Page 66 of Forever Filthy

“It’ll take a lot more than that to break me, you little pussy. I’ve lived through this shit my whole life.” Her declaration has me frowning, but then my attention is brought back to my leg when another wave of pain rolls through me, forcing me to clench my teeth or risk crying out.

“Get them in the car, the meet is scheduled. Time to recover what was almost lost to us.” Thomas’s ominous words have a pit of dread forming inside me but the prospect of getting out of here and going to the car where we could be seen by Alex outweighs the need for me to fight Leo when he yanks me up by my hair. I scream and cry in pain as he forces me to walk and put weight on my leg. By the time he shoves me into the backseat of the car, I am so sweaty and riddled with pain I nearly pass out. What I can’t stop though is the vomit rushing up my throat, I have no choice but to throw up on the floor of the car thanks to the back door being locked.

When Tate is thrown in, she immediately reaches for me, her eyes meet mine and my bottom lip begins to tremble. She darts her gaze out the window then turns back to me.

“You need to worry about yourself and get yourself out of here, don’t defend me.” I shake my head and bite the inside of my cheek when pain begins to bloom inside me again. “Vivian, I can hold my own. I may be young but I have been in enough foster homes where fuckers think they can touch what isn’t theirs, I know how to protect myself.” She clamps her mouth closed and sits back in her seat as both the front doors open and Thomas and Leo climb inside. Leo instantly swings his head toward me when the stench of my vomit reaches them.

“You fucking cunt, you’ll be eating that shit,” he grits out. I flinch back and remain silent. I wish more than anything Ez, Hayze, Archer and Vox had just killed this piece of shit. Tate slides her hand along the seat and locks her pinky finger with mine, that small gesture has the vice strangling my chest easing slightly. I breathe through the pain and grind my teeth as we hit bumps so I don’t cry out, the last thing I want to do is give Leo the satisfaction of hearing me whimper.

I try to compartmentalize my pain by keeping track of the scenery outside. When we come to the intersection near the hospital, hope begins to build inside me.

“Look at that, Vivian. Help is right there, just a measly block away where they could fix your leg and take away the pain.” I suck in a sharp inhale. “Look at how close you were to being seen.” He knows. “So close, yet so fucking far,” Thomas taunts just as Leo turns right and heads in the opposite direction. The small flame of hope that was burning inside me dies out, Thomas knows about the cameras. He was a step ahead and I was too fucking jaded and self-absorbed to realize that I have been betrayed by my own brotherhood. They would have been the ones to tell him the system was hacked. A year of my life Ispent trying to clean up his mess and make something better for this place. Turns out none of those bastards wanted change, they were happy to live off the blood and torture of others.

Knowing this for certain now makes the choices I have made easier to live with. This will all come to an end and I just have to pray that I will be around to see how this shit plays out because I want to watch them all be taken down and burn in hell.

“How did you find me?” I force out through gritted teeth. Thomas’s answering laughter grates on my nerves and has my hackles rising but I refrain from snapping at him.

“It’s been eating at you to know how I have been a step ahead, hasn’t it?” I don’t answer, he doesn’t need me to. “Did it keep you up at night wondering if it was The Brotherhood who sold you out?” I dig my nails into the palm of my hand to distract myself from this bastard’s taunt. “What if I told you it wasn’t The Brotherhood who led me to you and that it was someone you trusted who gave you up?”

My interest is peaked, the sinister laugh that escapes Leo tells me he knows who it is and clearly it is someone who I would never expect. A pang of unease crawls its way up my spine.

“Who?” I’m proud of how strong my voice sounds even though I am crippled with pain and feel the cold sheen of sweat dotting my forehead.

Thomas turns the rearview mirror so he can meet my gaze, the look of spite in his dead eyes sends a chill down my spine. “How well do you really know Tatum Lawson?” A gasp escapes me as I yank my hand back and snap my head toward her. She’s staring at Thomas like a deer caught in the headlights.

“I don’t even fucking know you!” Tate shouts, then looks at me with a pleading look. She tries to reach out to me but I flinch away. “Vivian, I never told them anything, I swear. I don’t even know who they are. You have to believe me,” she begs.

I want to believe that she wouldn’t betray me but how the fuck can I trust her, she said it herself I don’t even know her really.

“Tatum, dear?” Thomas calls out, drawing her attention back to him. “I’m so glad we could finally meet. It’s a shame your mother was a lying cunt and that you don’t have a cock or I would have raised you myself.” My face scrunches in confusion, Tate on the other hand turns pale like she has seen a ghost.

“What the fuck is he talking about?” I growl, Tate still won’t take her eyes off Thomas. “Answer me, dammit!” I scream. She jolts as if I just zapped her, then turns to me with tears clouding her eyes. She opens and closes her mouth three times but no words come out. “Tate?” I push.

“He’s my father,” she whispers so low I would have missed it if I wasn’t paying such close attention. Her revelation has me turning to stone beside her.

Thomas is her father.

She sold me out.

Nexus is her older brother.

“You see, I never had to reach out to my brothers, my own daughter getting a job with you was something I couldn’t have planned, but it worked out well. All I had to do was prey on her need for acceptance and she gave me everything I required without knowing it. Calling her to your new safe house wasn’t smart,” he mocks.

“You tracked her phone,” I mutter. Thomas laughs and the sound chills me to my bones. Tate is silent and continues to stare at me like she is in a trance. I invited the wolf’s pup into my den without even knowing it. I told her everything, I gave her all the intel and she passed it onto her estranged father without even knowing she was being groomed. Thomas continues spilling the beans about how easy it was to get all the Saints to fall into line and follow their true leader. My mind is too consumed withthe knowledge of Tatum being his daughter to register what he’s saying. Even when Leo finally stops the car I don’t register where we are until he drags me out of the car by my arm and I’m screaming when my leg hits the ground.

Peace & Love Crematorium.

I don’t have the strength to question why we are here as well as trying not to pass out from the pain, so I keep my mouth shut and do my best to hop on one leg. It does nothing to ease the agony, the constant jostling of my leg is torture of the worst kind. When he drags me inside through the side door, I miss the step and land on my ass. Leo, being the cunt he is, doesn’t lift me he just grabs a handful of my hair and drags me along the linoleum floor, screaming as I try to untangle his fingers. I can feel the strands ripping out of my head and the feeling is indescribable. I refuse to give up fighting even though I know it's useless, but I won’t go out like a pussy.

My guys and brother taught me better than that!

When Leo finally comes to a stop, I nearly whimper in gratitude but the sound lodges in my throat when I realize we are in the room with the cremators.

They’re going to burn us alive.

I see three cremators and my stomach sinks, I’m going to die here. Tate is dragged in behind screaming and throwing punches blindly as Thomas yanks her by her head. The sight of blood trickling down the corner of his mouth brings a smile to my face.

Atta girl, Tate.

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