Page 129 of Injustice and Absolution

Two minutes later, I get back-to-back texts from both Saxon and Toga, who is at the hotel bar. Both messages informing me that Drew and Delilah just entered the lobby. The next text comes in from Toga at 7:58.

They're in the elevator.

A minute later, a text comes through from Drew on my burner phone.

On our way up.

The instant I read it, my cell rings. It’s Chubbs, which means something hasn’t gone according to plan.

Fuck.

“What’s wrong?” I answer.

He’s in the security office, watching the camera footage from inside the elevator.

“She just tried attacking him… He disarmed her.”

“Is he hurting her?” I’m worried for her safety now more than ever.

“Um, no.” I’m not satisfied with Chubbs’s answer, but if it were anything serious, he would have told me.

“Do I need to intercept them when they get out of there?

“No. Send the guys out, they just got out of the elevator. No sign of anyone else following them either. You’re clear.”

“10-4.” I hang up the phone then nod to Reaper and Crusher.

“You’re up. Let them come to you. Do not engage unless something doesn’t feel right. We need this to work.”

They nod in understanding before holstering their guns and taking their places at the entrance to the suite. Draven stands next to me, no doubt to keep me in check and make sure I don’t move a goddamn muscle until Drew is properly incapacitated.

“You’ll get your turn as soon as we get back to the clubhouse,” he says under his breath as though he’s able to read my mind.

I flex my hands, my knuckles cracking as I try to relieve some of my pent-up anger and frustration.

Suddenly, I hear Delilah’s voice cry out. I take a step, but Draven holds my arm tightly, his words barely above a whisper.

“Reaper and Crusher will shoot, no questions asked, if they need to. You have to trust them.”

“There is no one I trust with the woman I love more than myself,” I spit.

“I understand that, but your plan is a good one. It will work. Be patient just a little longer.”

I hear whispered talking float through the open doorway and into the living room of the penthouse. A moment later, a visibly panicked and shaky Delilah is launched over the threshold, stumbling into the room.

I catch her eyes for a brief second before her attention is stolen by the fight that’s ensued in the hallway. But then she does a double take. This time, as her eyes meet mine, I call out to her, but it’s as though she’s lost all sense of hearing. I’m not even sure she can see straight.

Did he fucking drug her to make her comply?

I remember that she attacked him in the elevator, so that can’t be right.

She’s just deliriously frightened.

The struggle in the hallway continues, and Draven runs out of the room to help contain it.

My sole focus right now is on Delilah.

She begins to fall, so I run to her, catching her in my arms. She looks up at me with a distant stare before her eyes close.

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