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Chapter Thirty-Two

Archer

“What exactly am I watching?” I clip out, sitting here for hours watching all these monitors has my eyes fucking aching.

“When they pass a camera the software Vatican designed will ping their facial features and alert us, we’ll be able to track them and determine what direction they are heading.” I kick my feet on the makeshift desk and cross my arms over my chest, my anger still simmering over the fact Alex the cock head wouldn’t let us leave, then Ezekiel and Vox pleaded with us to remain calm and not fuck this stupid plan of Vivian’s up. When I get my hands on her I am going to wring her pretty little fucking neck, and then punish her in the only way I know how.

Orgasm denial .

That should do the trick. I smile to myself and picture just how I plan to do that. My blissful state is interrupted when fucking Halo jerks forward in his seat. I nearly fall out of my own when I try to match his move, the bastard has his face practically pressed against one of the monitors. I try to peer around him but I can’t see shit. I shove his shoulder but he just growls and remains where the fuck he is!

“Dude, either move the fuck over or tell me what you are seeing?” I snarl.

“Vatican, Omen, get Alex now,” Halo calls out. When I try to shove him out of the way again, the fucker pulls a blade and has it pressed against my throat. He moved so swiftly I didn’t even anticipate the move. “If you get in the way of me doing my job, I will put you in the ground and not lose a wink of fucking sleep over it, clear?” He doesn’t wait for a response as he turns back to the screen effectively dismissing me, which grates on my already frayed nerves. Within a minute everyone has gathered around us. Vox nudges me to try to garner my attention but I ignore him, too focused on trying to catch a glimpse of the screen,

“What have you got?” Alex asks.

“I have a sighting of Thomas himself with another cunt I don’t recognize,” Halo answers as he sits back so we can all view the screen. The instant I see Thomas’s face, white hot rage runs through my veins, but then I flick my gaze to the guy beside him and lean forward to make sure it's who I think it is.

“Get out of the fucking way,” one of Alex’s minions snaps but I ignore him. I pull back and turn to face Vox, Ez and Hayze who all wear varying looks of surprise.

“How the fuck is Leo involved in this?” I ask.

“He was never a member of the Saints,” Hayze adds.

“Vivian would never have inducted him,” Ez announces. I nod my head in agreement. Vivi would never have allowed Leo to join after what he did.

“That traitor would have helped Thomas so he could get revenge against us for what we did to him.” The anger that laces Vox’s tone can be felt, knowing Thomas is behind this is one thing but to learn that someone we once went to school with and played on the fucking football team with, is helping this cunt, has my stomach churning. It’s clear we can’t trust anyone but ourselves. This whole town is filled with two-faced bastards that are only out to help themselves.

“I’ll kill the son of a bitch for helping him,” Hayze vows.

“There’s another angle,” Halo says, then clicks a couple buttons on his keyboard so the screen shifts and a new picture appears, but it's the side of the car. My blood turns cold, I can see her through the center of the front seats, huddled in the backseat with a terrified look on her face that has every emotion inside me firing on all cylinders.

My baby.

I just got her back and I won’t fucking lose her. I can’t be without her again. Turning my back on Vivi the first time was excruciating and the pain nearly crippled me but this time, it would kill me. I can feel the raw emotions wafting off the guys and I know they are feeling everything I am. No one needs to say a single word, we all know we are about to go to war for that girl and there is nothing anyone can do to stop us. Vox pulls his phone from his pocket and dials someone, he stands tense and poised as if he’s ready to strike at any moment.

“Witch?” My attention is captured at the mention of his pet name for Nova.

“Is she okay?” Ezekiel asks with worry lacing his tone. Vox puts the call on speaker so we can all hear.

“Vox, I’m okay but Vivian is gone.” Panic is evident in Nova’s voice.

“I know, baby. Where are you?” he urges.

“I’m at the safe house. She was with me last night and when I woke up to grab a glass of water I checked in on her but her bed was empty. The two guards are dead and I’m… scared,” she admits, which just causes Vox to grind his teeth and clench his phone in a vice-like hold.

“Where are you, baby? Send me your location, I’m coming to you now,” he says.

“Go to my sister and we’ll go after Vivian,” Ez says. Vox snaps his head up and stares at Ez. A range of emotions are flickering through his eyes but it's clear he is battling with the instinct to protect his twin, but on the other hand every part of him wants to race to the girl he loves and make sure she is safe.

“Vox?” The sound of Nova’s voice seems to shake him out of his battle.

“Yeah?” he answers.

