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Being the blood of a fallen king doesn’t qualify you for immunity, so truth and honor is all you have left.
“Bishop blood again.” Libby releases my hand and walks a slow lap in front of the bed. “It continues to come back to Bishop blood. He said he was forced into this war two decades ago.” She stops and looks to me. “Same as the rest of us. We were all just kids then.”
“Could be Frankston?” I ponder. I look from one face to the next as they all stop and look up at me. “Frankston was in that club that day. He and Tate are the only men left alive.”
“Both in prison,” Lib presses.
“Yes, but you’ve been on Tate this whole time. I suppose it could be him, but he knows you’re close. Whereas Frankston has been locked away separately. Could be him?”
“He’s still locked up,” Soph reads straight from her computer screen. “He has the basic commissary balance. No jobs for extra cash. He tried the laundry for a bit, but other dudes kept fucking him up, so they yanked him.”
I push my hands into my hair, but stop and look to Soph. “Fucking him up?”
She grins. “He was stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. Often. And mostly against his wishes.”
“No sympathy from me.” I drop my hands. “Okay, so maybe not Frankston. He doesn’t control anything anymore, and he’s still in.”
“Has anyone ever checked out where the sour-sisters are?” Lib’s eyes flicker between mine. “We don’tknowthis is a dude, right? Could be them.”
Soph turns to us. “Sour-sisters?”
“Stella and Zoey Slutface,” I answer. “Sisters, bitches, and bullies.”
Soph laughs. “Tell me how you really feel, Griffin. And while you’re at it, perhaps give me their real names? ‘Slutface’ isn’t popping.”
“Stella and Zoey Hayes,” Lib inserts. “They spent a lot of time hanging out at a college over the years, though I doubt they went to a single class.”
“Distributors?”
Lib nods. “I know they were mooching off Hayes money up until Kane took Hayes out. I never really thought to check in after that. They just weren’t a part of my world anymore, and I didn’t wanna revisit.”
“It’s okay.” I walk away from Soph and pull Lib into my arms. This room is packed with everyone but Spence, and that means we get zero privacy as I press my lips to the soft skin behind her ear. “It’s okay. You don’t have to go back there. That’s not your responsibility.”
“Looks like they’re hooking somewhere in AC.”
“Hooking?” Jay asks Soph. “Really?”
“Records say they’re working at the casino. They serve rich folks their drinks, but I’m gonna use my creative brain and read between the lines.”
“High-end escorts.” Lib pulls out of my arms and turns to Soph. “I know we’re here to work, and not to let our feelings get in the way, but it makes me happy they’re selling their bodies for rent money. It kinda makes us all feel a little better, right? The irony is beautiful.”
“Nobody said we’re not allowed to have feelings here, Chick Cop.” Jay zips up his duffel and tosses it onto the bed behind us. “Bitches can have saggy old dudes rub themselves all over them. It feels good knowing they’re not living it up now, while those they hurt are dead or suffering.”
“They’ve had a week off here and there this past year,” Soph says. “But nothing extravagant. No flights, no credit card purchases. They’re living a modest life now that their daddy has bit it.”
“Score one for Kane. He took that motherfucker out.”
“It saysI’ve never hurt yours, but yours have hurt mine.” Soph’s eyes meet ours. “I guess Kane taking out Hayes qualifies for that, right?”
“Not quite,” I argue. “A Bishop took out a Hayes, but it’s not like a Hayes never hurt a Bishop.” I turn to Jay. “Wanna show us that scar on your forehead again? Because that bullet came from Hayes’ smoking barrel, no?”
“It did.” He brings a hand up and rolls his bottom lip between his thumb and finger. “But do we take that email for what it says; they’ve never hurt ours? Because everyone thinks they’re the good guy in their own story. So maybe they’re telling the truth and theirs really didn’t hurt ours, or maybe this fucker just has a victim mentality and won’t ever tell the real truth.”
Romeo walks into the room and folds his arms. “We treat this like a threat on our lives. He says he’s willing to talk, so let’s organize the meet. We say where, we say when. We set it up so we’re in complete control, and we get this shit taken care of.”
“Sophia!” Spence steamrolls out of his room and makes the walls rattle when he slams his door. “Finish this! I need to go home.”
Soph rolls her eyes and turns away. “Yeah, you already said that.”
