"Olivia, wait!" Jude called after Lucky as she ran out the elevator doors.

He wanted to chase after her, explain everything to her, but he knew from experience that after such a crazy day, she needed some time to herself. Plus he had no choice but to deal with Donna.

"Oh Jude, that's so cute," Donna said. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about her, I'm sure you'll tap that ass soon enough. You always do."

Jude gritted his teeth, wishing he wasn't stuck in an elevator alone with her. Every part of him despised Donna. They rode the elevator in an uncomfortable silence until it reached the lobby.

"What are you doing here?" he seethed with anger as he turned back towards Donna.

"I already said, I was worried about Kat."

"I know you, Donna. This has nothing to do with Kat." Jude stared at Donna menacingly. "And how dare you call yourself my wife."

"Why? That's what I am."

"Only because you refuse to sign the papers. We never even lived together."

"Doesn't matter. I won't sign until I get what I deserve," she said.

"You don't deserve anything. You got enough from me when I agreed to sign that shitty contract you drew up."

"Is that why you're on the baby's tour? Did Uncle Richard offer to break your contract? He's become shrewder with age, I see."

"Did I hear my name?" Richard joined them. He looked at Donna with annoyance. "Really, Donna? Why are you here? What do you want?" Richard said.

"I'm worried my client--"

"Shut the fuck up. We all know why you're really here," Richard said. "Now if you don't mind, I have a tour I need to get back on track. Where's Lucky?"

"Donna told her--" Jude began.

"I got it," Richard put his hand up. "You know, Donna, this girl is the real deal. She's talented and much too sweet to have to deal with the likes of you. I did you a favor by putting Kat on the tour. Yes, I wanted eye candy, but I could've gotten that anywhere. Besides, I was wrong about Lucky. She's real, she's not plastic. Women can relate to her and based on what's been going on, plenty of men want her. I don't know what I was thinking."

"You know someone so young needs someone to help her navigate--"

"Donna, let me put this in the simplest way I can for you. Kat is off the tour and Black Dog will never work with you ever again. If you show up anywhere around Lucky, there will be hell to pay."

"But Uncle Richard, how could you? We're family!"

"I could care less that we're related, you've taken advantage of that for far too long and it ends now. You don't care about the artists, you just want their money."

"But--"

"Leave," he growled. "And take that poor excuse of a keyboardist with you."

Donna looked defeated. Jude had never seen her look so lost and vulnerable before. He wanted so badly to feel sorry for her, but he couldn't. He had no compassion for her. She had done nothing but ruin his life since he first met her. Looking at Donna's face, her expertly applied makeup and perfect outfit, he wondered what he ever saw in her. She was proof that he fell in love too easily.

He thought about Lucky and his feelings for her. But were they true? Maybe he blindly loved her just as he did Donna. Regardless, he had too much baggage. Lucky deserved much better than him. Just as Donna deserved whatever she got from Richard.

Richard waited for Donna to walk away before turning to Jude and patting his back.

"You're a good man, Jude," Richard said. "Thanks for taking care of Lucky for me. I knew she couldn't handle the paparazzi just yet. Especially not when they smell fresh blood."

"Yeah well, it wasn't that long ago I had my first run-in with them," Jude said. "They can be brutal when they don't get what they want."

Richard led Jude towards the island-themed bar where they sat on two wicker stools. Tapping the glossy wood of the bar, he got the bartender's attention and ordered two beers.

"You know the paparazzi can dig up anything, right?" Richard asked.

Jude wondered what he was talking about and started thinking about his wild days and all the skeletons in his closet. Richard could be talking about anything.

"What are you getting at, Dick?"

Richard laughed. "Seems your marriage to Donna finally got some attention today when one overzealous reporter wondered where you'd been the past few years. Anyway, it ends up that reporter had a run-in with Donna years ago, and let's just say she'd been waiting for a way to get back at her."

"Spill it already, will you?"

"It seems our Donna tied the knot before you."

"So? I know about that. Some drunken Vegas thing. She said it was annulled."

"It wasn't."

"What? Wait, that means--"

"That your marriage was never legal," Richard said. "It seems she has no idea based on what I heard."

"So…I'm free?"

"Free to do whatever you'd like. And I'd like to talk to you about a little business venture I think you'll be interested in."

* * *

After his impromptu meeting with Richard, Jude rode the elevator to the floor the band's rooms were on. As he got off the elevator, he passed Donna, who walked ahead of a tear-stained Kat. He didn't even bother to acknowledge them. He needed to check on Lucky.

As he knocked on Lucky's door, he heard voices coming from inside her room. Jordan opened the door and slipped out, moving the lock hinge so it held the door open.

"She doesn't want to talk to you and frankly, I don't blame her," Jordan said.

"I need to explain. It's not what it looks like."

"You know you say that a lot, Jude, but sometimes if it walks and talks like a duck, it really is a duck."

He had no argument. Wasting his time arguing with Jordan was low on his list. Lucky would have to talk to him eventually. He'd make sure of it.