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)
“And if it is?”
He looks up to meet Kashton’s stare, answering his question. “I’ll keep in touch. I’ll message you but only those present here. Ashtyn will remain thinking I’m dead until I say so.” He looks at Saint, who gives him a nod, dropping his eyes to the black-and-white carpet.
“And if something happens to you, then what?” I ask.
“Then I’ll be calling you,” his boss answers, and I get a chill down my spine. Our brother will be dead.
“So this is what…?” Saint asks, hands out wide and sitting back in his chair. “A final goodbye?”
“This is me not wanting any more lies,” Adam responds softly.
His boss leans forward, placing his elbows on his slacks. His eyes land on mine. “You and your wife opened up a new door when you discovered Dollhouse.”
I snort.
“We’ve been looking for their operation for years.”
“Whoa?” Saint points at the open folder on the table. “Are you saying that Dollhouse was a stash house or some shit for sex trafficking?”
I look at Bill, and his eyes are already on mine. I look away, getting a sickening feeling in my gut.
“Benny was holding Ash there at the house.” Adam growls and Saint gets to his feet and starts to pace as Adam adds. “It makes sense they’re all linked.”
Adam’s boss nods and answers Saint’s previous question. “They run women and men through Dollhouse like it’s a revolving door. They have auctions and parties all the time.”
Saint comes to a stop and sits back down in his seat.
The plane falls silent, and Adam looks at me. Then I notice his boss is also glaring at me. Another look at Bill and I huff. “What?” I ask feeling awkward at their stares.
Adam sighs, glancing at his boss and then back to me. “We think Isabella was going to use you.”
I give a rough laugh. “Use me how?” Of course she was going to make me her toy. An experiment for her to play with. That’s what she did when she was running Carnage.
“As a sex slave.” Bill is the one who answers.
My laughter grows. “You’re joking, right?”
“Think about it, Haidyn.” Adam starts. “She gave you a vasectomy. That way you couldn’t knock anyone up. She was going to sell you out to the highest bidder as long as you were alive.”
My laughter dies, and that silence returns.
“But he’s a Spade brother,” Saint argues. “Why give him a vasectomy when he could give her children that will be just as powerful as she wanted Charlotte to be.”
“You just answered your own question,” Bill states.
Saint runs a hand down his face. “Explain it because it’s been a long week, and I’m really fucking tired.”
“Because of Charlotte.” It’s Adam who speaks. “She was willing to give Haidyn a vasectomy to make sure Charlotte couldn’t have his children. And that makes him perfect for Dollhouse.”
“Goddammit.” Kash sighs, and I look over at him. “It does make sense.”
“I’ve seen some shit over the last four years and believe me when I say you guys have no idea what kind of evil is out there. The Lords are involved, but it also goes way beyond that. And the women can be just as sick as the men. And Charlotte—?”
“What about my wife?” I interrupt him.
At the mention of Charlotte, Bill throws back what’s left of his drink, and I wonder just how much he knows that he’s never going to tell us.
Adam is the one who answers. “I think she had more plans for her daughter than she wanted you to know about.”
“Meaning what?” Kash questions.
“For one…a breeder…”
“No.” I slam my fist down on the small table and stand.
“What do you mean by breeder?” Saint asks, reminding me that I haven’t filled them in on that yet. Bill frowns at me as if I’ve had plenty of time to tell them everything. I ignore him.
“Anything is possible. They bring in big money.” Adam goes on and my teeth clench, knowing he’s not wrong. “Children are not only being given to the Lords, but they’re being sold.”
Saint puts up his hand. “Are you saying children within the society are being sold outside of the society?”
“It’s been happening since the beginning,” Bill states. “But they were able to keep it under wraps for a while.”
Adam nods to Saint’s question and adds to Bill’s statement. “You have to be born into the Lords, but people are getting desperate. Word has gotten out, and they want an opportunity to join. When they realize they have no chance at being a member themselves, they try to buy their way in. Thinking their ‘adopted’ children will then reproduce in the future.”
“Wait…” Saint gives a humorless laugh. “So they what…‘adopt’ children from the Lords and then force them to breed with their biological children later on down the road so their bloodline is crossed with a Lord?”