Page 53 of Filthy Few

That was just the beginning. Confess to your crimes and it will all stop.

“He’s doing what theFilthy Feware. He’s trying to take down Thomas,” she says aloud as she goes for the next letter.

Valerian,

I know you have her.

Hurt a single fucking hair on her head and I’ll slit your son’s throat.

Release her and my niece and no harm will befall your heir.

I’ll burn that fucking place down to free Kelly if I have to.

Keep playing and I’ll kill you all.

She snaps her gaze to me, her eyes are wide with fright. “He knew about my mom. He was watching them the whole time they were out of town. He knows where she is, Vox!”

“We don’t know that?—”

“I know he does,” she says, cutting me off as she reaches for the last letter—this one is going to be hard for her to read.

Valerian,

This is the last warning.

I have her, release my niece and we’ll end this.

Keep holding her hostage and you’ll force my hand.

You have two weeks before I expose the Saints and come for what is mine.

She will never marry your bastard, her blood is too pure for that mutt.

Fall back or you’ll be burned.

The letter drops from her hold, she sits beside me stiff and unmoving. I grab her and lift her so she is straddling my lap. I run my hands up and down her bare legs waiting for her to process everything she has just read. When I read that letter I knew who theshewas he was referring to and so does Nova.

“Why would he give those to you?” she whispers.

“He has no idea we know about your mom, he thinks we don’t know anything. Whatever this guy is doing is making Thomas careless and he isn’t thinking clearly. He’s making mistakes and the Saints are starting to notice it.”

“Why can’t you just go to the police or the FBI?”

“Half of the cops are with the Saints and the director of the FBI has been a long time member himself. You need to understand that the Haven Saints reach is further than whatyou can comprehend. Speaking a word about them or trying to expose them means certain death.”

“Death?” The horror in her tone is clear.

“Yeah.”

“Why the fuck are you, Ezekiel, Hayze and Archer doing this then?” I debate telling her the truth. “Don’t lie to me, I have a right to know.” She reaches out and rests her forearms on my shoulders. I narrow my eyes in warning.

“If you plan to try and fuck the answer out of me, then you better be prepared to be fucking all night, witch.”

She rolls her eyes. “Who said I was planning on using sex as a way to get the answer you want to tell me anyway?”

“Good try,” I say as I grip her waist and press forward so we are chest to chest. “The fact your pussy is wet for me gave it away.” Her jaw unhinges.

“How the hell could you possibly know that?”

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