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’re staying here,” I tell her.
“What?” she gasps. “Haidyn, no—”
“Yes.” I interrupt her. “You’re not going.” With that, I pull out of her cunt and get up off the bed. The Lords are already fucking up my marriage and sex life.
She jumps up off the bed on shaky legs and glares at me. “They want me there. Not you.”
“Well, they will have to deal with me.” I pull on a pair of boxer briefs followed by a pair of jeans.
“If I don’t show, they’ll think I’m a coward.” She lets out a huff.
Leaving my jeans undone, I walk over to her and cup her face, forcing her to meet my stare. “You’re not a coward.”
She snorts rolling her eyes. “I married you to save my own ass. That’s the definition of a coward.”
She married me to save my ass and I’ll do whatever it takes to save hers as well. “I’ll tell them I forced you.”
“Haidyn—”
“You had no choice,” I push some brown strands behind her ear. If only she knew how far I’d go to get what I want.
Her eyes narrow on mine. “You told me we always have a choice. The Lords will know that I chose to save myself.”
“I’ll tell them that I drugged you, flew you to Vegas, and made you my wife.” I reach down and run my hand over her little diamond that she still wears from dipshit.
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbles on it.
Leaning forward, I plant a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be back soon, doll face.” Letting go, I turn around and give her my back and finish getting dressed. I have somewhere to be.
SIXTY-FIVE
CHARLOTTE
I’m lying in Haidyn’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. I feel like I could get sick at any moment worrying about what the Lords will say to him. I just keep reminding myself that I trust him. He wouldn’t have married me knowing he had to turn me over to them…he said it was our only option.
Getting out of bed, I begin to pace the room, needing movement and trying to clear my mind and keep the bile down that burns my throat. My stomach is in knots. Adam’s playlist still blasts in the living room, filtering into the bedroom and echoing through the large house. His song choices are a total contradiction of who I expect him to be. Right now, it’s “Always Remember Us This Way” by Lady Gaga. I go to leave the bedroom to turn it off, but the sound of my phone beeping gets my attention.
I rush over to it, wondering if it’s Haidyn to tell me how it went, and see it’s an incoming email from the Lords. The clock reads 12:10. Why would they send me this afterward? Haidyn is supposed to be there. Hell, I hope he’s already done and on his way home.
Taking a deep breath, I open it up and push play.
A concrete room comes into view and there’s a rectangular metal-like table in the center. Chains hang on the back wall in various lengths and sizes along with rope. It’s Carnage.
The sound of a door opening fills the large space, followed by an altered voice, making my pulse race. “Put him on the table.”
Two guys come into view next, and they’re dragging Haidyn. Each one under an arm. His head hangs forward, and blood drips onto the floor as his combat boots smear it while they haul him to the center of the room. They’ve beaten him unconscious.
My hands begin to shake at the sight of him, and my skin grows hot. Why is he at Carnage?
The thought has crossed my mind that this was a setup, and they wanted him at the cathedral alone tonight. It takes four Lords dressed in cloaks and masks to get his body onto the table.
A groan comes from his busted lips as they begin to strap him down with black leather belts, buckling him in place. The first one goes over his ankles securing his legs together at one end of the table. The second below his knees and the third over his jean-clad thighs.
My throat tightens, making it hard to breathe at the thought of them hurting him in any way. He was trying to save me.
A Lord steps into view and places a towel under a faucet, getting it wet, and Haidyn coughs up blood.
“Wake up.” One slaps the side of his face. His eyes don’t open, but he groans again as if in pain. “Wake up, Spade. Come on. It’s time for your punishment.”
Punishment? What did he do? They’re punishing him for making his whore his wife. It’s all my fault. I jump to my feet. My hands go to my mouth when I feel the bile burning my throat. Rushing to the bathroom, I manage to make it to the toilet on time as I throw up. My stomach tight and shoulders shake.