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)
Fuck! I was hoping it wasn’t possible and that Kash was wrong when he told me his theories.
“Why the fuck would she let you into Carnage? What does she get from it?”
“All of you,” he answers, and I run a hand down my face.
“She wanted us dead?” Kash asks.
He nods. “Yes.”
I shake my head. He can’t be lying, but I think that’s just what he was told and made to believe. Otherwise, we’d already be dead.
“How did you know where our trackers were?” I ask. We’ve had ours since after our training, but Saint gave Ashtyn hers when he brought her back recently.
“Em-emerson,” he answers.
Saint steps forward. “How the fuck would he know where Ashtyn’s tracker was?”
“I-I don’t know…”
“I do,” I say and they both look at me. “That day you had Emerson escort her to the office. He had ripped open her robe, and you could see the bruise on her hip,” I say.
Saint runs a hand through his hair. “I should have killed him instead of cutting off his hand. Thankfully, I can remedy that mistake.”
I pull the picture out of my back pocket and show it to Benny. “Who is in this with you?”
He’s staring at the picture, but I don’t think he’s really seeing it. Saint grips his hair and yanks him to sit up. Grasping the back of his neck, he holds Benny in place so he can look at it. “Answer the fucking question,” he shouts, shaking him.
“It’s…it’s my cousin,” he slurs.
“What’s his name?” I demand. I figured they were related somehow.
“Hudson Owens,” he whispers.
Saint shoves him to the ground, and I sigh. “Well, at least we have a name,” I offer.
“Where the hell did you get that?” Saint asks me.
“After I left, I went to Vegas. Benny had someone set his place on fire, wanting everything destroyed. I guess in case we found out where he lived. He didn’t want anyone leading him to Ashtyn. But the picture survived. I’ve been searching for answers.”
“Why didn’t you give this to me when you found it?” he snaps.
“I’m giving it to you now,” I argue. “You almost beat him to death.” I point down at Benny. “Obviously, you wouldn’t have gotten any answers.”
“You don’t know that,” he shouts.
“Guys.” Kash steps forward, placing a hand on each of our chests to push us apart.
I turn to head upstairs and crawl into bed with my wife. The idea of being buried balls deep in her pussy is already helping my sour mood, but Saint ruins it when he speaks next.
“How’d you get Charlotte into your bed?”
I come to a stop and turn to face him. “Excuse me?”
He smirks, and Kashton runs his hand through his hair, growling, “Saint.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I demand, stepping back toward them.
“I’m just curious.” He crosses his tatted arms over his chest, widening his stance. He’s mad at me and wanting to start a fight.
“You know if it wasn’t for us, she wouldn’t be in your life.”
“Goddammit,” Kash hisses, giving us his back.
I highly doubt that, but I’ll bite. “Meaning?”
Saint steps into me. “We made a deal with the Lords.”
His words make my pulse race. I look at Kash, and he’s avoiding eye contact with me as he paces the hallway. “What kind of deal?” I demand, getting a sickening feeling that they know who she really is. Did they find out that she was lying about her identity? If so, what are they going to do about it? They can’t turn her in. She’s my wife. They just don’t know that I made her my Lady, and I’d prefer it to stay that way.
“We make sure you see a therapist, and they make sure you don’t end up down here in a cage,” Saint answers.
I frown, not understanding what he means.
Kashton sighs, his eyes finally meeting mine, and he softly speaks. “The Lords wanted us to lock you up, Haidyn. Not in a prisoner kind of way, but to protect you. After…” He swallows. “To make sure you didn’t off yourself.”
I grind my teeth. “I didn’t try to kill myself.” I’m really fucking tired of having to say those words.
“She hated you for what you did.” Kash states the obvious about the bitch who moved in to train us. “She saw our training as a chance to get revenge. And you took the most punishments—”
“I did.” I step closer to them. My narrowed eyes go to Saint’s. She hated me for other reasons, but my brothers didn’t deserve what she had planned for them. “Because I was the one who helped Ashtyn escape.” He stiffens at my confession although this isn’t fucking news to him since Benny ratted me out. “I did my best to keep her attention on me because it was my fault the Lords sent her,” I growl.