Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
“No. She left you. She never belonged to Kashton or me. She was yours, and you let us borrow her. Big difference.”
I did. I got off on watching my brothers get off. She loved it. And that’s what turned me on the most. She was mine to use, but she was also mine to loan out. Now she’s under our roof and the three of us will make sure she’s always on her knees. “Well, she’s ours now,” I say just as Kashton enters.
“I sent a car for the girls. They’ll be here soon,” he announces.
Haidyn gives us his back once more and stares out the windows, watching the clouds roll in. It’s supposed to storm its ass off for the next few days. The thought makes me smile. I love to watch the world go dark.
I walk into our office and sit behind my desk. The first thing I do is pull up the camera footage on my computer. Ashtyn stands in her bathroom, hands on her stomach, while she stares at herself in the mirror. Tears run down her cheeks while her fingers lower to her brand. Even though she’s had it for years, it was more of a reminder of where she came from. Now it’s a reality.
I placed a tracking device in her while she was out this time. She’ll never get away from me now.
Sedation at the time was the best option because I didn’t want her to know just yet who had her or what was happening. Seeing the look on her face in the bathroom when her eyes met mine was worth the wait.
She takes a few steps back, her naked body shaking with the sobs as tears run down her face like the rain that hits the windows at my back. She’s a sobbing mess, and it makes me smile.
Cry for me, sweetheart.
The door opens to the office, and I look up to see Kashton enter. He plops down at his desk to my left and looks at me. “The girls arrived. At least they’ll keep Haidyn busy for the day.”
I snort. “Maybe.” If he doesn’t kill them.
“We can only hope.” He picks up the remote to the TV on his desk and turns on the seventy-inch screen that’s anchored on the far wall.
A friend of ours appears, standing outside of his business. BLACKOUT is written in black letters behind him and his wife who stands next to him. Her hand on her belly. It’s not noticeable yet, but she’s expecting.
She’s got the biggest smile on her face when he reaches down and grabs her right hand as he addresses the large gathering of reporters. He wants the world to know that she is his everything. I get it. He gave up his life for her. And almost ended up losing everything he loves.
Sitting back in my seat, the news goes to a commercial, and I pick up my cell, dialing his number.
“Saint? What’s going on?” Tyson Crawford answers on the second ring.
“Just saw you on the news. Thought I’d call and check in.” My Spade brothers and I don’t have many friends, but Tyson is about as close as they come.
He chuckles. “That’s like the fifth time they’ve played that clip. I knew I could count on them to get my point across.”
I almost laugh at his choice of words. I knew there was a reason he allowed his wife to be seen. “How’s the build going?” I ask about Blackout.
“Faster than I expected. Opened last week.” Before I can say anything, he asks, “Find what you were looking for?”
My eyes drop to my computer screen that still has Ashtyn pulled up in the bathroom. She’s got the water running in the tub. “I did. Thanks for that by the way.” If he hadn’t handed over Whitney, I’d still be looking for her.
He snorts. “Whatever I can do to help.”
“Tyson—?”
I hear his wife in the background entering the room. “I’ll let you go. Just wanted to call and see how things were going,” I add, not wanting to keep him.
“Come by the club. Bring the guys. Drinks are on me.”
I nod to myself, watching Ashtyn step into the bathtub. “Yeah. We’ll take you up on that.”
We hang up, and I see Kashton staring at me. “What was that about?” he asks.
“Tyson.” I stand, pocketing my cell. “He invited us out to Blackout.”
He types away on his computer. “I’m always up for a night out.”
That night Tyson messaged me a picture of Ashtyn on her stomach with her hands tied behind her back and tears running down her face saved her life. At the time, I was grateful for that. But a month later, I was lying on the floor bleeding because she shot me. Like her brother, she chose herself.
I should have seen it coming, but I was blinded. The Lords assumed she might have been dead, and in a sense, she was. Still is. She had to live a life as someone else after she escaped Carnage. But not here. Not this time. She’ll be Ashtyn—my little whore who will beg me. And I’ll be the man I should have been all along—a ruthless Lord with a pet to play with.