Page 67 of Filthiest Of Them All

Both the twins nod. “Carnage supplying Nexus that night wasn’t the first time Desire hooked him up. She was already working an angle with that piss flap. He had no idea who you were or who Ellie was and he didn’t care. She promised he would never be caught and that was all he needed to hear. His father came after you on his own accord because he found out what Nexus had done, and didn’t trust Desire to keep her word, so he framed you when he found out who you really were from Nexus.” Rage’s words are like an ice bath, shocking life back into me and renewing my hunger for that bitch’s blood to coat my hands.

“Why the fuck are you two only mentioning this shit now?” Omen snarls.

The twins shrug. “You never asked,” Rage says in a casual tone that grates on my fucking nerves.

“I’m gonna break both your fucking necks,” I force out through clenched teeth.

“As long as you don’t bite my ear off. I’m good with a quick end,” Wrath replies with sarcasm thick in his tone.

“Why the hell are you both telling us this shit now? Neither of you two gave a shit about anyone aside from yourselves and staying on that bitch’s good side,” Carnage grinds out with pain lacing each of his words.

“Did you ever think to ask why we have never risen against her?” Rage growls. “Did any of you self-satisfying pricks ever think there may be a reason why we follow her blindly and never question anything she says?”

“Nah, of course they wouldn’t because me and you have always been the outcasts of this fucked up family,” Wrath adds.

I roll my eyes. “Why the fuck do you follow her?”

“Because she has something that means everything to us and if we step out of line, she’ll take it from us. Which is why we won’t help any of you. We can’t.” Rage’s tone surprises me because I can hear a hint of remorse.

“Bullshit.”

Both the twins turn to Omen and glare. “None of you cared enough to see deeper into us than what we allowed the world to see. That’s your problem not ours. We have no issues with any of you, but we also won’t cross that line, even though we hope you are victors of this war.” My brows raise as it sinks in. Wrath’s ominous words make sense to me but not the others.

“She has someone you love and if you try to help us, she’ll kill them to punish you.” Both of them nod and I realize at this moment, they aren’t that different to us. They have been sucked into the black hole that is Desire De Santis, who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone aside from herself. We don’t get a chance to say more, the door swings open to reveal a pissed off Desire flanked by six of her men. Cowering behind them, holding a rag to his face, is the cunt who is now missing an ear. Wrath and Rage both step back and reclaim their position from earlier, I shoot them both a scolding look. I get their reasoning but that piece of pussy better be worth it because I’ll kill them both for allowing their brothers to go through this shit.

Desire struts into the room like she is God’s gift to men. I move to the back of my cell and cross my arms over my chest. She ignores the threats spewing from Omen and Carnage as she comes to stand in front of my cell. The cunning look in her eyes is nothing new to me, she always has an ace up her sleeve and won’t play her trump card until the very last minute.

“You look upset, Lex,” she purrs in what I’m sure she thinks is a seductive tone, but all it sounds like to me is nails on a chalkboard. I remain silent and keep my face blank, not giving away to the fact her mere presence has my skin crawling. “Did my brothers tell on me?” she says with a pout as she looks to Wrath and Rage. Neither of them meet her stare. She sighs dramatically then waves her six guards forward. I see Devon in the mix and can tell he doesn’t want to take part in what’s happening but he doesn’t have a choice. The guard in the front reaches into his pocket and produces a key. I don’t move an inch when he opens the cell door and steps inside. I eye each of them with a cold look and smirk when they begin to shuffle their weight from leg to leg.

“Is she paying you enough to withstand what will happen to you and your families when I get out of here?” My tone is calm and even but the threat is clear.

“Ignore him, cuff him and bring him to me.” They all ignore Desire’s order as I step forward and hold my wrists out to them. I shoot Devon a discreet look of warning. He subtly nods and starts to look around the room, trying to find a way out of here no doubt.

They place the cuffs on my wrists. The fucker to my right makes sure they are tight enough to cut into my flesh. I just shoot him a look that promises retribution—he instantly steps back. Devon grips the chain of my cuffs and drags me out of my cell. My body is battered and bruised but I refuse to allow any of these cunts to see me as weak, so I hold my head high and meet Desire’s gaze as I’m brought to a stop in front of her. She runs her gaze over me. I shudder in disgust when she licks her lips and moans suggestively.

“God, don’t you miss how messy we were together?”

I snort. “You and I were never together, you deluded bitch,” I snarl. Her blue eyes swirl with anger, I know just how to get under her skin so I keep pushing. “You were nothing to me. You were a means to an end. You were never the girl I wanted or even cared about. You are nothing to me, you wretched cunt. I’ll make sure you and that elf eared cunt over there die slowly. I’ll take my time ripping you each apart, then send you both to hell, deaf, dumb and blind,” I vow. I expect her to throw a fit and scream but she doesn’t do that. Instead, she lurches forward and buries her blade in my stomach that I didn’t even see her holding.

Tatum

Nerves are riding me harder than Alex did the last time we had sex, but there won’t be any orgasm coming anytime soon. I can feel it in the pit of my gut that something is wrong with him, I can’t explain it but I can feel it. I finally understand why so many chose not to allow themselves to fall in love with anyone. I unknowingly fell in love with the infamous Butcher and because of that, I’m now sitting in the backseat of a car with his three brothers, driving to the courthouse in Chicago to rescue him.

Am I able to fight like Jackie Chan or Bruce Lee?

No.

Can I kill someone like John Wick?

No.

Can I crush skulls with my bare hands like Thanos?

Also, no.

But that won’t stop me from going after him, because ever since I met Alexander Denver, I have changed. My life has stopped revolving around making enough money to prove to myself that I will never be homeless again or eating from a dumpster. I’m stronger because of him. He has brought a side of me to life. I want more than just money now. I want a life, a home and most of all, I just wanthim.

“You ready, we’re a block away?” Vat asks.

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