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)
I go to rush him, but his words stop me. “Did you like your gift?”
I tense at the way he laughs.
“I brought her back to you.” He points at my wife on her knees, and I look at her confused and then back at him. “See…it took me some time to figure out how to do it, but here we are.” He raises his arms out wide. “As much fun as I had whipping and raping your wife for the past four days, I thought I’d let her go and run back to you. Now you get to suffer the way that I did.”
I haven’t had the chance to speak to Ashtyn about what happened while she was away. But she didn’t have to tell me. Devin read me the results. “What the fuck are you talking about?” I bark.
“Ashtyn is pregnant, right?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I avoid his question. One, because I don’t know who the fuck this is. And two, because I don’t know why he would think that. I mean, could be just a guess. She’s a Lady, and we’re supposed to reproduce.
He chuckles. “I thought she taught you better than to lie.”
I look at Kashton, and he’s white in the face. After Ash left and our training began, all staff was removed, and hers was brought in. Because she didn’t want anyone favoring us. We were no longer Lords, just prisoners until she was done with us. He had to have been one of them. They were always dressed in cloaks and masks.
He looks at my wife. “You see, sweetheart, your precious Lord made sure he would get you pregnant.”
She shakes her head, not believing it.
“Isn’t that right, Saint?” He doesn’t let me answer. “But no worries. I’m here to repay the favor. An eye for an eye.”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. What eye? What fucking favor?” As much as I want to slit his throat, the more he talks, the more time he gives us to come up with a plan. And that just keeps him busy. If he’s talking to me, he’s ignoring her.
He steps toward me. “I’m going to let you watch her lose yours, like I watched her lose mine.”
Kashton looks at me like “what the fuck,” and I start to laugh. “She’s never been pregnant.”
He looks over at Ashtyn. “Tell him, Ash. Tell him how hard it was on you when you lost our son.”
I look at my wife, and her watery eyes are on the floor. “Look at me.” Her shoulders begin to shake as her mumbled sobs fill the room. “Ashtyn!”
The man standing behind her grips her hair and yanks her head back. Her tear-filled eyes meet mine before they close and fresh tears run down her taped face.
The man laughs. “Not only did she keep that from you, but she had help.”
She begins to sob.
That part doesn’t surprise me. I knew that Laura had helped her.
“But don’t worry, I took care of that for you too.”
Laura? Did he kill Laura? I look at Sin, and he’s confused as fuck. He has no clue how much Laura was involved in our lives in the past. I promised him I’d take care of her until the baby was born. “If you killed her…”
“Her?” Ace laughs. “Your brother, Saint. I killed your brother.” He looks over at Ashtyn. “Haidyn knew she was pregnant with my child, and he also helped her escape.”
ASHTYN
Four Years Ago
I run out of her office, not caring that Laura’s calling out to me. I can’t hear anymore. So many lies. So much betrayal. And now a baby?
Sucking in breath after breath, I round a corner and run into someone. I scream as hands grab at me and lift me off my feet. I kick and fight, but they drag me into a room. It’s one of the fathers. She called them to come get me and take me downstairs. They’re going to kill my baby, force me to have a hysterectomy, and then throw me in a cell.
Saint won’t protect me, not after what he finds out. A hand slaps over my mouth, muffling my screams, and I buck wildly since my nose is so stopped up I can’t breathe through it.
“Shh, Ashtyn, calm down.” A familiar voice growls.
My body instantly goes limp, and he releases my mouth. I sob as he sits me in a chair and kneels in front of me. “What the fuck is going on?” He places his hands on my shaking thighs and rubs them over my legs.
“I’m…pregnant,” I cry, knowing I can trust him.
“Shit.” He sighs, running his hand through his hair. “Does Saint know?”
I shake my head, tears spilling from my eyes, and I run my hand under my runny nose.
“I’ll call him.” He stands and removes his cell from his pocket, and I slap it out of his hand. “Ash—”