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)
Reaching over, I grab my cell off my nightstand and pull up the group chat with the guys.
Did anyone see Ashtyn while I was gone?
Kashton: Nope. I’m still out with Melony.
Haidyn: I haven’t been at Carnage all day.
Sighing, I place my phone back on the nightstand and lie down with her. My hand gently strokes her soft hair, giving her cold cheek a kiss. I settle in and close my eyes ready to get some sleep as well.
THIRTY
ASHTYN
I haven’t been trapped in Carnage long, and I’m already getting depressed, and I think Saint can tell. He’s been extra sweet. Trying to keep me busy and my mind off my dead mother because he thinks that’s why I was so upset last week when he came home to find me passed out. It couldn’t have been further from the truth.
I’m in a constant state of panic. Him finding out I’m pregnant and that I’m hiding it from him. There is no good outcome. I’m just biding my time, trying to come up with a solution to save me and the baby. He thinks fucking me is a distraction, and in a way, it is. I never have to think when I give him my body. But I’m exhausted, mentally and physically drained.
Having to keep this secret from him is making me sick. Or I guess it could be the pregnancy. Either way, it’s getting worse.
It's almost three in the morning, and I find myself wandering aimlessly inside the main building of Carnage. I couldn’t sleep. My mind runs a hundred miles an hour trying to figure out where my future goes from here. I used to think I didn’t have one, but now I realize it’s true.
I was digging last night asking him when I get to leave here. Or just live a normal life. His response was I have to hide out here until my father returns and everything settles down. I call bullshit. He’s just telling me things he thinks I want to hear. Those who are sent here don’t escape. I’ve seen more evil here in the past month than I ever knew possible. I always thought the Lords were sick, but what the Spade fathers do is just pure disgusting. I wish Saint and I could run away, start a family, and live happily ever after. But like my mother once told me, Lords don’t love the women in their lives. My time here has proven she was right.
I’m not sure how much more time I have before I start showing. But once I do, it’ll all be over. I can’t lie to him forever.
I walk down a hallway and turn a corner to see a door cracked open. Looking back over my shoulder, I make sure I’m not being followed. So many people have been killed within these walls that a cold chill always follows you—as if their souls are left behind.
Pushing the door open, I step inside and come to a stop. My body stiffens at what I see. Four men lie facedown and blood covers the floor. The sound of it dripping through the drains in the floor echoes throughout the cold room.
I’ve seen bodies before, but these seem…different. They all have black hoods over their heads, and their arms are cuffed behind their backs. Of course, they’ve been killed—execution style.
Walking over to one of them, I bend down and carefully pull on the top of the hood. The blood covering it makes it sticky, but I manage to remove it. I drop it to the floor and look over the hole that’s in the center. Bile begins to rise, and my breathing catches.
Leaning over, I look at his cuffed wrists, pulling on his sleeves, and the sight of a wedding ring catches my attention. It’s a simple silver band. I remove it and bring it up to my face. I squint to see the words engraved on the inside.
“Hey?” a voice snaps at me, causing me to drop it while taking a quick step back when I see two men standing there. “What the fuck did you do?”
They both wear a Lords mask and cloak covering a hundred percent of their bodies. They even have gloves on. “I…uh…”
“Call the guards,” one snaps to the other.
The voice is altered so I can’t tell who they are. I lift my hands. “I didn’t do this. I found them…”
“Bullshit!” he shouts, cutting me off.
The other walks to the opposite side of the room and pushes the intercom button. “Code 26,” he snaps into it, and I take another shaky step back.
“I swear.” Tears fill my eyes. How could I kill four men? I would never. Let alone tie them up. And a gun? I don’t have one of those.
“Contain her,” the one by the intercom shouts, and I turn and run.