Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
“You’ll be safe up here. The door automatically locks the moment it shuts. It requires my fingerprint or a code.”
My stomach sinks at the thought of him leaving me. A part of me wants to jump him like I did in the basement and beg him to fuck me. The other wants to punch the fuck out of him for making me feel safe. Maybe I can do both? “How long will you be gone?” I decide to ask instead.
“I’m not sure,” he answers honestly, and I let out a huff.
His frown deepens, and I take a step back, needing space to breathe. I can still taste that man’s hand on my mouth, and the thought of vomiting still lingers. I want him to kiss me again and make it go away. I want his hands holding me down while he tells me I’m such a good little whore and I can take it. To come all over his cock just so he can flip me over and fuck my ass.
“You can take a shower if you want.” It’s as if he knows I feel dirty. “I have clothes in the closet that you can change into. Wear whatever you want.”
A knock on his door makes me jump. My teeth clench when he notices. I have to get my shit together.
He walks over to the door and opens it. “Haidyn, I got your text.”
Jesus! How many people has he texted?
He allows the man to enter and shuts the door behind him. Haidyn begins explaining what happened in the bathroom at the gas station, and the guy I know as Devin suggests I sit down on the couch. I do so to please them both. I don’t have the energy to fight them right now. The adrenaline has worn off, and I’m getting tired. And I guess any hope I had of getting fucked is dead since we’re no longer alone.
Devin looks me over, shining a light in my eyes and feeling around my head and throat before he gives me some pain reliever and says everything looks good. That I might have a headache, some bruising, and be sore. But I wasn’t raped or beaten unconscious. Who knows what the man had planned for me.
Haidyn’s cell rings, and he pulls it out of his pocket. “I have to take this,” he tells Devin, who shoos him away as he speaks to me. I ignore him and watch Haidyn step out onto the balcony. I try to hear what he’s saying.
“Yeah, she’s okay…thanks, man…yeah, I’m at Carnage…he’s looking her over now. Yeah, I’ll meet you down there…” He nods to himself and hangs up.
As he enters the room again, I drop my eyes to the floor, hoping he doesn’t notice I was listening. He obviously wanted privacy, but he should have stepped out of the room completely. Maybe he doesn’t want to leave me alone. No. That’s just me thinking he actually cares. He’s about to leave me to go to the basement.
“Everything looks good,” Devin reassures him once again.
“Thanks, man.” They do a bro handshake half hug, and he walks Devin to the door, letting him out before closing it and coming to kneel in front of me. “I’m going downstairs. I’ll be back soon, and we’ll head home, okay?”
I don’t know if he realizes he called his house home, but I hate the butterflies it gives me. “Okay.” I nod, feeling awkward all of a sudden. The reminder that I kissed him down in the basement in front of Saint and Kashton. What will they think now? Will they ask him what we’re doing? Hell, for all I know, Haidyn has already told them I’m a spy sent by the Lords.
Getting to his feet, he cups my face with both his hands and leans in to kiss my forehead.
Fuck, I hate when he’s like this—gentle—and pretends to care about me. As if I’m breakable. It makes me feel weak. As if I need the reminder. I’d rather him strip me naked, tie me down, and gag me while he fucks my ass and calls me his good girl.
That makes me his whore. When he’s gentle, it makes me vulnerable.
Without another word, he exits his room, locking me inside, and I find myself falling onto the floor, arms and legs fanned out, staring up at the ceiling and thinking what the fuck do I do now?
HAIDYN
I enter the basement, stepping off the elevator to see Sin has joined Saint and Kashton. He turns to face me, holding out his fist. “Here you go,” he says cheerfully, referring to the phone conversation we had minutes ago.
“Was it hard to get?” I ask.
He drops the USB drive into my hand. I had texted Saint and Kash to be ready for me at Carnage—that I was bringing someone in. I had also messaged Sin to stop by the gas station and grab the footage while I was there with Charlotte. If the man isn’t a Lord, I didn’t need surveillance of her entering the bathroom and me dragging an unconscious man out of the women’s restroom and tossing him into her SUV. I’m just glad we weren’t on my bike because we would have had to wait for Sin to show up to haul him here for me.