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“Hendrix doesn’t have a kid.”

“Why do you think he sent you on those errands so often?” I asked her. “Because he was seeing her. She wasn’t a maid, that apartment was filthy, and you know that.”

Tears ran down Rudie’s cheeks, and her black eyeliner was smudging causing a raccoon look. “Why are you lying to me?”

Presley chuckled. “The funny thing is, Rudie, this isn’t a lie and the fact you can’t see it is undeniably funny. Hendrix doesn’t love you so why do you remain loyal to him?”

“You don’t know what love is,” Rudie spat at her. “You are a monster.”

Presley shrugged. “Cut from the same cloth as Hendrix. The one man who didn’t want to marry you or have your kids because he was too busy off fucking other women and getting them pregnant.”

“Lies.”

This time, I knelt beside her, putting my hand on her hands and tilting her chin up to watch the video. “This isn’t a lie and you know it. That video was taken two days ago. He brought her with him while you’ve been off doing the dirty work, she’s been reaping all the fun.”

Rudie broke down, her sobs wracking her body uncontrollably.

“Look what he’s done to you, made you into now. He’s used you for years and after all you’ve done for him?” I said to her. “Tell us now where he’s working from and what he’s intends to do.”

Rudie looked up into my eyes, the abysses watery, and I knew we had her. “He’s set up a room at the Park Hyatt for the boys.”

“And what are his plans?” I urged her on.

“He’s meeting with Gideon’s old partners, helping them with connections to win them over. He already has half of them on his side wanting to push Presley off her perch.”

“And which half are they?” Presley asked.

I watched as Rudie told Presley everyone who’s taking sides with Hendrix, against Presley, and I could see a plan forming.

Part of me was fearful for my old friend, and yet another part, had me happy we wouldn’t have this constant threat over our heads anymore.

Chapter Thirteen

Presley

Pierce was heading my way with a list of some sort. I put my whiskey down and took it from him.

“What is this?”

“List of businesses now in league with Hendrix to overthrow you.”

“Perfect. Grab Chance, I want to run through it with him.”

Pierce nodded and headed out of the lounge pit. Hendrix had dug his own grave by doing this, like the snake he was, he was going to have a sticky end. I knew Lennon would probably have an issue with it, being how long he’d been faithful to him so I needed some extra help.

It wasn’t long before he came into the room, hair tussled and his eyes sleepy. “Are you seriously still an afternoon sleeper?”

“Nothing else to do in prison,” he replied. “What’s up?”

“I need your help with something.”

“Such as?”

“Pierce has given me a list of all the businesses turning on me with Hendrix. I want to hit them, one by one, so they know I’m coming.”

“One by one? Not all at once? They’ll prepare for you.”

I shrugged. “Or will they realise after I take out two or three, that fighting me is futile?”

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