Page 72 of Evil Villain (The Royal Court)

“Hello?” Nathan answered. “Yeah, hey Felicity, what’s going on?” He went silent for a minute and then said, “Oh sure, hang on.” He pulled the phone away from his ear, pressed a button, and set it flat on the counter. “Go ahead.”

“Deon?” Felicity said.

“Hey, mama,” Deon said with a smile. “Miss you already.”

“Same here. I’m not even going to send you this video of Concrete walking in and out of your bedroom looking for you. It’d break your heart,” she said.

Deon frowned. “Yeah, please do not send me that video.”

“What’s going on?” Nathan asked.

“I heard back from Nico,” she said. “With that info about the warehouse you found and the lead we already gave him from the road show, he was able to track down someone quickly. There’s a guy there in Postings, who only goes by ‘T.C.’ and operates out of a night club there called the Black Star Night Club. It’s 21 plus from what I could see online, so I don’t know how you guys will get in, but Nico set up a meeting with him tomorrow night at 9:00 pm.”

“That sounds like a job for…” Sicily stood up off of his stool and put his hands on his hips like a superhero. “Super Sicily!”

“Oh yeah, Sis?” Felicity asked. “Fake IDs fall under your purview, huh?”

“Fake IDs were, like, freshman year,” Sicily replied. “I’ll have ‘em done by morning.”

Felicity laughed. “Nothing like having a shady agent on your side.”

“That’s right,” Sicily said.

Deon chuckled at Sicily. “I missed you, man.”

That seemed to double Sicily’s excitement. “Thanks, man. I missed you too.”

“Well, I’ll text you all the info so you have it in writing, Nathan. Please be careful. You have no idea what you’re walking into. Be smart,” Felicity said. “Deon, don’t tell your dad.”

“I won’t if you won’t,” Deon replied.

“I love you, kid,” Felicity said.

Deon smiled. “Love you too.”

“Bye guys,” Felicity said.

“Bye,” The Royal Court echoed.

Nathan pressed the button to end the phone call and pulled his phone back. “Okay. Well, now we know what’s next. The Black Star Night Club.”

“I’ve heard of that place,” Jaxon said, and it didn’t surprise me at all that he was the one who knew it. “Apparently the security guards there are all cops who are paid to look the other way for the dirty dealings.”

“Have you ever been, Jax?” Colette asked.

“Nah. It’s a little too on the nose for me. A real pop music and tight clothes kind of place,” Jaxon said.

Avery smiled. “Sounds amazing to me.”

“Well, we’ve got a long night ahead of us tomorrow, and Felicity is right, we don’t know what we’re walking into. Some of us have had crazy sleep patterns,” Nathan said, looking at Brayden, Nikita and me specifically. “Some of us have had crazy eating patterns, and we don’t have room for any of that. Eat up, get some rest, and I’ll make sure tomorrow’s meals are protein-packed.”

“Given that it’s a shadier place, do you think we can get our guns in, Jaxon?” Kyle asked.

Deon’s jaw dropped. “Guns?”

I looked sideways at him. “Yeah. You find once you’ve been attacked by grown-ass men you gotta keep yourself armed. We’re all licensed carriers.”

Nathan pointed at Deon. “You will be carrying no guns. You’re in a good spot right now, but you can’t carry on parole. Just let us do the heavy lifting.”

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