Page 29 of Filthy Few

“What are you doing here?” I grit out and clench my fists at my sides. He pushes off the side of the house and takes a hit from his blunt as he runs his gaze over me and shakes his head.

“I was going to ask you the same question.” The anger is clear in his tone and eyes.

“My job.”

“Is that what she is? A job?” he pushes.

“Yes,” I grit out through clenched teeth. I pull my mask off and meet his angry glare with one of my own. “Why the fuck are you spying on me?”

“Because we had a meeting to attend tonight, you didn’t show and I took a gamble, turns out I was right.”

My nostrils flare in indignation. “So what?”

“She is a job!” he seethes. “We force the favor and she pays the debt. Your feelings mean nothing when the majority votes. I want the answers she has and that is all there is to it. I don’t give a fuck what your cock wants, this is about all of us?—”

“I know!” I roar, then cringe and quickly peer over my shoulder to make sure she didn’t hear that and come to investigate.

“Do you?” he snarls as he closes the space between us and gets right up in my face.

“Don’t fucking push me,” I snarl as I shoulder past him.

“The hunt is back on, she is fair game,” he calls after me. I say nothing, knowing if I do I will show my cards. He may be my brother but that doesn’t mean he won’t kill her just to teach me a lesson. “She has three days to ask or we’re taking it from her.” I still mid step and take a deep breath, everything he says is right. She is the first chance we have of finally getting the upper hand. With her information we could finally stop all of this and end theFilthy Few. There would be no more need to lurk in the shadows and hide who we are.

“Be ready, she will ask the favor tomorrow and pay the price like all the others.” I can hear the bitterness in my own tone and I hate it, feelings aren’t something I am accustomed to and I don’t fucking like them.

Chapter Nineteen

Nova

Waylen whistles and claps as I descend the stairs in my dress. He looks handsome with his curly hair tamed with product and his face clean shaven. I stole a tux from Nexus’ closet for him and he fills it out better than that snake ever could. I found a black dress when I went with Vivian, it's a simple black silk gown with an open back and crisscross straps in the back, exposing a lot more skin than I normally do. The front has a plunging neckline, exposing the sides of my ample chest.

“You look fucking beautiful, babe,” Waylen says as he meets me at the base of the steps and places a kiss to my cheek. I smile up at my best friend and my heart swells, I wouldn’t be where I am today without him or Mom. Waylen is my rock and my partner in crime. He smirks and pushes my long raven hair over my shoulder. I chose to wear it straight and left it loose tonight.My makeup is simple and just enough to add some color to my cheeks and a bit of mascara to make my eyes pop but nothing too serious.

“You don’t clean up too bad yourself.” He laughs and steps back, turning a circle for me to take him in. It’s true, he looks fucking beautiful. Waylen isn’t like most guys who know they look hot. He really doesn’t see his own beauty and that just adds to his sexiness. Unfortunately for me, I may be able to appreciate his beauty but it doesn’t get my libido ticking.

He offers me his arm and I take it as he leads us out the front door to my car. Unlike all the other kids who I’m sure will be arriving in a limo, I chose to drive us. Mom did offer to spring for a limo saying Thomas wouldn’t mind but I declined, taking anything from him feels… wrong right now. I’m anxious for her to get home tomorrow, I just need her close so if this shit does go wrong at least she is close and safe.

As we cross the drive I come to a halt at the sound of Vivian calling out my name. I turn around and smile at the beauty rushing toward me in her yellow gown. She looks fucking radiant. Her long train trails behind her, her black hair is done up in some fancy updo with a few curls loose that frame her face. Her blue eyes are alight with happiness when she comes to a stop before us. She looks us both over, smiling her approval.

“You both look edible!” Waylen and I both laugh.

“You look gorgeous,” Way says kindly.

“And you look like you’re going to need a new set of fucking teeth.” I dart my gaze over Vivi’s shoulder to see Vox, Ezekiel, Hayze and Archer standing there, glaring at my best friend. Vivian steps to the side and instantly Vox’s gaze cuts to me. I fight the urge to fidget under the pressure of his perusal of me. I watch him swallow and immediately heat internally when his gaze meets mine and I see lust in the depths of his blue eyes. Vox in his daily clothes is hot but Vox Hatchett in a tux with histattoos peeking out of the collar and his inked hands on display is a fucking weapon.

“Calm down, man, it was a compliment,” Waylen says, breaking the spell I was under. Vox shakes his head and masks his emotions as he turns his focus back to Waylen. He opens his mouth to say something but snaps it closed when two women dart in front of them and come toward us. I know one of them is Vox and Vivian’s mom, Jane, but I have no idea who the other woman is. She is clutching Mrs. Hatchett’s arm like it’s a life line, her eyes are filled with tears. I look to either side of me to find both my friends look just as confused as me. Vox and the other’s creep forward as the women come to a halt before me.

“Are you okay?” I ask the woman, she sniffs and smiles nodding her head.

“I’m Olivia… Tempest.” My brows furrow. I cut a glance to Ezekiel who is standing stoically behind the woman, looking uneasy. I turn back to the woman and smile.

“I’m Nova and this is my friend Waylen.” The woman nods but doesn’t take her eyes off me.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Nova,” she whispers as more tears cloud her eyes. I cock my head to the side feeling awkward.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask.

She nods and quickly wipes her eyes, she tries to hide her tears but fails. “You must take some photos,” she says, trying to sound cheerful.

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