Page 75 of Forever Filthy

I scoff. “I want my original deal.”

“Not going to happen.”

“Then good luck, Fiona. I wish you nothing but all the misery in the world, you heartless bitch.”

“Listen to me, you little shit?—”

“No! You listen to me. Twelve months ago I dethroned Thomas Valerian so my family and friends would be free of his tyranny. I sacrificed everything so they could live a good life. I knew about the FBI being members which was why I was so careful and only dealt with the one person because I didn’t know who I could trust. All I tried to do was take down theSaints and end them so all the families forced to serve them would never have to again. They are a plague and I wanted them exterminated. I just wanted to be free,” I whisper the last part.

“Then why not run with your brother and your boyfriends?” The judgment in which I can hear in her voice when she says boyfriends pisses me off.

“Because I knew Thomas would still come after us unless one of us ruled. Given the rules of The Brotherhood, I was the only one with the strongest claim so I gave up my life and freedom so they could have theirs.”

“Why?”

I sigh. “Because, I was in love with my brother's best friends and wanted them to have a chance at a happy life even if it wasn’t with me. I wanted my best friend to be free. I wanted my mother and brother to not have to worry or constantly look over their shoulders because of the choices my father made.”

“You know about your father?”

I nod. “Yes, my brother still thinks he was a good man but he was just like the rest of them?—”

“You’re wrong.”

“What?”

Fiona leans forward and smiles cunningly. “Your father was the one who appointed Tracer as the keeper of rules. Edmund and Virgil were the only two people inside the Haven Saints who knew Tracer Adams’s true identity.” I cover my mouth with my hand and stare at her with wide eyes, utterly floored at hearing this. “Your father and Virgil were trying to achieve the same goal as you, they wanted freedom but were taken out before they finished what they set out to do. I don’t claim to understand them or what they went through, but Tracer made it clear in his reports that their names were to be cleared if this got out to the press and it has.”

“Oh my God, my family?” I breathe out.

She rolls her eyes. “That part of your deal was honored.” I gape up at her. “Vox Hatchett, Ezekiel Tempest, Hayze Draven, Archer Malik and Nova Quinlin have all been sent back to Crestview Heights University and have full immunity. Your mother and your friends’ parents have not been charged. Shane Draven and Henry Malik have been cleared of all charges as well.”

Tears form in my eyes. “They’re really free? Like for real this time?” I mumble.

She nods. “Yes. All of them have been cleared and their names will not make it to the press, they can all go on and live normal lives.”

“What about… the Filthy Few?”

Her eyes harden. “Who?” she says in a suggestive tone, I clamp my mouth closed and nod.

“Thank you,” I say, meaning it.

This time when she smiles it does reach her eyes. “I’ll keep my word so long as they throw those masks away and never, and I do meanneverwear them again or I will have them prosecuted. I’ll make sure they get the fucking book thrown at them, am I clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Don’t be a wise ass, Vivian,” she snaps.

“What happens now?” I ask.

“Now, you heal up and then you help us or we throw you in a jail that doesn’t exist on any map where you will spend the rest of your days rotting away, where no one will find you.” My brief moment of elation over my guys and Vox being spared is snuffed out.

“What if I don’t have the information you need?” I ask.

“For your sake I hope you do, because there needs to be a fall guy and I assure it won’t be Thomas.” Dread pools in my stomach, when I made the deal with the feds to flip on the Saints,I never thought it would end like this. I just pray that I have the answers she needs so I can be set free to go after my guys if they will still have me.

“Ask me what you want to know. I’ll tell you what I know but I swear, I have no idea what happened to the money from the Saints.”

Lying to the head of the CIA is probably not a good idea, but I'll be damned if I lose everything I worked my ass off to give my guys.

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