Page 71 of Injustice and Absolution

“What do you need me to do?” he questions as soon as the call connects.

“Do you have any connections in or around Harrisburg we can probe for information?”

“My cousin lives up that way. He’s been running around the city his whole life. I can ask him if he knows Drew.”

“Do that, and let me know as soon as you find out. I’ll start with a simple search online and see how much I can find out about him that way.”

“Will do,” he answers, cutting the call.

As I pull up my internet browser and type “Drew Sullivan Harrisburg” into the search engine, I question why I haven’t done this before today.

The two times that I’ve met him—one time, really—he never gave me pause to think he’d harm Delilah. He only rubbed me the wrong way because he had what I never will.

Regardless of whether or not I’d had a reason to look into him, I should have been more on my game.

I should have been a lot of things where Delilah is concerned, rather than the fucking dickhead I’ve been.

For the millionth time, I curse myself for screwing things up with her at every turn. But a little voice inside of me, the little voice who has tried to turn me away from her since the beginning, reminds me that I never should have put myself in a situation to screw things up in the first place.

Fuck off.I don’t need to hear it right now.

I get two hits from my search. A White Pages listing and a link to the “About” page from a nightclub called Spotlight.

I click on that first.

Immediately, alarm slithers across my skin as I read the banner at the top of the web page.

Harrisburg’s Premiere Gentlemen's Club

Scrolling down the page, I see a paragraph about the club’s history. At the end of it, I read, “For additional inquiries, email Spotlight’s owner Drew Sullivan here,”with “here” linked to an email address.

Wonderful. Delilah’s gone and got herself entangled with the owner of a fucking strip club.

Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of safe clubs out there run by decent people. Shit, some of my Royal Bastard brethren own and operate strip clubs. Our chapters in Ankeny, Vegas, Central Texas, and more... They all run them. Nothing wrong with that.

But some choose to use their clubs for the purpose of laundering money they receive fromotherbusiness ventures of theirs.

Or for pimping out their girls under the guise of legal behavior.

I have to go by the club. I need to put eyes on her, talk to her, make sure she’s okay.

I know what I told Maggie. To play it cool and pretend like she still doesn’t have knowledge of the changes in Delilah’s life, but I can’t just sit around and hope she’s safe.

I need to ensure it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

ROYCE

Sitting in front of the club as Draven and Saxon search inside for Delilah is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.

It should be me going in there to check on her, but if Drew has her somewhere and he sees me poking around, it could be dangerous for her.

I even demanded they leave their cuts behind with me, something weneverdo, so Drew wouldn’t recognize them and put two and two together before they have a chance to lock eyes on her.

My phone vibrates, and I open the message from Draven immediately.

She’s here.

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