Page 13 of Filthiest Of Them All

“Take a walk, brother. We got this” He shakes his head once and stares at me. I give him a slight nod, telling him it's okay. He blanks his face of all emotion before turning on his heel and storming out of the building, regret churns inside me. I knew bringing them with me to see these cunts was a bad idea but there was no way they would have stayed home and let me come on my own.

“Put the gun down, Halo,” Desire snaps. I whirl around knowing Halo won’t listen to a word she says. I reach out and push his arm down. Desire looks to me as she speaks. “Unless you can control them?—”

“You don’t fucking address them, you want to speak then you speak to me. Am I crystal fucking clear?” Her eyes widen and blaze with outrage at the way I just spoke to her. I see her men creeping in closer and I shoot her a dark grin that holds promise. “They make one more move, justone,and I’ll tear your entire fucking army down, Des. You want to bury your soldiers or talk like real men?”

Her jaw locks and I know I’ve pushed her just enough now. She fucking hates when people refer to her position as a man’s. “I’m the fucking Don of the De Santis Cosa Nostra, Alexander. Never fucking forget that.”

“And I’m the motherfucking Butcher. Never forget that,” I roar. I hear a gun cock causing Pope, Vat and Halo all to draw their own guns.

“You’re what I made you to be!” she yells.

“You didn’t make shit, Desire! I made you. I gave you the throne your frigid ass currently sits on.” My outburst has her eyes blazing and her true colors showing.

“It’s a great thing your precious Ellie isn’t here to see the monster you have become.” I step forward until my thighs smack into the table, forcing it forward. The twins and Carnage all get to their feet and flank their sister who is staring right at me.

“Say her name again and it will be the last word you ever fucking utter. Mark my words on that,” I force out through gritted teeth.

“Enough. We came to discuss business,” Rage snaps. “All of you, lower your fucking weapons and stand down. Halo, Pope, Vatican, please lower your weapons as well.” The three of them turn to me for confirmation. I nod which just causes Rage to narrow his eyes.

“Why are you following us?” I ask.

“Because you broke the terms of your deal with my sister,” Wrath answers.

“I didn’t fucking break my word,” I bite back.

“We have proof, Alexander. We know The Butcher’s work and the severed heads you sent to that girl was a calling card of yours.”

I roll my eyes which just pisses Rage off. “I didn’t send the fucking heads. Thomas Valerian sent those heads to the girl, trying to fool her into thinking I was coming after her. She can validate my story and so can half a dozen others.” I can tell these cocksuckers don’t believe a word coming out of my mouth. If they decide to take action against me because they think I broke the deal, then we’ll go to fucking war. I didn’t go through everything I did just to lose to them. I won’t fucking die until I have avenged my sister, after that they can do what they like with me.

“And you think we’ll just take you at your word?” Carnage sneers.

“His word is all you’re getting, asshole,” Halo snaps, answering for me. The hatred between him and Carnage runs deep. They may be twins, but much like Omen and Desire, there is no love lost between the two of them.

“So, if I’m eating our sister’s pussy does that mean you're sucking his cock?” The sigh has barely finished leaving my lips before Halo is launching across the table and tackling Carnage to the ground. Pope and Vatican are the next to jump the table to stop Wrath and Rage from intervening. I cross my arms over my chest and let Halo have at it. Carnage isn’t weak. He’ll give as good as Halo can give. They may hate each other, but even if they won’t admit it to themselves, we know they would never kill each other, which is their greatest flaw.

“You idiots!” Desire screams as she tries to separate Halo and Carnage, but one of them flings their arm, knocking her on her ass. Her soldiers scramble forward but when I face them all they stop in their tracks. They know she can order their death for not protecting her but they also fear me. They all know what I have done for her and in her name.

“You touch him or the other two and I’ll make you dig your own grave before I bury parts of you in it and send the rest to your families.” When none of them take another step, I move around the table and shove Carnage off Halo. Before Halo goes after him again, I grab the back of his shirt and pull him across the room. I shove the little shit against the wall and get in his bloodied face. “Enough,” I growl right in his face.

He’s panting and sweating from exertion, his eyes are wild and filled with the need to maim and inflict pain.

“Look at me.” It takes him a second to do as I ask. “Go outside and wait with Omen.”

“I’m not?—”

I cut him off before he can finish. “Yes, you are. Go wait with your brother. Vat and Pope will remain with me while we finish this. Now, go.” He shoves me away from him and storms out of here with anger wafting off him in waves. Halo is always level headed and calm until Carnage is added to the equation. I scrub a hand down my face and take a steadying breath before facing Desire who is glaring balls of fire at me.

“The next time one of them steps out of line?—”

“You’ll do what?” I snap, cutting her off.

“Don’t fucking push me, Lex,” she warns.

“Make your point known so we can all get out of here and you can fuck off back to Chicago,” I snarl.

“The agreement still stands. You try to build a family of your own, you die. You kill without my blessing, I slaughter you,” she reminds me.

“Look at where I fucking live, Desire,” I shout and spread my arms out wide. “Does it fucking look like I’m killing for hire or building a family of my own?”

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