Page 128 of Injustice and Absolution

“Okay, I’ll send the text.”

Pulling out my burner phone, I shoot off a text to Drew to let him know I’ve changed the location for tonight.

New location. Meet at the PH of The Jones Webster Hotel. Same time.

Seeing as they’re due to meet us in an hour, I’m hoping it will shake him up a little. Knock him off his game. And if he had anyone combing the previous meeting location—likeIwould have—there won’t be anyone there for them to find.

JD works as a sous-chef here. It’s one of the most expensive hotels in the city. Draven contacted him earlier in the week to see if he’d be able to help us with our plan. Not only did he agree, but he said the owner of the hotel owed him.

He didn’t go into details, but apparently, he caught the owner in a bit of a sticky situation last year and helped him out of it. Once he heard that Delilah was involved in all of this, he was happy to cash in on the favor.

As I wait for a response, I look up to see Reaper and Crusher of the Krymson Destroyers enter the living room of the suite. I needed two large men to place outside of the penthouse but couldn’t use any of the Bastards as Delilah would recognize them. Drew too, possibly.

These two most certainly fit the bill. They’re threatening enough in their leather and denim, but the terror they command makes even the expensive suits I purchased for them to wear look menacing.

I nod, once again showing them my appreciation for their assistance. There’s a long list of favors we’ll owe their club when this nightmare is over, but it will be worth it.

It was agonizing, having to wait all week, knowing what Delilah could be going through while we put my plan into action. But I couldn’t risk going to the club or to his house, guns blazing, unsure of the kind of man- and firepower Drew had with them.

I couldn’t chance Delilah getting fatally injured. I wouldn’t survive it.

When I told Draven what I’d done, how I’d spent the club’s money, he assured me every penny was worth getting her back, then he immediately jumped into action to help me carry our plan out. He also kept a tight fucking leash on my ass to make sure I didn’t jump the gun and ruin everything.

Maggie got wind of what was happening and was dead set on helping us. Not wanting her anywhere near the action, I tasked her with going out to buy Delilah some new bedroom furniture, a new wardrobe, and any other essentials girls need—that I’m sure I never would have thought of—so she wouldn’t want for anything once I got her home.

I had Ronin and Rocco with her, all week long, to help.

And to keep an eye on her.

She feels just as guilty as I do that Delilah ended up in this predicament. But it's not her fault. She wanted to push harder to get Delilah to stay. She tried to get me to do the same, but I refused.

She’s been mad at me ever since, but that’s nothing new. However, I’m not looking forward to the fallout that will occur once she finds out how Delilah and I feel about one another.

That is, if Delilah still feels the same for me when all of this is over. I damn well could have ruined it all.

My phone vibrates in my hand, and I look to find a curt response from Drew awaiting me.

Fine.

I can’t fucking wait to get my hands on this motherfucker.

“All set?” Draven checks in when he sees me read the message.

I nod to him.

“Now we wait,” he responds.

Yes, now we wait.

And then we fucking strike.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

ROYCE

At 7:54, I get a text from Saxon, who is stationed inside of the bar across the street from the hotel.

They just pulled up.

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