Page 2 of Forever Filthy

He smirks and nods. “Stephanie Jones, Jimmy’s wife is one of the hardest women to ever get to crack a smile or even hold her interest for more than a second but tonight, when thosedoors opened, I never saw the smile fall once on her face and she was one of the first people to follow our hostess.”

I search his eyes trying to detect any lies but I see nothing but the truth. “Do you think The Brotherhood will be pleased?”

He nods eagerly. “Yes, I think you have certainly won most of them over with this venture.”

“Most?”

His face falls. “Lor–Vivian, you have to understand that these men are hard-headed. No matter what you do, some of them will never be okay with a woman leading them. They see women as an accessory and nothing more.” I clench my fists at my sides and bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep my retort inside, these fuckers still think women are to be seen and not heard. Well newsflash for these cocksuckers, I’m the boss and they had better get used to being beneath me.

I allow David to lead me through the doors, and the two guards who man the entrance pull them closed after we enter. The walls are covered in silk drapes, and the color theme in here is the same as out front but somehow, it seems different. It feels… darker and more sinister. I smile at each of the girls as we pass them, they all wear different types of lingerie and some have even dressed for role play, school girls, teachers, nuns, you name it and Lividica has it. Most of the men are already seated around the tables in the main lounge room with girls in their laps.

I see the wives or dates of these pigs standing off to the side. David follows my gaze, then gives me a gentle nudge. I take a deep breath then lock eyes with Tatum Lawson, the manager I hired to run all things Lividica. She nods then steps out from behind the bar, unlike the other women who work here Tate dresses in a pair of black slacks and a white blouse. The girl is effortlessly beautiful, her long blonde hair is out and curled, her makeup is minimal but enough to make her blue eyes pop. Themen all turn their attention to the blonde goddess. Unlike me, Tate doesn’t falter under the pressure of their gazes, she lifts her chin and shows them she is not someone to be fucked with.

“Ladies, why don’t you allow Andre to show you to thewomen’sden where all fantasies and desires are met and brought to life in a single night? Allow them to give you the gift of something unholy.” The ladies cheeks all tinge pink and some even shake their heads and wave away the offer but it's their eyes and the intrigue in them that give them away. Their curiosity is peaked, they want the fantasy Tate has promised. They all want to be worshiped by a man who will ensure they are pleased and will make it their life mission to make sure they come before they do.

When a woman shoots her husband a look asking for guidance, he waves her away, unbothered by the fact she is about to be brought into a separate room that is filled with men dressed forthem. Unlike men, women will have a separate entrance into here. Women are more discreet with their desires and wants so I wanted to make sure that we not only catered to the carnal needs of the men but also to the women. I want them to frequent Lividica and tell other women about it, unlike men. You can guarantee that women will talk and spread the word discreetly if they are satisfied.

Tate motions for Andre, who is dressed in a suit, to lead the ladies down another corridor and into their section where their husbands can’t get to them. The only people with keys to that back half are Tate and Andre, not even I have a key to that room with me tonight. It not only protects the men who work for me but, if a husband were to discover his wife’s affair, also protects the identities of the men and women who visit.

Before the night can carry on and the men take the girls off into the rooms allocated to each girl, David steps forward and nods for Tate to silence the music and brighten the lights.Grumbles sound out around the room but quickly stop when David clears his throat and draws all eyes to him.

“This better be good, I have a hot piece of ass here ready to suck my cock,” a ruddy red-haired man with a pot belly shouts out. I keep the disgust from splaying across my face at the sight of the front of his pants tenting. The brunette beside him smiles and pats his chest sexily. Every woman in this room is here of their own free will and knows they can quit or stop any sexual act at any time. My employee's safety is the most important thing to me above all else and I will not allow any of them to be harmed or treated poorly, all for a buck.

