Page 31 of Keegan's Promise

She’ll never be scared and alone again. She’ll never go through shit alone ever again. I don’t care what it takes to make it happen; she won’t know hell ever again.

“What else do you need to know?” I growl at Dillon.

“Can you tell me anything about your time there? Anything you may have seen or heard?”

She thinks about it for a minute. “I didn’t see much, but I heard plenty. I know Garrick and the MC get new drug shipments on the last Wednesday of the month. They pick up drug money from their dealers on the second and fourth Thursday of the month.” She swallows hard, her throat working. “And they send women to a club in Dallas to sell them.”

“A club? Like another MC?” Dillon asks.

“No, like a nightclub. They have a-auction nights.”

“Do you know where the club is?”

She shakes her head. “But I heard two of my guards talking about it one day. They were l-laughing about it being out in the open, and no one knowing what really went on after last call. Said the people who came to watch the girls dance were clueless.”

“A strip club?” Dillon asks.

“Sounds like it,” Jude growls. “Shouldn’t be that goddamn hard to hunt down a club with MC ties. There aren’t that many strip clubs in Dallas to begin with.”

“When were the auction nights?”

“I don’t think they were on a specific day,” she says. “I…I think every five or six months, maybe? There was one right before I escaped.”

My stomach sinks. That was five months ago. If they only hold them every few months, they’ll be holding another one soon.

Dillon seems to have the same realization because he glances at Jude. “Ask Finn to start prying into the records of every club in Dallas for me. And into Garrick’s background. I want to know every business he’s associated with, and I want to know yesterday.”

“Might ask Ryker Montgomery to help,” Jude says. “He still has federal connections. It’ll speed up the search, maybe get you guys in before…”

Dillon jerks his chin in a nod, his eyes running over Landry again before he reaches for the recorder, turning it off. “I think that’s enough for today.”

“We’re done?” she asks hopefully.

“Yeah, sweetness,” I murmur. “You’re done.”

She slumps against me, burying her face against Lily.

I meet Dillon’s gaze. “She gave you more than enough to bury those motherfuckers,” I say as calmly as possible. “She’s done answering questions about them now. We aren’t putting her through this shit again.”

“Understood,” Dillon says, his expression soft as he glances at her. She shakes in my arms as she cradles Lily like we’re the only things holding her broken pieces together. “You focus on your family. I’ll handle this shit.”

“Just fucking promise me that you’ll handle it,” I growl. “Her prick of an uncle, too. Because if they come anywhere near her or our daughter, I won’t stop to ask questions before I pull the fucking trigger.”

Dillon’s gaze hardens as he hauls himself to his feet. “I’ll help you bury the bodies if that happens.”

“It better not.”

“It won’t.” He shoves the recorder into his pocket and then sighs. “Give me a few days to get shit together. In the meantime, keep her close. Keep Giant with her.”

“That’s the plan.”

Right now, it’s the only goddamn plan that matters.

“I’ll walk you out,” Jude says, hauling himself to his feet as Dillon turns toward the door. He shoots me a glance, silently letting me know that he’s trying to give us a little privacy, and then he strides out with Dillon, both of them murmuring quietly.

I haul Landry and Lily onto my lap, wrapping myself around them. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Landry baby,” I whisper against her skin, holding them close to my heart. “You did so good.”

“I d-don’t want to talk about it anymore, Keegan,” she says, her voice shaking. “I don’t want to think about it or relive it. I just want to be free.” She rests her head against me with a sigh. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

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