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“We’ll all help,” Vox states. “Call him, witch.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Vivian

The weather has turned and now the sun hardly chases the chill from my bones. I’ve been here for ten weeks. Christmas is in four days and it fucking hurts to know that I won’t be there to spend it with my guys or my family. Fiona is a fucking bitch and refuses to allow me to leave even though I have told her everything. Thomas squealed weeks ago, the second they started interrogating him he folded so he wouldn’t get the death penalty. Unlike the other members, he isn’t being sent to a prison where he’ll get visitors, he’s going to Panama where he’ll spend the rest of his life rotting in a prison that is ruled by the inmates. Fiona says the guards are only there to make sure the inmates don’t escape, other than that they never enter the prison they just stand outside and shoot whoever tries to escape.

Have I been treated badly while I’ve been here? No.

Do I have freedom to roam the halls? No.

What they have done though means a lot, they brought me a cream colored urn that contains David—Tracer’s ashes. Fiona said he didn’t have any family and she thought he would want me to be the one to have them. I suddenly realize how Nova feels now, the person you cared for so much is nothing but a jar. This is what their life has amounted to, being burnt to a crisp and stuffed into a jar that will rest on a mantle.

Mike, one of the guys who first came to me with Fiona when I got here, has been giving me updates on my family and the guys. They are all at CHU, playing football and going to class like regular college students. Mike said there has been no sign of them wearing the masks which is good. I’ll miss the masks but their freedom means so much more. Mike managed to sneak me some photos of Ez, Hayze and Arch and I sleep with them under my pillow every night. It’s not the same as feeling their skin on mine but at least I have something to look at while I’m stuck in this prison cell every day.

The door opens but I don’t look up from my journal, Fiona brought it to me a few days after I woke. When I’m not doing physio on my leg, I write all day long. I’ve managed to formulate a code for bookkeeping, it needs more tweaks but I think this thing would help a lot of businesses to keep track of their expenses and profits.

“Your friends don’t quit, do they?” I ignore Fiona as I continue to work on my code. She likes to come here every day and taunt me. I know she doesn’t believe me when I tell her I have no idea where all the money went. “Did you know they hacked into the CIA’s server trying to find you?” I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling, they didn’t give up on me. “Thomas was transported to Panama last night.”

“Good,” I bite out.

“He wasn’t alone.” I lift my gaze to her finally. She leans against the wall next to the open door which is odd in itself. She always closes it behind herself when she comes in. Her arms are crossed over her chest. I raise my brow prompting her to continue. “Drew, Paul, Smith, Enders, Toby and Wayde will keep him company.” My brows hit my hairline in surprise.

“What did the six others do?” I rasp out.

Her face hardens. “They helped track down the other members that Thomas had planted, there were a lot more than we thought.” Her tone is ominous. “They had Saints planted in the fucking King’s guard! Those bastards were planning…” She clamps her mouth closed and shakes her head, clearly she has said too much and honestly, the less I know the better so I keep my curiosity in check and remain silent. “You ever gonna tell me what happened to the money?” She tries to sound casual but fails.

“I thought you said David listed everything in his report?” I know she only said that to scare me but if it was true, I would have been in handcuffs and sent to prison for embezzlement weeks ago.

A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. “You’re not what meets the eye, are you, Vivian?” Surprise thrums inside me, that's the closest thing she has ever said to a compliment.

“I wish I could say the same about you but that would be a lie. You look like a bitch and your personality matches it.” Instead of storming out of here like she normally does, she actually smiles, like a real one and nods her head in approval which just floors me.

“I didn’t get to where I am by sucking dick. In an industry dominated by men I had to become this bitch so I could rise. I admire you, Vivian.” I splutter and gape at her.

“You what?” I squeak out.

“I admire you.”

“Why?”

“You did what you had to in order to save the ones you love. You became the first lordess in the history of the Haven Saints. You did what no other woman has ever done, you led a brotherhood and took them down from the inside. I may not be able to prove that you were the one to bankrupt them and clearly Tracer knew the truth and still wouldn’t give you up. It’s because of the respect I had for Tracer Adams that I am going to trust his judgment of you and close this case.”

I leap off my bed and stand. I stare at her with my heart pounding inside my chest. I try to keep hope from rising inside me but it's futile. “What are you saying, Fiona?”

“You will have a tail on you, we’ll always be watching you, Vivian. If you so much as steal a candy bar I’ll cuff your ass so fucking fast your head will spin.”

“Are you letting me go?” I say barely above a whisper.

She purses her lips. “Stay away from any ex-members of the Saints. If you ever try to reconstruct the Saints, I will push for the death penalty.”

“Fuck the Saints, they can all rot in hell,” I snarl.

“Good answer, now get your shit together. You leave in twenty minutes.” She turns ready to leave but pauses in the doorway. She looks back at me over her shoulder. “You know what Tracer said in his report?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“He admitted that he might be compromised because he loves the Lordess of the Haven Saints like a daughter and didn’t think he could slap the cuffs on you when the time came.” Tears gather in my eyes. “Tracer Adams was one of the coldest sons of bitches I have ever known and never cared for anyone or anything except for his job. You gave him a chance to experience what it's like to love and for that you should be proud. Have a good life, Vivian. I hope I never see you again.”

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