“Before the evening's festivities can continue, I believe we all have some business to discuss.” A few rounds of grumbles and boos go around the room but David holds up a hand silencing them all. “If there is no business then there is no pleasure.” The girls instantly stand from the men's laps, the others pull away and move toward Tate who now stands at the back of the room with four guards who are hired to man this section of the hotel only. We have a roster of twenty guards, four in here and four in the ladies section, they change out every six hours with two men always manning the red doors at the front. When the red-haired man from earlier tries to reach for the girl who is at his side, Tate smacks his hand away and glares.

“You may be some big shot out there but in here, I’m the fucking boss,” she snarls, the man turns a shade of red as his anger rises. “You make one wrong move and I will throw your fucking ass out of here and sever your membership.” Her threat meets its mark when the man growls in her face and then waves his hand as if dismissing a dog. I shoot Tate a discreet look that I hope conveys my thanks for her handling that situation, but I can see much like myself she wants to smack that asshole.

“Now, let us establish the rules,” David says. “Your membership covers the cost of admission but not the fee of thegirls. Each of them charges their own fee, which is to be paid before anyone is getting a happy ending.” The firm tone he uses is shocking, I’ve never heard David sound so… dominant. “If any of the girls hit the red buzzer in the room, you will be removed immediately and your membership will be revoked. Before any of you start voicing your disgruntlement, remember that you all have signed NDA’s. If any of you break those terms then you will be hunted and let me assure each of you, my brothers are not the forgiving type and will make sure that the price of your error will cost you your life.” Many of them turn solemn and some of the playfulness has left them as David’s words sink in. “Ladies, would you excuse us for a moment?” All the girls nod their heads and Tate leads them to the back where the locker rooms are.

“Let us get this discussion done before my wife comes back and ruins my fun with that fine piece of ass.” Disgust rolls through me at the councilman’s comment, what he doesn’t realize is his wife would have forgotten all about him and his piggish ways the moment she entered the other section.

“With the new leadership of the Haven Saints, I know there have been some… worries?—”

“With you now leading, there are no issues but when we heard a bitch wanted to be lordess…” The man lets his sentence trail off while the others laugh, some remain silent and say nothing. But I know this man, this is Clive Bruce. He is the district attorney and as dirty as they fucking come. From my understanding he is the very man who made evidence disappear in the Alexander Denver case that may have proven his innocence. Thanks to Clive, we will never know if Alex was ever innocent.

David doesn't falter in his response. “Edmund Tempest decreed nearly twenty-one years ago that a woman would lead the Saints and as one of the founding members, I would have thought you would have supported our previous lordsdeclaration, Clive.” The man himself turns a shade of red as he narrows his eyes on David.

“I respected Edmund and Virgil but both of them were weak, Thomas at least had the balls to do what needed to be done.”

Fuck this!

“My name isn’t Emily,” I announce. The men look at me with irritated looks.

“No one cares, fuck off in the back with the rest of the whores,” Clarence Howard calls out—he’s trying to run for senate.

“You’ll pay for that comment!” David snaps.

Before anyone else can cut in, I push on. “My name is Vivian Tempest and I am the Lordess of the Haven Saints.” Their faces all wear varying looks of shock, outrage and downright hatred. “Tonight was a test, a test most of you failed. I wanted to see how each of you conducted yourselves without knowing who I am. You all disappointed me except for a mere few.”

“You can’t test us?—”

I cut Clive off before the asshole can continue. “Yes the fuck I can and I just did. Now sit your ass down and listen closely because I will not repeat myself, Mr. Bruce.” He shoots me a scathing look but does as he’s told. I run my gaze over all of them, noting how some of them stare at me with respect while others look at me like I am a blow fly they want to squash. “You may not like the title I wear but that’s too fucking bad. I didn’t fuck my way to the top or get handed this role. I fought for it and won as most of the Saints would agree given how I claimed my position on the night of the Saints Ball a year ago. This brotherhood was meant to empower the communities and help our families establish ourselves, but over the past two decades all The Brotherhood has done is take from innocent people to line their own pockets. That shit stops now!”

Chapter Three

Ezekiel

Three weeks later…

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