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)
“Haidyn—”
“But I never tried to kill myself because of it,” I spit. “You guys can believe whatever the fuck you want but tell the Lords the deal is done. I don’t want Charlotte involved.” It could cause them to dig into her deeper. Or the Lords may out her to them, hoping that my brothers take care of her. I won’t let them near her. It’s one of the reasons I’ve kept her as far away from here as possible. “And whoever I choose to fuck is no one’s business.”
“And apparently where you are and whether or not you’re alive is no one’s business either.” Kash snaps getting mad at me. “Where the fuck have you been, Haidyn?” he demands.
I look at Saint. “Saint knows where I’ve been. Don’t you? He dropped by my house the other day and said hi.” It’s a cheap shot but I’m ready for a fight. I’m also testing him to see if he mentions Adam being there. If he’ll add fuel to this fire or try to put it out.
“What the fuck, man?” Kash turns to face him. “His house? How the fuck did you know where he’s been?”
Saint’s jaw sharpens but he doesn’t answer. Instead, he just glares at me. Good choice.
Kashton turns his attention back on me. “Has it all been about her? Have you two been shacked up somewhere just so you can fuck her?” He scoffs at his own question. “As if you’ve ever needed privacy to fuck a woman.”
I step into him, and it takes everything I have to not break his goddamn nose. “What I do with her and how I choose to do it, is none of your business. So back the fuck off, Kash.” He needs to drop this conversation about my wife right now before he goes too far.
His nostrils flare and his chest bows out. I’m not in the mood for this shit. Not tonight.
Kash takes a step back, shaking his head as if disappointed in me. He’s not the first and definitely won’t be the last.
Giving them my back, I exit the basement and make my way to the birdcage to find Charlotte and Muffin asleep in bed.
After undressing, I crawl in next to her. She rolls over to face me, her arm going to my chest, and I run my fingers up and down it while I stare up at the ceiling.
“Everything okay?” she whispers.
“Everything’s fine, doll face. You’re safe,” I assure her and turn onto my side, kissing her forehead. “Go back to sleep.”
SIXTY-NINE
HAIDYN
Iwake to the sound of a knock on the door. Sliding my arm out from underneath my wife, I pull on a pair of boxer briefs that are on the floor and open my door. Kashton stands in front of me, both arms on the doorframe. His eyes slide to a sleeping Charlotte before they come back to mine.
“The Lords texted us.” His clipped voice informs me he’s still mad at me after what took place down in the basement.
My phone died hours ago, and I didn’t bother to charge it. “We don’t do assignments.” I go to shut the door, but he stops it with his foot.
“We’ve been scheduled for a pickup and delivery back here to Carnage.”
I sigh, running a hand down my face. Can’t we get one night without someone fucking it up? “I’ll meet you downstairs in ten.” I slam the door shut and walk back over to her.
Running my fingertips over her cheek, I push her dark hair from her bruised face. I have never been paranoid before, but everything seems suspicious regarding her. Like this? Are the Lords summoning me to leave her alone so something can happen to her here while I’m away? Surely not. They know she’s my wife. She’s not technically untouchable, but it does make her important—more so than she already was. And no one wants to see what I will do if they decide to target her.
Her eyes flutter open, and she looks up at me. “Come back to bed.” She reaches out and wraps her hand around my wrist.
I kneel next to the bed. “I’ll be back, okay?”
“Where are you going?” She yawns.
“The Lords need me, but I’ll be right back.”
“Wake me up.” Her eyes flutter shut, and I smile.
“Of course.” I kiss her forehead and stand. Shutting the door behind me, I make my way to the first floor and out the door.
The hearse that we use for Carnage sits running in the circle drive. Knowing Kash is inside, I open the passenger side door and fall into it.
Thankfully, he remains silent. We haven’t spoken since we were down in the basement and Saint admitted they made a deal with the Lords, other than him just coming to get me. I have nothing else to say about it. And I meant it when I told him to tell the Lords to fuck off.