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We don’t want anyone else.

Vivi

Yeah, I think I’ll pass but thanks for fucking my brains out. I can still feel the ghost of your cocks in every one of my holes. Xxx

*Vivian has left the chat*

“Fuck!” Ez bites out.

“Now I need a cold fucking shower!” Hayze snarls.

“She is going to fucking pay for that stunt!” I vow.

“So, this is for real, we’re all going after her?” Hayze asks.

“Yeah, man. We’re all going for her and we aren’t leaving that fucking town until she is with us,” I answer.

“I want the fucking Saints burned to the ground before we leave. I know those cunts are somehow linked to whatever happened to Kelly.”

I nod in agreement. “Yeah, someone is trying to rise against Vivian and we need to take the cunt out.”

Tonight we rest, tomorrow we go hunting for our little mouse.

Chapter Sixteen

Vivian

I woke this morning with a renewed sense of determination flowing through my veins. David tried to talk me out of this meeting today but I rebuked his worries. If this asshole thinks he can hurt the people I care about, then I need to look him in the eyes and show him I’m not afraid. I’ll take him down before he can try to take another person I love. My heart is aching for Nova and the loss she has suffered but I can’t allow my emotions to take control right now. I need to keep a level head. After this meeting I have to head to Lividica and speak to Tatum and revise some of her ideas. I also want a client list of who has been frequenting the girls in case I need leverage.

I swore I would never stoop that low to extort anyone but I’m left with no other option now. I have four weeks before theNight Of The Saints and I need to fix everything before then. The construction on the high school has finally started going ahead since I sent the new crew over to help out. Drew and Ford haven’t called once this morning with another unexpected hurdle, all the excuses they gave me previously seem to have vanished. I knew those assholes were taking me for a ride. I also have a meeting with The Brotherhood tonight. According to David there is a lot of unrest amongst the ranks.

When fucking isn’t there!

As the car comes to a stop outside the prison, I give myself a moment to get my game face on. The last thing I need is for Alexander to see through my armor and see the scared little girl I am hiding beneath the boss bitch mask I am wearing. Arnold opens the door for me and I step out, then brush my jacket down and smirk to myself. I chose to wear an all-white pants suit sans the shirt underneath so the swell of my breasts can be seen. I’m guessing showing him the girls will keep him distracted enough from seeing beneath my mask. I walk briskly toward the entrance and sign in. Given my status and who I am, I’m afforded more leeway than most.

A guard leads me down a long corridor. The coloring inside here is dim and depressing. It's a beautiful day outside but in here, it’s cold and miserable. It feels like it's designed that way to keep these prisoners from feeling any semblance of happiness while they are locked up. The guard opens a door and motions for me to enter, the room bare except for a small table and two matching chairs.

“The prisoner will be here in a moment, Mrs. Tempest. Please, have a seat.” I nod my head in thanks and choose to remain standing. I lean against the far wall and cross my arms over my chest to disguise the shaking in my hands. I may look the part but the truth is I am fucking terrified. This man was named The Butcher for a reason, I’ve seen the pictures of hisvictims. The name is fitting. He stumped many people with his surgical cuts and how clean he dismembered the bodies of his victims.

My train of thought is interrupted when the door on the other side of the room unlocks. My breath lodges in my throat when it’s pushed open. Two guards step through the threshold with Alexander behind them followed by two more guards. I avert my gaze, not ready to lay eyes upon him just yet. The guards secure his handcuffs to the metal hooks on the table, his ankles are cuffed to the horse shoe bolts in the ground next.

“When you’re finished, call out, we’ll be just outside the door,” one of the guards say as the four of them leave. The sound of the door clicking shut behind them has fear skyrocketing inside me. I thought I was brave enough to do this but it seems I was just a timid little girl trying to play boss bitch. I try to keep my composure but I still don’t have the strength to actually look at him. Even with all the press surrounding his arrest, not a single picture of him was leaked, he had no social media presence.

He was a ghost.

“You came all this way, the least you could do is look at me.” His voice is raspy and deep, the sound alone sends a shiver down my spine.

We’ll be at your side and your back protecting you from every angle.

Ezekiel’s words from last night play through my mind and give me the courage I need to make it through this. I slowly turn my head to look at the notorious killer. The instant I lock eyes with him I gasp.

He is not what I was expecting!

The news said he was hideous, old and deranged. I expected to see an old balding man with a potbelly and sweat stains, notthis! Alexander Denver is… fucking gorgeous!

The orange jumpsuit does nothing to diminish his beauty. His hair is shoulder length, it's brown with streaks of blond through it. It’s clear he must be lifting weights in his yard time. His brown eyes are the lightest shade of brown I have ever seen. Tattoos cover the tops of his hands and his neck, I can see some ink cover the tops of his chest thanks to the top buttons on his jumpsuit being left undone. I can tell he is tall even from him sitting. Those handcuffs don’t look strong enough to hold him if he wanted to break free and snap my neck. Alexander runs his gaze over me and to my utter surprise his eyes never once linger on my tits, he keeps them focused on my face which shouldn’t impress me but it does.

“I won’t hurt you.” The sincerity in his voice shouldn’t settle my nerves but it somehow does.

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