Page 34 of Filthiest Of Them All

“You know she has a crazy streak,” Pope adds, like that small detail had slipped my mind.

“How the fuck was I supposed to know your crazy bitch of a sister knew about her?” I fire back.

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Vatican snaps. “You know Desire has been keeping tabs on you since we left. That jealous cunt will kill anyone who bats their lashes at you. You were just stupid enough to go ahead and fuck this one. Now, she is definitely going to do everything she can to rip Tate apart.” Before I can tear this smart mouth motherfucker a new asshole Halo speaks.

“Found her, she’s at Mint Kitty a block away.” I turn in my chair and glare out the windshield.

“They’re all under age and out clubbing, what does that say about us?” Pope mutters. I ignore him, too focused on getting to Tate. I had some of my guys swing past her hotel and grab her shit. I know that little spitfire is going to fight and try and throw her weight around, but I’m not budging. She’ll be getting her ass on that plane even if I have to drug her again. I warned her to stop looking into us, I almost pleaded with her to stop but she ignored me.

I’ve spent six months watching her, getting to know her from afar. She became an obsession for me, something to fixate on aside from the need to destroy her brother. At the start, the sight of her made me sick just from knowing who she shared blood with. But as time drew on and I realized she was nothing like her father or brother, something shifted. I don’t know when or how but it did. Seeing her again on the plane and the fact she didn’t cower and cry like most would was intriguing.

She didn’t have to flaunt herself or offer her body to hold my attention, she already had it. Tatum Lawson is an addiction for me. I loved stalking her and breaking into her hotel rooms just to watch her sleep. I even resorted to stealing panties just to see if she would notice that they were missing, but she was too focused on work to take stock of her own belongings. She isn’t shallow and wants nothing from anyone. She wants to earn everything she has and won’t accept handouts.

“We all going in?” Omen asks when we pull up out front of the club. I manage a grunt and climb out. The bouncer takes one look at us and steps aside. Patrons who are lined up outside shout and curse but I ignore them. The bouncer may not know who the fuck I am, but even he can sense that I’m a predator and I’ll make him my fucking prey if he tries to stop me from getting to my Bambi.

The bass from the music and the sound of people shouting just to be heard over the music grates on my frail nerves. I don’t come to places like this because I hate the noise. Halo and Vat motion to me that they will search the left side while Omen and Pope take the right, leaving me the center.

Great, I get the fucking dance floor.

I push my way through the crowd. The guys take one look at me and shut their fucking mouths, the girls on the other hand, they’re thirsty fucking Twats I shudder in revulsion when one gets bold and cuts into my path. I glare down at her when she places a hand on my chest. I grind my teeth so hard they fucking ache, she has three seconds to get that fucking hand off me before I lose it.

“You look like you need some fun.” She tries to sound sexy but the smudged mascara and glassy look in her eyes has disgust rolling through me. If this is what kids these days think is hot, then I’ll fucking pass.

“Unless you want my girl to snap your arm for touching her man, I’d remove that hand if I was you.” I cut a glance to my side to see Vivian standing there with Archer and Ezekiel flanking her. I’ve never been more happy to see her in my life. The look she is giving the girl in front of me is cold enough to freeze hell over.

The girl clearly can’t take a hint. She looks at Vivian and then back to me and decides I’m not worth the trouble, but then she bats her lashes at Ezekiel, who shakes his head trying to warn the drunk idiot not to do it but she ignores him and smiles.

“I have a thing for blonds,” she says. Vivian’s eyes darken to almost pitch black as she steps forward. Ez wraps his hand around her arm to keep her from moving far.

“You try and hit onmyhusband again, you nasty little bitch, and I’ll break your fucking nose.” I bite my lip to keep from smiling at how territorial Vivian is being. The drunk girl pouts then looks at Archer who raises his hands and shakes his head. “You even think of trying anything with him and it will be your jaw I break, they are both mine, bitch.” Before more can be said I push the girl aside and face Vivian who is trying to peer around me to find the drunk bitch trying to climb her men.

“Where is she?”

Vivian purses her lips as she looks up at me. “Why would I tell you that after what happened with your ex today?” she says. I respect the fact that she is sticking up for her friend but now isn’t the time for her bullshit.

“Either tell me where she is or I start breaking necks in this middle of this fucking club to find her. Choose,” I growl. Ezekiel and Archer press in closer to their girl while scowling at me.

“Watch it, Butcher,” the blond punk says.

I meet his angry glare with one of my own. “Start talking or I start killing and your wife knows for a fact I don’t make idle threats.”

“Why do you want her, Alex? She was fucking certifiable today and I won’t help you hurt her,” Vivian pleads.

I sigh and scrub a hand down my face, utterly exhausted and just wanting to get the fuck out of here before I really do start killing cunts for fun if they keep bumping into me.

“Desire will hunt her just to get at me. She knows I care about Tate and because of that she has a target on her back. Help me and I swear to you I will keep her safe, but I can’t protect her here. She needs to come with me, Vivian.”

Vivian sighs and looks at each of her guys. I clench my fists at my sides trying to reign in my anger. She finally focuses back on me and I wait with a thread of patience for her answer.

“She’s near the back by the DJ, dancing with Nova and Hayze. Vox is watching over them.” I nod, then turn and start shoving cunts out of my way to get to my girl.

I spot her right where Vivian said they would be and trip over my own feet. I stand here and stare at her in a trance. She’s wearing a gold dress that hugs her curves perfectly. The top of it is bunched and hangs low enough to show the tops of her perfect tits. She spins and I get a look at the back. It’s open, the two thin straps that wrap around her neck are the only thing holding the bottom of the dress so it doesn’t expose the top of her ass. Her blonde hair is straight and loose, she looks like a fucking angel.

I see red when Hayze steps in closer to her, leaving only a couple inches of space between them. Rationally I know he is in love with Vivian and is only dancing, but he’s too fucking close to my girl for my liking and I’m about to change that shit.

Tatum

I needed this.

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