Page 57 of Forever Filthy

“Your mom was an amazing woman,” I say quietly.

“She was the fucking best.” Her pain is evident in her wavering tone. “She didn’t deserve this, nor did Waylen, but loving me got them both killed.” She flicks her green eyes to me and the shattered look in them robs me of air.

“No, it didn’t. Loving you is what gave them the courage to want more from their lives. Kelly was so proud of you, Nova, you could see it in the way she would look at you. I didn’t know Waylen well but from the brief encounter I had with him I could tell he would have jumped off a cliff for you. Being able to love you is a gift.”

“Yeah, the gift of death,” she bites out.

“No. Those bastards took them from you and we are going to take everything from them, I swear it.”

“I want them both to pay!”

“And they will, we will make sure of it.”

“For Mom and Waylen.”

“For Kelly and Waylen,” I promise. I don’t include my father or Ezekiel’s because they knew what they were doing when they became the lord. They could have chosen to take the Saints down a different path but they didn’t. Like all the others, they wantedpower and money and that is ultimately what led them to their deaths.

Later that eveningDavid and I are sitting around the dining table working on our laptops when his phone rings. He answers it and when I see his face contort I know something is wrong. He ends the call and faces me.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Your brother and his friends have managed to get inside Lividica and Tate wants to break their necks.”

I cringe. “What have they done?”

“Nothing to any of the girls but the club is about to open and they can’t be found by the brothers.” I sigh and hold my hand out for his phone. He gives it to me and I redial Tate’s number.

“I’m gonna break the blonde one's nose!” Tate says when she answers.

“That blonde one happens to be my husband, Tatum,” I growl.

“Vivian?”

“It’s me. Now tell me exactly what they are doing?”

“You mean aside from being assholes?” she bites out.

“Yes!” I snap.

“They are being loud douchebags and demanding you and Nova get your asses here or they are going to—wait.”

“Wait, what?” When she doesn’t reply, worry begins to stir inside me, I can hear shouting in the background. “Tate!” I shout.

“What?”

“What’s going on?”

“Ah, that Aztec God from last night is here talking to them.” I scrunch my face.

“Aztec what?”

“The guy you were talking to last night.” She sounds annoyed which just pisses me off.

“Alexander?”

“I don’t know, you hugged him and then went and talked to him,” She answers.

“Shit. Hang tight, I’ll sort it out.” I end the call with her and open my iCloud on my laptop. I find Alexander’s number and quickly dial it. It takes him five rings before he finally answers.

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