“Go after your sister. I would never make you choose between?—”

Vox cuts her off. “I love you, witch.” Then he looks between me, Ez and Hayze with a hard unyielding stare. “It’s because I love you that I know these idiots will do whatever it takes to save my sister, because they love her like I love you.” The three of us nod our heads, promising him that we won’t let him down and we will save our girl. “Hang tight, baby. Send me your location.” Vox ends the call and straightens. I can feel Alex and his four sidekicks staring at us but we ignore them. “So fucking help me, man, don’t make me regret trusting you three to save my sister. Vivian is tough but she isn’t unbreakable. Save her… please.”

Hayze lays a hand on Vox’s shoulder, no trace of his usual humor is to be seen as he stares him down. “On my life, we won’t let anything happen to her. Go save your girl so we can save ours.”

Vox nods then looks to Ez. “Bring her back.”

“You have my word, brother. Keep my little sister safe until I get back,” Ez instructs.

Vox turns to me next and I don’t cower under the scrutiny of his stare. “You make sure you treat her right, asshole. Don’t fuck her over because I will kill you if you break her heart.”

I nod. “If I hurt her, you would have to beat these two to get to me.” My answer seems to appease him. When his phone pings with a message, I know its Nova sending him a pin to her location because his shoulders droop.

“I gave you my word that I would protect your sister, I meant it.” Vox looks at Alex in surprise. “Calvin and Gary are out front, they will ride with you to get your girl and watch your six. We now have an idea of Thomas and your sister’s location, we’ll bring her back,” Alex promises. Vox steps forward and stops a foot away from Alex. The pair stare at each other and I start to wonder if Vox is going to take a swing, but then he stuns us all when he holds his hand out for Alex to shake.

“Thank you. The Filthy Few will now owe you a debt.” I cut a glance to Hayze and Ez to find both of them standing there looking equal parts shocked and in disbelief. The Filthy Few have never offered a debt without being asked a favor.

Alex places his hand in Vox’s and shakes it. “Get out of here and get your girl, we have a bunch of whacked up snobs to kill and a girl to save.”

“Wait.” Everyone turns toward Omen who is pointing at the screen. “We have girls to save.”

“What?” I mutter as I lean forward. I have to squint slightly to see properly but the moment I do, I recognize the girl in the backseat. “That’s the bartender from Vivian’s club.”

“Tatum,” Alex says aloud, the hint of hatred that laces his one word answer has questions brewing inside me but I don’t say nothing.

“Either she is a part of this bullshit or she is a victim as well,” Halo adds.

“I’m not jumping to conclusions, we need facts. You all know the drill, we run on facts only and not speculation. Am I clear?” I watch in fascination as the four guys all mumble their yes’s and nod their heads. It isn’t hard to see that Alexander has their loyalty and it's not the type of loyalty you buy, it’s earned. Vatican, Halo, Omen and Pope would die for him. “Get geared up, we roll out in five.” He then turns to Halo and focuses on him. “Find me the exact route they took and give me a location. I want all our forces mobilized and ready to go in on my command.”

They all take off to get ready, leaving the four of us alone. We each wish Vox good luck and promise to update as soon as we have Vivian. When he leaves, the three of us seem to drop our facade and show each other our true emotions.

Fear.

Worry.

Doubt.

We’re worried we won’t get to her in time.

We fear Thomas has had too much time to inflict pain on our girl.

We doubt ourselves because we’re terrified that once this is all over and she no longer needs rescuing, she’ll change her mind on how she feels about us.

“We watch each other’s backs,” Ez says, trying to take control of the situation and redirect our wayward thoughts. “We go in there with one purpose—save Vivian.”

“What about Thomas?” Hayze asks.

“She is our main priority. We get her out and then we go back and take out as many of those sons of bitches as we can.” Ez’s ominous tone says more than he is willing to admit. He doesn’t plan to come out of this fight alive, he wants to take the head of the snake so Vivian can be free for real this time.

“We’re with you,” I say firmly, his face contorts in remorse but he nods regardless.

“Until the end, brother,” Hayze tacks on.

“No matter what, I want you both to know that you will always be my brothers and growing up with you both and Vox is what kept me alive. We may not share blood, but you three are my family.”

“As you are mine,” I say with conviction.

“Stop with this sad shit, I have too many reasons to live and the main reason is waiting for us to save her. So, get your fucking heads in the game and let’s go get our girl, so we can punish her ass tomorrow for thinking she doesn’t need us.” Both Ez and I smile at Hayze, he always knows how to lighten a mood and keep our spirits up.

Ready or not, baby, we’re coming for you…