Page 2 of Filthiest Of Them All

The second we pull up in front of the hotel I’m jumping out of the car before it comes to a complete stop. I dash through the lobby like my ass is on fire, then push the button for the elevator so many times. Rationally I know pushing it repeatedly won’t get it here faster, but I’m not in my right frame of mind and I can’t be held accountable for that considering my phone call with the fucking Butcher!

The second the doors open, I don’t even wait for the people to exit, I barge through them and stand in the back, ignoring their sneers and outbursts at my rudeness. When the doors close, I punch the button to the eighth floor and pray it doesn’t stop.

When I get off, I run all the way to room 824. I don’t fuck around trying to fold my clothes or pack them nicely. I shove everything I own into the bags, clear out the bathroom and shove my files into my suitcase, then I hightail it the fuck out of there. The driver loads my bags while I climb in the back and pull my laptop out to book a red eye flight. The cost of the airfare is almost double my normal fee but I don’t bat an eye as I input my credit card details and pay for the fucking thing. Eight months ago I barely had two pennies to rub together, but thanks to a fake ID and Vivian trusting me to run her club, I now have financial freedom. She pays me more than I could have dreamed of or even hoped for, so I bust my ass every day to make sure these builds, the clubs, the girls and guys as well as the contractors are all doing their jobs and not taking advantage of her.

Even after learning the truth about my age, she didn’t fire me. I expected to be thrown out on the street and told to never step foot back on the premises, but I wasn’t. We were thrown into a fucked up situation and fought for our lives. I still feel guilty for leaving her behind when my brother showed up and saved me..

“Ma’am.” I jerk my head up from my laptop and meet my driver’s gaze in the rear-view mirror.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” The sincerity in which he asks me makes me suddenly feel bad that I have been so cold toward him.

“Yes, thank you, I’m fine. I just really need to get on that flight.” He nods but doesn’t reply. I open my browser and begin looking up Alexander Denver. His case was public and so was his trial but there isn’t a single fucking photo of him—how is that even possible? Given the fact my boss was the head of a secret society, and knowing that she had people in high places doing things for her, has me believing Alexander may have someone of his own taking down any images of him. Why would he do that though?

What is he hiding from?

Or, is it a who not a what?

Everyone knows he is the leader of the Denver Kings. Everyone has speculated what they are but no one knows for sure. Some say they are an MC club, mafia, street gang and so much other shit, but no one actually knows for sure what the Denver Kings are. It must be a full time job keeping all the information about a gang and serial killer off the web.

That’s it!

I need to find who is scrubbing the evidence from the public. Maybe if I find that person then I can… what the fuck am I going to do?

Kill him?

Threaten him?

Maybe the answer is a lot simpler than that. I just don’t want to go down that road, because if I do, I probably won’t like the answers. This nagging voice in the back of my head is telling me that I need to woman up and stop avoiding it. Given the phone call from the man himself, I know I can’t bury my head in the sand any longer. I need to know the truth, so I type her name in the search bar.

Elenor Denver.

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I stumble my way through security and barely register the voices of the people around me as I walk toward my gate. My mind is a jumbled mess, I avoided looking up Elenor for months, wanting to believe my brother and not trust what Vivian said about him. The evidence online is damning to say the least. Nexus was never named or anything and it has been labeled as a cold case. The killer was never found. There was one image, an image that had my blood running ice cold. It was a picture of a man with his back to the camera on his knees clutching the lifeless body of Elenor. Her face was blurred but you could see from the way he held her that she was his everything and I have no doubt in my mind that the man in the image was Alexander.

The report said she was drugged, raped and then strangled to death. She was only sixteen, the girl had her whole life ahead of her. She would have been the same age as Nexus now, twenty. I’m only two years older than her when she was killed. I may not have much or anything to show for my life, but I still don’t want to die and I can only imagine that she was feeling the same thing as her last breath was robbed from her.

I shiver, still feeling the chill in my bones as I hand the lady my ticket, then make my way onto the plane. I sigh in relief when I notice it isn’t a full flight. I wish it was a direct flight but we have to stop over in Colorado before flying into Chicago. I’ll be sad to leave Texas but I’ll be back soon enough, I always am. Most of the hotels are near to opening except for Chicago. Vivian is trying to set up another one in Colorado but she is still trying to find the right location there. It would make my life easier if she would just finish building the fucking ones she has now before planning more.

I look for my seat toward the back of the plane, which is empty. When I find it I want to pout at the sight of a guy with a baseball cap and sweater on with the hood pulled up covering his face, sitting by the window. I decide to suck it up and wait till we take off then ask one of the hostesses if I can move to an empty row. I stow my bag in the overhead compartment, then step in to take the end seat until a man clears his throat. I twist and look back.

My mouth parts on a silent gasp, I know him!

I wrack my brain for a moment wondering where I have seen him before. He shoots me an impatient look so I grit my teeth and claim the middle seat. When he squeezes his large frame into the chair beside me, squashing me between him and the stranger beside me, I have no choice but to suck it up and wait for takeoff. I hate getting the middle seat! I decide to remain silent and close my eyes and just wait, it won’t be long before we are in the air and I can switch seats.

“I warned you what would happen if you kept looking into the Denver Kings, Miss Lawson.” My eyes snap open and I turn my head to the side to face the asshole. It hits me all at once why he looks so familiar. He was the guy that came to Lividica and spoke to Vivian–the Aztec god.

“Alexander,” I breathe out as fear begins to spread its tendrils throughout my body. When I see three other people wearing baseball caps and hoods I start to panic. One claims a seat in front of us, one sits behind us and the last one sits in the row opposite Alexander. I peer to my other side to see the guy has pushed his hood back and is looking directly at me.

This was a set up.

Alexander

Her bright blue eyes are as wide as saucers as she slowly swings her gaze back to me, her full pouty lips pinched as she eyes me warily. She’s trying to put on a brave face but I see through it. The way her breaths are coming in short rapid pants gives her away, so does the way she keeps clenching and unclenching her fists in her lap. She knows she’s trapped. When she tries to stand, Vatican places a hand on her shoulder keeping her seated. A soft whimper escapes her but she bites down on her plump lip to keep quiet.

“I warned you,” I growl. Her brows raise a fraction. I watch as her chest rises and falls, drawing my attention to her tits that are practically begging to be set free from that tight, black, cotton shirt she wears. I drag my gaze back to hers to find she is still staring at me with a mixture of fear and something else. I cock my head to the side and study her for a second, and that’s when I see her mask slowly fall. The fear in her eyes vanishes as the hostesses begin to run through their safety procedures before takeoff.

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