Page 67 of Havoc

“Henny?” I snorted. “That’s feminine.”

We watched on as he awkwardly kissed her on the cheek and told her to sit down.

“Why are we meeting here?” Rudie asked him. “Isn’t this where you conduct your business deals.”

“It is, but it’s also secure.”

“Secure?”

“No one is listening,” he said. “But to be sure, I want you to show me you aren’t wearing a wire.”

“Henny…it’s me.”

“Get those goddamn clothes off or I’ll rip them from you.”

She didn’t move, and I had to give her props for it.

“Should we act?” Lennon asked. “She is one of us.”

“And I need her to prove it. We wait.”

Lennon sighed, but we kept watching in silence. Rudie hadn’t moved a muscle, and I could see the angry tic in Hendrix’s jaw.

“Now!” he yelled. His voice boomed through the small room so much so that the walls shook a little. Rudie stood, shaking with fear, as she slowly took off her top, revealing her lacy blue bra and went to undo her jeans when she stumbled. Hendrix stood up and yanked the fly down, and the material over her butt. He slammed her onto the table so he could remove the rest of the jeans down her legs until she was standing in her blue lace thong that matched her bra, and her heels. Rudie sobbed as he looked her over.

“Good. Now sit.”

Rudie made a move to put her clothes back on, but he slammed his fist down. “Sit down!”

She did, covering herself with her arms.

“You haven’t checked in for a few days, I was worried, babe.”

Rudie looked up at him, a fear in them I’d never seen in her before, not even when I was torturing her with my words.

“He’s never been this brutal to her before,” Lennon said. “Something’s up.”

Hendrix had to have known, if he was doing this to her now, in this shack of a place. Did I make a move and maybe make a mistake, or did I risk it?

“Wait…”

The boys were on edge, they wanted to save her, because she was one of us in their eyes. I wanted to believe it too but I needed proof.

“I’ve been tracking her,” she said, with a broken voice. “Presley…to see what she’s been doing like you asked.”

“And?”

“You never asked me for an update. You forgot about me.”

“No…I would never forget about my little whore. I have to say…that body is amazing. I could never tire of it but alas, deals have had to be made.”

Rudie frowned. “Deals?”

“Yes…I need to overthrow her, and the only way I can is to have someone behind me. Someone scary…”

“Like who?” she asked.

“Cordell Whitmore.”

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