“Yup.”
“Dude, you are so dumb.”
“Don’t I fucking know it.” I stared down the hall until Morgan disappeared and then looked at my little sister. “You hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Let’s get you some food.”
“Chasm,” King called. “A word?”
I turned, and the look on King’s face had me worried. “Pardon!” The kid rushed over. “Both of you, eat,” I said, pointing to the buffet along the side of the room.
Once they moved away, King said, “I want to talk to you and Shame.”
I looked for my brother and when I caught his attention, I motioned for him to meet me back in church. I shut the door behind us and asked, “What’s up?”
“What are you planning to do about Sullivan?”
I looked from Justin to King, who were staring each other down.
“What do you mean? She’s staying here.”
“She’s sixteen.”
“So what?” I asked.
“There is a missing person’s report filed with the police in Indiana,” King pointed out.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“We aren’t sending her back,” Justin said. “I’ll take care of it.”
“How?” King asked.
“That’s not your concern.”
“It is when my fucking club is housing a missing underage girl,” King growled.
“She’s my sister,” I reminded him.
“A sister you knew nothing about until recently.”
I knew he was right. This involved the club, so it involved him. I looked at my brother. “How are you going to fix it?”
My brother looked me in the eye and without missing a beat said, “Get rid of the report and pay off the parents.”
“Jesus Christ,” King cursed as I smiled. “I guess now I know why they call you Shame. You don’t fucking have any.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Zephyr
“I want her found!”
“We’re working on it,” I told the bitch through clenched teeth.
“Work harder. I gave you all a list; so far you haven’t produced a single name on that list. I’ve had to locate them myself.”
