Page 110 of Filthy Few

“Go, brother. I won’t offer you a second chance,” she says firmly.

He may not be wearing his mask but I see how a shadow falls over him and he turns into the monster I first fell for. “This isn’t over,” is all he says before turning to me and holding out his hand. I hesitate looking between him and his sister.

“You loving him is what gave him the courage to break free of the prison he put himself in, don’t turn your back on him now when it counts the most,” Vivi says low enough for only me and three guys around her to hear.

“I won’t turn my back on you,” I promise.

She smiles and nods. “I’m counting on that.” I walk to Vox and place my hand in his. I expect him to wait for the others before leaving but I was wrong. As we walk out of the grand hallwith Thomas’ pleas for the members to reconsider following us, I breathe and for the first time in months I feel like everything is going to be okay.

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Vox

It’s been five weeks since my sister turned my world upside down. I’ve been struggling to come to terms with it but Nova has been by my side the entire time. When we walked out of that fucking hotel, I told her to pick anywhere in the world she wanted to go but of course, she fucking chose Washington DC, knowing her brother would end up here. Unlike her, I haven’t gone to see him once since he was flown here. They put him in a coma to help reduce the swelling on his brain but still, I never visited him.

I can’t.

“Vox, can you come down here?” Kelly calls out. I push back from my desk and decide to finish my college applications later. I know she has been trying to organize a surprise birthday for Nova and no matter how many times she tells her mothershe doesn’t want anything big she refuses to listen. I enter the kitchen of our new home and freeze. Nova, Kelly, my mom and I all got a house together. Our moms thought it best to keep us close. My mom has flown back once to see Vivian, but my sister kicked her out and refused to allow her to stay. That shit has been hard for my mom to deal with but it's not the sight of them that has me stumped.

“Nova is going to kill you both,” I say. My mom waves me off while Kelly snorts. For someone who was drugged and locked away in a padded room she seems to be recovering well, her resilience reminds me of her daughter.

“Hello, Vox,” Olivia says and I shoot her a loaded look and shake my head before turning back to my mom.

“If you think I have a bad fucking temper then you clearly haven’t seen my girlfriend go the fuck off.” The three of them all smile as if Nova’s temper is something to be proud of, it fucking isn’t! She is a crazy fuck that likes to punch me in the balls if I snap at her. I fight to keep the smirk from splaying across my face, my little witch has a wild side and I fucking love it when she loses her shit because that’s when we fuck hard and I get to wear the mask. She loves it when I fuck her with my mask on.

“Ezekiel is being released from the hospital today,” Olivia says. I grit my teeth.

“Vox, Olivia has purchased the house next door,” my mom admits.

“Good, Nova and I are moving out,” I snarl, then turn to leave but Kelly rushes forward and grips my arm, halting my escape.

“Vox?” I reluctantly meet her gaze and the sliver of fear I see etched into her eyes gives me pause. “I know this is hard for you, it’s hard for me too. Nunu has no idea Olivia is moving in next door.”

“You haven’t told her?” I hiss.

She shakes her head. “She spends so much time at the hospital getting to know her brother and avoiding me.” I sigh, Nova has been avoiding Kelly but it isn’t because she is angry at her for not telling her she was adopted, it’s because she feels like shit about what happened to Kelly because of her.

“She doesn’t hate you.”

“I know my daughter, Vox, she has a quick temper and doesn’t trust often or even love easily. The fact you have been given more chances than any proves she may one day forgive me.” I spy Olivia out of the corner of my eye, dropping her gaze to the floor.

“Kelly, she isn’t mad at you she’s mad at herself.”

She reels back. “Why the hell is she mad at herself?”

I smile sadly down at her and place my hands on her shoulders. “She blames herself for what happened to you. She thinks all of this is her fault, you being taken and Waylen dying.” She shakes her head, trying to deny my words but she knows deep inside what I say is the truth. “She is still recovering fromhisdeath.” It still grates on my nerves that she pines after that little fuck but I get it, he was her best friend.

The night Nikoa took her, I went back and exhumed his body, paid off the right people and had him cremated. I gave her the urn the night we fled. She broke down in tears and clutched that thing for hours until I pried it out of her grasp and took her mind off things by making her ride my face until she came screaming my name.

The tattoo of his name and the numbers don’t bother me much anymore since she has a VH tattooed behind her ear. Seeing my initials inked on her forever always gets my pulse racing, knowing she is branded as mine forever.

“What do we do, son?” my mom asks.

“That should be a question you ask me, not him.” We all swing around to see my witch standing in the entryway, clearlyshe came in through the back door. I step away from her mom and raise my hands.

“I had nothing to do with this.” She rolls her eyes, I’ve learned the less I piss her off the more access I get to that pussy and fuck me, living with her and being able to fuck her whenever I want is drug I’ll never give up.

“Nunu, this isn’t what you think.” Her mom tries to calm her but it's useless.

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