Page 81 of Forever Filthy

I snort. “The feeling is mutual, Fiona, trust me,” I call after her, the fact she has left the door open has tears spilling, I’m free. The only thing I am taking with me is my urn filled with Tracer’s ashes.

I’m going home!

I’ve been blindfoldedsince the moment Mike came to get me and escort me out of wherever the hell I have been staying. The entire car ride I wasn’t allowed to look, even when I was led onto the plane. So I’ve kept my eyes closed and tried to quiet the war inside me.

Will they be happy to see me?

Will they be mad?

What if they don’t feel the same?

All those types of thoughts have been plaguing me and I can’t stop the fucking nerves from taking control. My palms are sweaty and my knees are weak, my leg is aching from not being able to move around but the pain is nothing like what it was when I first started healing. The doctor Fiona had, told me that it will take a while before I don’t walk with a limp which makes me feel insecure. I know it's stupid and will go away after some time, but it is what it is.

Another thing that has been bothering me is knowing that the guys would have been served the papers about Ezy A. They know the truth now. Will they hate me for what I did? I really fucking hope not because I only wanted to help them and with everything I managed to do while I was leading the Saints, it would set them all up for life.

I hope they will let me be a part of that life.

“You can take it off,” Mike says as the plane touches down. I push the blindfold up and slowly blink my eyes open, adjusting to the sudden blindness from the light. I press my face against the window and gasp at the sight of the airport.

“Holy shit, you brought me here?” I breathe out.

“Their last game is tonight before they all go on break for Christmas. I thought you would want to be there.” I turn away from the window and shoot Mike a grateful smile. Having him with me made being stuck there for months bearable. He has been a friend to me and I hope he knows that I will always be grateful for the care and compassion he showed me.

When we disembark there is a car waiting for us. I take a step toward it but freeze at Mike’s words. “Stay out of trouble, girl.” I turn away and frown at him, he’s still standing on the stairs of the plane.

“You’re not coming with me, are you?” I ask.

He smiles sadly and shakes his head. “This is the end of the road for me, kid. That car will take you to CHU.” I race back up the stairs and throw my arms around Mike. He stands there stiff for a second, then finally gives in and returns my hug.

“Thank you, Mike,” I whisper.

“Get out of here, kid,” he says. I pull back and smile up at him one last time, then race down the stairs toward the car.

The entire car ride I can’t seem to control my excitement or my freaking libido, the thought of seeing them again and being able to touch them, hold them and just breathe them in is exhilarating! I know I should probably stop and buy a phone to call my mom, but my need to see my guys is so overpowering that I know I won’t be able to do anything until I set my eyes on them. The drive takes longer than I wanted, thanks to an accident on the freeway. When the driver finally pulls into the parking lot, I shout my thanks, then jump out. The place is packed and I can hear the roar of the crowd. I curse beneath mybreath, there’s only like five minutes left of the game. I take off toward the entrance and run through ignoring the girl shouting out that I need to pay.

I don’t stop until I’m gripping the railing. I can see the teams on the field. I scan my gaze over the CHU team, trying to spot my guys. I lean over the railing to try to get a look at the bench but I don’t see them, panic begins to build inside me.

“Vivian?” I whirl around and come face to face with Dawson.

“Hey,” I rush out then turn back toward the game. The QB snatches the pass, then that’s when it hits me, Dawson is the QB and so is Vox. But, if he is here and that guy isn’t my brother, where the fuck are they? I whirl around to face Dawson who is smiling wide.

“Looking for three specific guys?”

I chuckle and nod. “Yeah. Why aren’t you out on the field and who is the new QB?”

Dawson grins. “Technically, he’s the old QB.”

I cock my head to the side in confusion. “Huh?”

“Your guys and your brother aren’t here.”

“Oh my God, did they get dropped from the team?”

He shakes his head. “No, this game is to… settle old scores, so to speak. The Quarterback out there is my Uncle Corvin, my dad and other uncles are out there as well.”

I jerk back in surprise. “Why?”

He sighs and scrubs a hand down his face like this isn’t something new for him. “My Uncle Saint likes to run his mouth and then settle the score on the field. Knowing him, my uncles and Dad can shut down any other team. This game is for their pride, nothing more.” I roll my lips over my teeth to keep from smiling. Dawson rolls his eyes.

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