Page 83 of Injustice and Absolution

When we spoke at his clubhouse, he mentioned some of his methods needed to remain secretive. However, he assured me there isn’t anything he can’t hack. His superior talents have garnered attention from many different powerful organizations—including the United States Federal Government—all with the desire of adding him to their payroll.

Knowing he’s the best in the business, I have to be content with the fact that he’s raised more questions than he’s answered. I believe he can find the information I need.

“And the club?” I prompt Cyber to continue.

“No incidents cited. The only thing remotely interesting is the mysterious death of the club’s previous owner five years ago.”

Could be anything, but what if Drew was involved in some way?

“I’m going to look into that further. The case has been sealed by the Dauphin County Sheriff’s Office, so it will take a little more time to break into. Something feels off about it. I’ll send you a link to the news article I found so you can see for yourself.”

“Yeah, I’d like to take a look at that. Thanks, Cyber. I appreciate your help.”

“No problem. I’ll keep you posted,” he answers before the line goes dead.

Mysterious death, huh, Drew?

Could you have had a hand in it?

Is that how you became the owner at such a young age?

And what the hell were you up to before your eighteenth birthday?

What happened in your past that you’re so desperate to hide from?

Before I drown in unanswered questions, my phone vibrates again. This time with a text notification from Draven.

JD said the Krymson Destroyers agreed to meet with us.

A wave of relief hits me at the news.

Great. When?

Tomorrow. 8 PM at the abandoned warehouse in the old part of the industrial section of Alcott. He sent me the address.

I want everyone there. All of the officers and a couple of lower-level members as well. Give the order.

Consider it done.

I lock my phone screen then shove it back into my pocket, once again assessing the pile of stone in front of me. Rolling my eyes and shaking my head, I let out an exaggerated sigh. I need to figure out something else to occupy my time until tomorrow night.

Pivoting, I walk toward our showroom which is bustling with customers. Pushing past them, I enter my office and shut the door.

I pull my phone from my pocket again, tossing it onto my desk, then I take a seat in my chair. Rubbing my eyes, I groan and find myself wondering what Delilah is doing right now.

How was the rest of her night?

The way her words cut through me... I knew they were filled with genuine emotion. But did Drew buy it? She’s always been quick on her toes when it comes to covering up the truth or needing an excuse to keep her from getting into trouble.

It's survival 101.

Ihadher. I know if that bastard hadn’t interrupted us, she’d be here with me right now, and this headache would be over.

Right?

Or did she use her survival instincts to finally sever her ties to me?

Am I the asshole?

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