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“Drug empire based in Melbourne but reaches out to most states. She tends to leave Sydney alone.”

“Why?”

“I’m guessing Gideon is the cause but we’ll know more when we meet her.”

I turned my head to look at what Caelan was looking at. It was Rudie on the balcony, looking out at the city below us.

“Jumper?” he asked.

“Doubtful, but given her mental health at the moment, possible.”

“Should I?” he asked.

“Be my guest.”

He stood up and headed outside where Rudie spun to talk to him. She may have been a good friend at one point but she had betrayed me with Hendrix. I didn’t trust her and she knew that. Just because she saved us once, didn’t mean she could be one of us.

Though, I could see potential.

I picked up my phone and hit the button on the app Ebony had designed. It was a beacon; one touch and we would know we’d need a secure line to talk. As I waited for her call, I thought back to the days when I lost.

So much had changed.

“Sis,” I heard Chance say from behind me. “What’s new in the criminal world?”

“This and that,” I said, not wanting to involve him in the meeting with Viking. “I do have a wish though.”

“Name it.”

“Find the vault with all the money,” I told him. “We’re in need of a more secure headquarters.”

“We did have one,” he replied. “That you blew up.”

“The chateau was filled with secrets and lies, and bad memories. I want one that’s mine.”

Chance nodded. “You got it.”

I pushed up from my seat and headed into the office for some peace. Tonight was going to be hard enough, meeting a sister I had no idea I’d had, and I needed to be my cool, calm self before I did something stupid like waged war with the cartels.

Chapter Fifteen

Presley

Pierce and Caelan stuck close to me as we enteredInfernoand pushed passed everyone trying to get a drink at the bar. Why there wasn’t another bar I had no idea, this club was always pumping.

Large columns of fire spurt up every now and then, lending to the name of the club, and paintings all around the walls depicted Dante’s Inferno. Dunstan would have had a hand in that, he’d always been a lover of classically written books. Pierce pointed to the upper seating where I could see barely anyone sitting, only one woman.

“I’m going alone,” I told them.

“Presley…”

“I’ll be fine.”

I crossed over the dancefloor, shoving people out of my way and up the stairs. One man stood at the base of the staircase. I didn’t know him which meant he must be one of hers.

He unclicked the rope and let me up. It was ominous feeling so quiet up here when the club was pounding downstairs. It was all about the acoustics as Dunstan once told me. Viking sat with her leg crossed over the other, and she hadn’t acknowledged my presence yet. She kept an eye on the club below.

Suddenly, I was very aware of the dangers of being alone, but York had taught me never to let my guard down.

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