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Rudy’s gut.
“Piper Mackay, from Somerset, Kentucky.” The words were a harsh rasp of anger from
a man who rarely allowed himself to show any emotion. “The investigation I did on
the family after Marlena’s disappearance says she’s James ‘Dawg’ Mackay’s sister.”
But now, Rudy knew why his son had hesitated to give him the information.
Dawg, Rowdy, and Natches Mackay had not just been instrumental in foiling Marlena
Genoa’s plot to kill John Walker Jr. for breaking their engagement, but had also managed
to kill Gerard Andrews, the sponsor backing her acceptance into the Genoa family.
“Coincidence?” Rudy asked.
“She’s staying at a hotel no more than two blocks from here,” his son answered. “Chester
knows the manager there, from what I’ve gathered.”
Andre didn’t confirm or deny the theory of coincidence, though Rudy knew he didn’t
believe in such a thing. Rudy believed, though. He’d seen far stranger occurrences
in his lifetime that could be explained no other way.
“This is a complication.” Rudy sighed, turning back to glower at Chester. “Why is
she here, in the city?”
“According to our contact at the hotel, she’s a clothing designer. She was here for
a meeting with a backer,” his son informed him as Rudy stared at Chester, his eyes
narrowed with a fury he found hard to control. “Getting into her room won’t be a problem.
Once I get in, I’ll restrain her and reacquire our property. That should be the end
of it.”
“Take two men with you,” Rudy ordered as he glanced at the brute standing behind Chester.
“Send them in. This is a matter you oversee, not one you do yourself.”
The boy had a tendency to micromanage shit.
“I’ll take care of it,” Andre promised, and Rudy knew he could depend on him. Of all
the men he commanded, it was Andre he trusted above all others to ensure the job was
taken care of quickly and correctly.
“Very well.” Rudy sighed. “And, Andre, don’t let your men kill the girl. Make it look
like a random burglary. We don’t need the Mackays and their government sidekicks in
our town.”
“Agreed.” Andre nodded shortly before turning and leaving the room once again.
Rudy turned back to Chester.
“See, it wasn’t my fault, Rudy. It was that girl you hired. She let the car out and
I told her not to,” Chester whined. “You don’t have to kill me.”
“True,” Rudy agreed, ignoring the hope that suddenly filled his third cousin’s abused
features. “This is very true.”
The girl was Rudy’s illegitimate daughter. She was his favorite child, and this incompetent
fool thought to place the blame on her? The poor bastard had just signed his own death
warrant.
His gaze flicked to the heavily muscled ex-boxer, the Brute, as Rudy called him, standing
behind the other man. The one whose fists had made hamburger out of Chester’s face
earlier.
The large head nodded as the ex-boxer, Jones Morley, read the silent look in Rudy’s
eyes. The weapon he carried with its silencer attached came up as Rudy moved away
from the other man.
A second later, a heavy pop sounded behind him, and Rudy knew he would never have
to worry about Chester screwing up again.
The nerve of him anyway, blaming an innocent child for a mistake that should have
never happened.
“I hardly think my precious little Asta was at fault in the least,” he said as Jones
followed him from the room. “What do you think?”
“Asta’s no dummy,” the other man stated, bringing a glow of pride rushing through
Rudy. “I kind of doubt she would have rented the vehicle if she was told specifically
not to do so.”
Moving ahead of him, Jones quickly opened the door leading from the office and stood
back as Rudy stepped through.
“Get rid of the body,” Rudy ordered the two men waiting outside. “Then return to the
house.”
Striding from the office, Rudy left the building and walked
“Piper Mackay, from Somerset, Kentucky.” The words were a harsh rasp of anger from
a man who rarely allowed himself to show any emotion. “The investigation I did on
the family after Marlena’s disappearance says she’s James ‘Dawg’ Mackay’s sister.”
But now, Rudy knew why his son had hesitated to give him the information.
Dawg, Rowdy, and Natches Mackay had not just been instrumental in foiling Marlena
Genoa’s plot to kill John Walker Jr. for breaking their engagement, but had also managed
to kill Gerard Andrews, the sponsor backing her acceptance into the Genoa family.
“Coincidence?” Rudy asked.
“She’s staying at a hotel no more than two blocks from here,” his son answered. “Chester
knows the manager there, from what I’ve gathered.”
Andre didn’t confirm or deny the theory of coincidence, though Rudy knew he didn’t
believe in such a thing. Rudy believed, though. He’d seen far stranger occurrences
in his lifetime that could be explained no other way.
“This is a complication.” Rudy sighed, turning back to glower at Chester. “Why is
she here, in the city?”
“According to our contact at the hotel, she’s a clothing designer. She was here for
a meeting with a backer,” his son informed him as Rudy stared at Chester, his eyes
narrowed with a fury he found hard to control. “Getting into her room won’t be a problem.
Once I get in, I’ll restrain her and reacquire our property. That should be the end
of it.”
“Take two men with you,” Rudy ordered as he glanced at the brute standing behind Chester.
“Send them in. This is a matter you oversee, not one you do yourself.”
The boy had a tendency to micromanage shit.
“I’ll take care of it,” Andre promised, and Rudy knew he could depend on him. Of all
the men he commanded, it was Andre he trusted above all others to ensure the job was
taken care of quickly and correctly.
“Very well.” Rudy sighed. “And, Andre, don’t let your men kill the girl. Make it look
like a random burglary. We don’t need the Mackays and their government sidekicks in
our town.”
“Agreed.” Andre nodded shortly before turning and leaving the room once again.
Rudy turned back to Chester.
“See, it wasn’t my fault, Rudy. It was that girl you hired. She let the car out and
I told her not to,” Chester whined. “You don’t have to kill me.”
“True,” Rudy agreed, ignoring the hope that suddenly filled his third cousin’s abused
features. “This is very true.”
The girl was Rudy’s illegitimate daughter. She was his favorite child, and this incompetent
fool thought to place the blame on her? The poor bastard had just signed his own death
warrant.
His gaze flicked to the heavily muscled ex-boxer, the Brute, as Rudy called him, standing
behind the other man. The one whose fists had made hamburger out of Chester’s face
earlier.
The large head nodded as the ex-boxer, Jones Morley, read the silent look in Rudy’s
eyes. The weapon he carried with its silencer attached came up as Rudy moved away
from the other man.
A second later, a heavy pop sounded behind him, and Rudy knew he would never have
to worry about Chester screwing up again.
The nerve of him anyway, blaming an innocent child for a mistake that should have
never happened.
“I hardly think my precious little Asta was at fault in the least,” he said as Jones
followed him from the room. “What do you think?”
“Asta’s no dummy,” the other man stated, bringing a glow of pride rushing through
Rudy. “I kind of doubt she would have rented the vehicle if she was told specifically
not to do so.”
Moving ahead of him, Jones quickly opened the door leading from the office and stood
back as Rudy stepped through.
“Get rid of the body,” Rudy ordered the two men waiting outside. “Then return to the
house.”
Striding from the office, Rudy left the building and walked
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