Chapter 15: Chapter 15

XIX

Axel's P.O.V.

"Okay, what did you do with the gun?" Biden asks me, writing things down on the paper.

We were currently at his house in case the police managed to install microphones or anything in my home. It was safer to discuss everything here.

I thought about it for a second. "I took it back home with me."

He raises his brows. "You have the gun at your house right now?" he asks and I nod.

He purses his lips. "Are you fucking dumb, Jarvis? We need to get rid of it before they get a search warrant. I'll take care of it when I go sailing this weekend and I'll drop it off somewhere away from land. I'll go by your house today to get it." he shakes his head and I bite my lip in embarassement.

We've been discussing everything that went on that day for two hours now, and it honestly didn't look too bad. I think they shouldn't find the shovel because I dropped it off away from the crime scene.

The only problem is the fact that I touched his shirt - that could leave fingerprints behind but Biden said that fingerprints on fabric are really difficult to get and they're not clear so they're not important evicence and most importantly, because his body has been buried, the fabric was probably deteriorated at least a little by now and the fingerprints have disappeared.

They could find my hair at the scene but I can say I used to go on walks there because I lived close.

The problem now was my ex-co-workers who hated my fucking guts and probably all claimed that I was actually Axel and that I killed all those people, not just Greyson.

We agreed to claim that they had the wrong guy and that I was not Axel but there were still complications like the fact that I was still in contact with Sophie and my tattoos.

I can't do much about tattoos because the entire country knows about my tattoos from multiple times I was fighting on TV, but Biden is trying to make sure that as many pictures of Axel from before are deleted and burned.

He's a really great lawyer, worth every penny.

There is yet another ace we have hidden in our sleeves that Biden warned me about.

"Think about it," he smirked at me, "you're a famous fighter, at the top of the chart. Do you even realize how much money you bring to this country? Let's face it, the british cops won't be a problem at all because the government knows how much money they would lose if you stopped being a boxer, it's the americans that are a problem but look, they don't have fingerprints, even if they find the shovel there's basically no way to connect it to the crime, and your word is worth much more that that of gang members. I'll take care of the gun in a few days. There is no way we'll lose this, trust me." Biden grins and honestly, I relax.

With a genuine smile on my face, I hug him and thank him and coach looks pretty fucking happy as well.

"Now, we're gonna go in there, you're gonna give them whatever they ask of you so that you lessen their suspicious and for god's sake don't forget you're Dave Axel Williams, not Axel Jarvis. You don't even know that guy, but you're in a hurry to go back to training. Just let me do the talking, okay?" I nod and we stand up, ready to go to the police station.

I look at Sophie, smiling at me. It's obvious there's massive weight that's been lifted off her shoulders as she gives me a hug. "We have this, okay? Don't be nervous, baby, and come home soon." she gives me a kiss on the cheek.

Grinning at her, I hug her quickly as a goodbye and Biden and I leave, knowing there's no way we're gonna lose this.