Page 21 of Forever Filthy

Vivian

I slowly blink my eyes open and just lay here staring up at the ceiling. The sun hasn’t even risen yet but I’m wide awake and know I need to get out of here and get my head back in the game. I slowly sit up and try to be as quiet as I can. I look around and can’t help but smile at the sight of Archer slumped in the single seater. I look to the other side and my heart melts at the sight of Hayze curled up on the sofa with a smile on his face even as he sleeps. I drop my gaze to the ground and my whole body tenses at the sight of Ezekiel sleeping on the floor beside the sofa I passed out on. But it’s not the sight of him on the ground, it's the gun resting beside him that has my breath hitching.

Ezekiel Tempest has always been the one with his guard up, much like my twin. Ez doesn’t smile freely like Hayze. Archermay be wound tight but even he can let loose and relax. Last night was the first time I have ever seen Ez so unguarded and not walled off. He let me see the real him, they all did and that makes leaving them so much fucking harder. I slowly stand and tip toe over Ezekiel. I snatch one of their discarded shirts off the floor and snag Archer’s shorts as well. I quickly pull them on and tie the pants to keep them from falling down. My hair is a tangled mess so I just pile it on top of my head and rock the messy bun look.

As I make my way toward the front door, I pause just to take one last look at them. The three of them are such polar opposites but yet somehow, they have forged a bond that will surpass the test of time. They are brothers in every sense of the word. I never thought any of them would ever bat an eye at me, they are gods amongst us but yet, the three of them wantme!

I had all three of them inside me!

I can still feel the ghost of their cocks. I’m sore but in the most delicious way. I give myself a minute to dream about what it would be like to wake up to the three of them every morning. I know it’s not conventional but fuck, I want that life. I sigh, then turn and flee. I need to finish what I started back home so I can have a chance at discovering if this is something that we could really have or was it a one-time deal?

I quietly open the door and close it behind me, smiling when I don’t hear them coming after me. I turn around and the smile instantly vanishes from my face at the sight of my brother leaning against his favorite car. That Hellcat and his Challenger Demon were the loves of his life until he met Nova. I dart my gaze around, trying to find an escape but grit my teeth because I know even if I tried to run he would catch me.

“Don’t run,” he pleads. I swing my gaze back to him and study my twin, he looks the same but different. He stands there with two coffee cups in his signature dark wash jeans, Converseand plain black tee. His hair is a tousled mess and his eyes are bloodshot, he clearly didn’t sleep last night.

“How long have you been here?” I ask as I slowly make my way toward him. His eyes instantly trail down my body, the tight set of his jaw tells me he doesn’t like the sight of me in his friends clothes but tough fucking luck.

“Long enough,” he clips out and hands me a cup. I eye it warily, he rolls his eyes. “It’s a caramel latte with two sugars, full cream and extra chocolate on the top.” I roll my lips over my teeth to keep from smiling. Vox has always hated how I take my coffee but the fact he still remembers my order warms my heart. “Come on, I’ll drive you back to the dorms.” I open my mouth to protest but he holds a hand up, stopping me. “You gave those three a chance, the least you can do is give me one as well.”

My brows raise. “I didn’t give them shit, they kidnapped me!”

He pins me with a deadpan look, then scoffs. “Yeah and you look so distraught about that,” he mocks then climbs inside the car. I growl and stomp my bare foot.

“Fucking asshole,” I mutter as I round the car and climb in beside him. He doesn’t start the car, he just sits there gripping the wheel and staring out the windshield. I can tell he is warring within himself about something. I remain silent and wait.

“I need you to answer me honestly.”

“Ask me what you want, Vox,” I say tiredly as I lean back in my seat and sip my coffee. I swallow the moan that threatens to escape me at the sweet taste.

“Do I need to go in that house and beat the shit out of my three best friends?” I choke on my coffee and pound a fist against my chest as I try to breathe. My brother just sits there and doesn’t move a muscle. When I get myself under control, I turn and glare at him.

“What the fuck?” I snap.

He slowly turns his head toward me but doesn’t release the wheel from his death grip, his eyes burning with anger. I can tell it is taking everything inside him not to break into that house and murder his friends.

“I’m not fucking stupid, Vivian, and even if I was, the hickey on your neck is a dead fucking giveaway about what you and… they did.” He shudders in disgust.

“Them?” I push.

His eyes narrow. “They aren’t as slick as they fucking think. Nova may have put it together before I did but I know they all have… intentions with you.”

“Intentions?” The humor is clear in my voice.

“Don’t be a brat, do I need to murder them or not?”

Tears prick the backs of my eyes, even after a year apart my brother is still willing to fight for me and that means more than he knows. I shake my head. “No.”

“Then why are you doing the walk of shame at five in the morning?”

I balk at my twin. “I am not.”

His face blanks. “Ah, bullshit!” he mocks.

“Start the fucking car, Vox,” I huff out.

“The second I start this bitch they are going to wake up and come running out here, you ready for them to chase you?” His question floors me for a second.

“Why do you sound so happy about that?”

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