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Chapter 292: Not a Drug Dealer

Author: Megan Matthews
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56
My mouth opens, ready to argue it does not involve my brother in drugs, but I catch myself in time. Sadly, not in time to close my mouth before giving myself away. My brother is many things, but after watching his best friend OD at sixteen, he's not a drug runner or seller or pusher or anything like that. In fact, he promised me after being banished to Pelican Bay and the lackluster club, he would work on turning it around to a more legitimate business. There's a very thin line most clubs can walk where they maintain the reputation but can use their services for good.

Okay, I'm not kidding anyone here. It's not good like most people consider. They're not donating teddy bears to the local hospital, but they're not out murdering people. Not all of them. Dominick promised this club was now on the up and up. It's one of the top reasons I agreed to move here. There's no reason someone needs to monitor their activities.

"Harley?" Elliot asks, breaking me out of my thought pattern. "Why w
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