My Mafia Brother’s Car Framed Me? Chapter 07

My Mafia Brother’s Car Framed Me? Chapter 07

The figure of two hundred and sixty thousand dollars completely shattered whatever composure Theo had left.

“I’m not paying a cent!”

He shoved the assessment sheet away furiously.

“Hailey stole the bike, and Hailey wrecked it. It has nothing to do with me!”

Hailey screamed, lunging at him like a wild animal.

“You grabbed the spare key!”

“Covering up the logo was your idea too!”

“You said once Vivienne crashed, you’d strip her patch and give her spot to me!”

They tore into each other right there on the gravel path.

The love, the baby, and the loyalty they had bragged about just moments ago devolved into a filthy, desperate mudslinging match in the face of liability and money.

Damian’s men stepped in and dragged them apart seconds later.

The lawyer stood before the pair, his voice smooth and detached.

“Repair costs are merely the civil aspect.”

“Grand theft auto, intentional concealment of major mechanical failure, conspiracy to force another person into driving a lethal vehicle, and actual bodily harm will all be handled separately.”

—

“The video footage and witness statements are being handed over to the police.”

Theo’s face drained of every last drop of color.

Right then, an Iron Raven member suddenly rushed out, holding his phone high in the air.

“Vivienne, I have proof!”

“This is the group chat log Theo sent us last night. He told us to take Hailey’s side no matter what happened today, and promised us Road Captain Assistant and Garage Manager positions during the next election!”

Another member jumped in immediately after.

“I have logs too! He instructed us to intentionally put you at the back of the pack and block you from voting on ride routes.”

“He said you were just a woman without backing. Even if you earned your colors, you’d never be part of the inner circle.”

More and more members pulled out their phones.

Some handed over voice notes, others showed screenshots of their chats, and a few admitted that Theo had repeatedly directed them to isolate me in the club, intentionally handing me the dirtiest, most dangerous tasks.

They scrambled to testify—not out of a sudden burst of conscience, but because they were terrified of being locked up as co-conspirators.

I gathered the evidence, but I didn’t accept a single apology.

—

“Helping me today doesn’t erase what you did before.”

“The Iron Raven MC preaches loyalty on its walls.”

“But you were never loyal to the rules, or to your brothers. You were only loyal to power.”

“Whoever holds power gets your voice; whoever looks helpless gets your boot on their neck.”

Silence fell over every single person in the crowd.

Then, as if a switch flipped in his head, Theo turned desperately to Damian.

“Mr. Lucchesi, this is just internal club drama.”

“I’ll pay for the bike, and I’ll take full responsibility for Vivienne’s injury. Ending this here is best for everyone.”

Damian didn’t offer a response. He simply shot a glance at me.

I understood what he meant.

The reason he had come out here in person was never just about a broken motorcycle.

I held out my hand to him.

Damian’s right-hand man handed me a thick brown Manila folder.

I unceremoniously dumped its contents right onto a motorcycle seat.

Bank statements, route maps, warehouse shift schedules, and screenshots of Theo and Hailey contacting the exact same unknown burner number spilled out, page by page.

—

“It was never just club drama, was it?”

Theo’s pupils shrunk to pinpricks.

I locked eyes with him.

“For six months, you used club runs as a front to map out the Lucchesi family’s supply lines along the Hudson Valley and New Jersey.”

“On the surface, you were testing new routes. In reality, you were logging shipment times, fuel stops, and escort schedules.”

“Then you and Hailey sold that intel directly to the Lucchesi family’s rivals.”

My voice wasn’t loud, but it dropped the temperature on the mountain road to freezing.

Months ago, the Lucchesi family had lost multiple shipments across New Jersey and the Hudson Valley, with one hijacked run claiming the life of a driver. Damian had been hunting for the mole, until the stolen bike tied Theo and the Iron Raven MC straight into the same knot.

Hailey stumbled back a step.

“No… I didn’t know what those routes were for!”

Theo shook his head frantically.

“I just sold a few maps! I didn’t know anyone was going to get killed!”

Damian finally broke his silence.

—

“Selling my family’s transit routes to our enemies, then claiming you didn’t know what would happen?”

His voice didn’t even carry a tremor of emotion.

“Theo, you don’t get to speak the word ‘loyalty.'”

In the distance, more engine sounds echoed up the pass.

This time, it wasn’t just Lucchesi enforcers arriving, but State Police cruisers and auto theft investigators called to the scene.

Damian could handle underground betrayals his own way, but my assault, the stolen vehicle, and the deliberate setup needed to be logged on an official criminal record.

That was the most terrifying thing about the Don.

He never needed to get his hands dirty when he could slam every exit door shut on you at the exact same time.

Before they shoved Theo into the back of a cruiser, he finally broke down completely.

He jerked against his restraints, screaming out toward me:

“Vivienne, it was a mistake! I lost my head!”

“You’re the only one I ever loved! Hailey was just an accident!”

“Put in a good word with your brother! We can start over, please!”

I looked at the man who had once convinced me that love was real, feeling nothing but sheer disgust.

He didn’t regret betraying me.

—

He only regretted finding out that the woman he betrayed wasn’t powerless.

I raised my hand, and right in front of everyone watching, flashed him a clean, sharp middle finger.

“Rot in hell.”

—

The cruiser doors slammed shut. Theo’s muffled screams faded as the vehicle pulled away.

Hailey was placed in a separate car, still crying, still pleading, still trying to blame someone else.

I turned to Damian.

“You knew about the supply line leaks before I showed you the folder.”

He didn’t deny it. “I suspected. I needed confirmation. You gave it to me.”

“And the bike?”

A ghost of a smile crossed his face. “I knew you’d figure it out. You always do.”

I shook my head, but I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips.

“Next time, just tell me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

We stood there for a moment, watching the last of the cruisers disappear down the mountain road.

The Iron Raven members lingered, unsure of what to do now that their club was effectively dissolved.

Damian’s second-in-command approached. “Don, what do we do with the rest of them?”

Damian glanced at me.

I looked at the men who had stood by and watched me be humiliated. The ones who had only spoken up when they had something to lose.

“Let them go,” I said. “They’re not worth the effort.”

Damian nodded. The men scattered like leaves in the wind.

As we walked back to the SUV, I felt the weight of the past six months finally lift off my shoulders.

“You know,” Damian said as he opened the door for me, “you could have just told me you wanted to infiltrate a motorcycle club. I could have set you up with a much better one.”

I laughed. “Where’s the fun in that?”

He shook his head, but he was smiling.

“Get in the car, little sister. Let’s go home.”