Page 41 of Filthiest Of Them All

“Yeah, why?” He grips my hand and drags me out of the shower. I stand here confused as hell as he grabs a towel and wraps it around my body, then leads me out of the bathroom without uttering a word. I spot Omen as he stands from his seat in the corner of the small room and stares at Alex with a mix of uncertainty and worry. When he cuts a glance to me I just shrug, a minute ago I was fucking broken hearted then angry and now I’m down right confused as hell.

I’m getting whiplash from my own emotions and I don’t like it!

“I want a current location on Ray…” When Alex turns to face me I recoil and look around the room trying to see what he is looking expectantly at. “I need the last name and the address,” he barks at me. My eyes widen.

“Why?” I sputter.

His eyes darken. “Because I’m going to kill the son of a bitch. Now give me the name, Tatum.”

I bristle at his tone. “Charles,” I force out.

Alex turns back to Omen. “Find everything you can for a guy named Ray Charles—” Alex snaps his mouth closed, then slowly turns back to me and narrows his eyes. I smirk and cock a brow. He opens his mouth to no doubt have a go at me but I beat him to it.

“If you thought it would be that easy, you are out of your damn mind,Butcher.” His eyes spark with challenge, which is fine with me because I’ll always rise to a challenge and never back down. “You don’t get to walk your ass back in here and fuck with my head more. You hurt my feelings and I’m not forgiving you, so fuck off.” Omen chokes on thin fucking air while Alex stands there staring down at me with a bored look on his face.

“Two options, that’s all you're getting. You can change yourself and walk out the fucking door, or I’ll change you and carry your ass out. Pick one.”

I step into Alex and place my hand flat against his chest and bat my lashes, he knows I’m up to something I can see in his eyes. “Beg me.”

“Omen, out!” he roars.

I poked the bear too much it appears.

Before he can move, I dart away from him and into the bathroom. I slam the door and lock it, knowing he could bust it down if he wanted to. But he won’t, because he knows he’s still on my shit list. I won’t lie, a part of me was so close to telling him what Ray’s last name was but I refused because I didn’t want him to think he could be my white knight after what he did!

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I’m stuck between Omen and Alex as we make our way out of the hotel. Alex keeps his hand firmly placed on my lower back and the heat of his touch sears me, which only further fuels my vexation toward the asshole. I bite my tongue and say nothing, allowing him to lead me outside. I slam to a halt at the sight of one of the blacked out Lincoln’s idling at the curb in front of Alex’s car.

Alex gives me a gentle push. “It’s not what you think, Bambi, keep walking,” he urges. I stow my apprehension away and shift further into Alex’s side. My unease only grows the closer we get, when Alex reaches out and opens the back door. I hold my breath expecting to see Desire sitting there but it’s not, it’s just Halo who smiles reassuringly at me. I look to the front and my brows raise at the man.

“Halo 2 is here?” I hiss.

Alex’s brows are furrowed and Halo looks downright pissed at my comment. Omen begins snickering with laughter beside me.

“There is only one fucking Halo and I’m it!” OG Halo snaps. I purse my lips and nod.

“Noted, OG,” I say, earning a glare from the man himself. Alex groans and ushers me inside the car. Omen climbs in the front while Alex slides in beside me. Halo shifts as far away from me as possible which irritates me. “Why are you being a girl?” I hiss when Halo 2 starts driving. OG turns and glares at me.

“Bambi,” Alex says in a warning tone.

I throw my hands in the air, utterly frustrated. “So you can just turn up at my hotel rooms, kidnap me whenever the hell you want. Steal my phone, hack my fucking phone and computer but I can’t ask questions?” I snap. The car falls silent at my outburst. Alex sighs and scrubs a hand down his face, the fact he’s still dressed in his wet clothes gives me some satisfaction though, knowing he’s uncomfortable.

“Halo’s my twin brother,” Halo 2 says, breaking the tension filled silence.

“Wasn’t talking to you, clone boy,” I grit out while staring at Alex.

“Ask me what you want to know.”

I smirk at the Aztec god. “How’d you get the scars on your back?” Everyone plunges into silence again and its starting to work my last frail fucking nerve. I hear Alex’s breathing turn choppy, but I refuse to back down. I gave up my brother and told him about Ray, the least he could do is be honest with me.

“I think that conversation is best had alone when we?—”

“Shut the hell up, Omen!” I snarl. Alex’s eyes darken and I can see I’m pushing him to his limits, but I’m not afraid of the monster he hides inside. “You know everything about me, you’ve been watching me for months and yet, I know nothing about you. How can you declare me asyoursif the same can’t be said of me?”

That gets a reaction. His upper lip pulls back in a snarl as the car slowly comes to a stop. I refuse to break eye contact and give up on this moment when I know I’m so close to getting the truth from him.

“Desire De Santis is their sister. She is also someone I used to fuck.” I fight not to flinch at his cold tone. “I bought our freedom from her family. Those scars you see on my back were the cost.” He shoves his door open and climbs out, leaving me sitting here with my mouth wide open. I watch as he stalks toward a plane and climbs the steps without looking backward. Vatican and Pope shoot me a curious glance through the open doorway before following Alex.

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