Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
I slowly get to my feet. “What do you mean Whitney is missing?” I haven’t heard that name in so long. She was on the run too from Tyson Crawford. Poor thing, she’s lucky she got away. Whitney ran to Vegas and became a Queen. But I never spoke to her. We kept our distance. I was too afraid if she got caught, I’d be found.
“After seeing you and the stunt that Kash pulled, I called Titan to check on Whitney. I had been trying to get ahold of her since I saw the wreck your place was in, hoping she could help me find you. But she hasn’t been answering my texts or messages either.”
“What did Titan say?” I ask, having a tightening in my chest. “Is she okay?”
“He said not to worry about her. That she was where she belongs.”
My stomach drops at her words. “He said those exact words?” I question.
“Yeah. I didn’t get a good feeling about it, and when I questioned him further, he dismissed me.” She huffs. “Typical man.”
Where the fuck could she be? And where should she be?
“How are you doing? How are you feeling? Are you taking care of yourself?”
That sounds like such an odd question, considering I don’t have control over myself. But I tell her, “Yeah.” I don’t want to worry her. She can’t do anything for me.
“What about birth control? You’re still taking it, right? I don’t want them to knock you up and trap you.”
“Of course.” I snort. “God, could you imagine…?” I trail off, coming to a stop. “I have an IUD,” I say more to myself than her.
“That’s good.”
But a memory comes to mind of how I woke up when I got here. I was naked, tied to a table, and they put me to sleep. I felt like I was out for hours, but all they did was place a tracker in me. Right?
What if…they had someone remove my IUD? What if they tied my tubes? A hysterectomy? Would I know that? From what I remember, all women must be sterilized here at Carnage. I’m no longer his. I’m a prisoner here. Like all the rest. No…could Saint do that? He was mad that I fucked other men when I thought he was dead. So I can see him making it impossible that another man could knock me up.
That thought makes me weak in the knees. Saint hasn’t given me any contraceptives to take. He hasn’t used a condom that I know of. He also hasn’t fucked my cunt while I’ve been awake. Only my mouth. He’s also the only one out of the three who I’ve been with. I know why Haidyn hasn’t touched me. He hates me.
But Kashton? I nibble on my bottom lip before asking, “What’s up with you and Kash?” Maybe Jasmine is the reason he hasn’t touched me. Maybe he’s in love with her or something. I almost laugh at that thought. Lords never love a woman.
“I don’t want to talk about him.” She dodges my question. “Kashton isn’t important. You are, Brit—” She stops herself. “Ashtyn.”
I want to ask her more questions about her and Kashton, but I know she won’t answer. So I tell her, “I promise I’m fine.”
“Where are you? I’ll come and visit.”
“No. No. No. Don’t do that,” I rush out. I’m not sure what has been said between the Lords and Bones, but it was obviously getting heated at the show, and I don’t want to cause any problems for her. Fuck the Lords and Bones, but I won’t put her in harm’s way.
“Ashtyn, you don’t sound like a woman who is okay.” She huffs.
“I…I don’t know where I’m at.” I lie to her, and my throat tightens.
She’s quiet for a long second before she speaks. “I’m saving your new number, and if I don’t hear from you at least once a day, I’m coming to find you. Got it?”
A smile spreads across my face. “Got it.”
SAINT
I’m sitting at my desk when the door flings open, slamming into the interior wall. My head snaps up, Kashton grabs his gun, and Haidyn jumps to his feet.
“What the fuck, Ash?” Kash barks, dropping his gun to his side. “You want to die today?”
“Where is Whitney?” she demands, ignoring Kashton while glaring at me. “And what did you do to me when I arrived? Other than the tracking device?”
The room falls silent, and my teeth clench. I look over at Kashton, and he runs his hand through his hair, letting out a long breath. Giving her that damn phone was the worst thing he could have possibly done. I don’t know Jasmine, but she’s going to fuck shit up. Kashton just wants some sort of lifeline to her since Jasmine has apparently blocked his number. I’m not sure what he did to her in the bathroom back in New York, but it was enough to piss her the fuck off.