserved a drink. She dragged her cigarette and checked her phone. No messages. She put the thing away and smiled when Freddie walked right up to her. She gave her best friend a hug.
"How was your day?"
Rebel just wanted to answer when the door swung open. Williams stepped in. There was nobody else around, so he walked right to them. There was a serious glance on his face. "I have sad news about Legacy," he said, looking at Rebel. "She was found dead along the railroad."
Her face went grim. "What the fuck?!" She kicked a chair and knocked over a table. "Whoever did this, I'll kill the asshole!"
From the corners of her eyes, she noticed that Freddie rubbed away a tear and walked out of the front door. Rebel stomped another chair to pieces and stepped towards the cop. "If you don't track down that fucker, I will!" she yelled, emptying her bottle of beer and smashing it to the wall.
She would find whoever had killed Legacy. Nobody touched her family without regretting about it forever. She left the building and climbed on her bike.
Rebel rode on high speed to Vicente's office. She wanted to be the one who told him the news, so she could see his reaction herself. A while ago she'd find out that Legacy was cheating on him, maybe Vicente had discovered that as well. She'd been anything but careful.
She parked her bike at the front. After banging on the door, it was opened with a strong tug. It was Vicente's right hand. The guy immediately stepped aside when he saw her face and she barged inside.
Vicente sat on the couch. The bold Mexican looked up the minute he heard her.
"They've found Legacy. Dead," she announced, not very subtle. "Somebody dumped her body along the railway."
Shock was written all over his face. His shoulders dropped down, his eyes were brimming with tears. Despite their difficult relationship it really seemed to hit him.
"Who told you?" His voice was trembling, and a tear was sliding down his cheek.
Would those tears be reaal? He looked genuinely affected.
Behind the man Giorgio was pacing. He scratched his head, looking nervous. Would he know more? She would soon give him a good grilling.
"Williams stepped by in the nightclub," she said, trying to calm down. Her head was a mess.
The man grabbed her hands. "Who was there with you, Rebel?"
"Freddie."
She wondered why that was so important, but she kept the question to herself.
Vicente rubbed his bald head. "Inform the others."
And so did Rebel.
It was a terrible blow for everyone. What should they do now? Legacy had been an inspiration to all of them. The whole club would miss her.
