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)
“Hello?” the female answers and my heavy eyes fall closed as a tear runs down the side of my face.
“Whit-ney…?”
I never could bring myself to ask her if Saint was alive, and she never offered that information. As far as I knew, she didn’t know. Her senior year, she had been given to a Lord—Tyson Crawford—and when she needed to escape the world, she came to Las Vegas and became a Queen. The Kings made sure that our information stayed discreet. I’m not saying they care about us, but they care about their clients who pay a lot of money for their services.
She jumps to her feet and rushes me. Her movements aren’t fast but they catch me by surprise, and I freeze in place. Before she makes contact with my body, Haidyn steps in front of me and reaches out, gripping her neck. He picks her up off her feet, spins her around and slams her into the concrete wall.
I gasp, my hands coming up to my face.
“We’ve talked about this, Whitney,” he says calmly while she gasps now lying on the floor. “Now…what do you say?” He grabs her dirty and matted hair, yanking her to her knees forcing her to face me.
My wide eyes meet his before they drop to her sunken ones.
“Fucking bitch!” she sneers.
“Whitney, I never meant—”
“Luke should have killed you!” she screams, thrashing in his hold.
Who the fuck is Luke?
“Just like my sister. I should have let him kill you both!” Her shrill voice hurts my ears, and I reach up, placing my hands over the side of my head as my eyes sting with unshed tears.
This is what Carnage does to you. It makes you go crazy.
SAINT
I rush down the hall and enter Whitney’s room, pushing Ashtyn out of my way as Haidyn yanks Whitney off the floor by her hair. He slams her down onto the stretcher, and I help him strap her down while leaving her in the straitjacket.
She’s screaming and thrashing the best she can, but she’s weak.
We get her tightly secured, and I turn to look at Ashtyn. This is why I didn’t want her down here. Nothing good could come of this. What the fuck could she possibly ask that Whitney would tell her the truth? Whitney is not on her side. Never has been and never will be.
Ashtyn steps back into the hall, and her wide eyes meet mine. I say nothing, and she turns and runs back toward the elevator. I head after her only to stop right outside the door when I see her standing in the hallway. Tyson Crawford and his wife stand in front of her.
Whitney screaming behind me fills the cold space as Tyson reaches out and pushes his pregnant wife behind him, blocking Ashtyn’s view of her.
I see Haidyn come up next to me, and Ashtyn takes in a shaky breath. “You should have killed me when you had the chance,” she whispers to Tyson.
He holds her stare and opens his mouth to speak when Lake steps forward. “I can answer any questions you have.”
“No,” Tyson snaps at his wife.
She smiles at Ashtyn, ignoring Tyson. “Everyone deserves to know the truth about their life.” Lake goes to pull away from Tyson, but he yanks her back with his hand in hers. Pausing, she steps in front of him and kisses his lips before pulling her arm free and walking toward the elevator. I allow Ashtyn to follow.
Honestly, Lake knows just enough that might pacify Ashtyn for now. There’s still so much more that she doesn’t need to know. It wouldn’t do her any good, just harm.
“You think that’s a good idea?” Tyson asks me, shoving his hands into his jean pockets once the girls are in the elevator and headed upstairs where it’s safe.
I shrug. “Can’t be worse than Whitney.”
He walks toward us, and we turn to all three enter Whitney’s cell. “Has she given you anything?”
“No,” Haidyn answers. “We’ve had her in the jacket for three days and nothing. I don’t think she’ll give up any information.”
“Ty-son,” she chokes out, yanking on the restraints and looking over at him. “Please…”
He gives her his back to face us. “And Luke?”
I shake my head. “He said he turned in Ashtyn and Adam’s mother, but that was all we got out of him.” I’m not sure I trust a damn thing he says anyway.
“What about her cell phone?” He goes on.
When she was brought in, she had two phones. One was destroyed and we kept the second trying to find any information we could on Ashtyn. “Nothing,” I say once more. There weren’t even any text messages between her and Ashtyn. Just a contact with a number.
The thought of a phone makes me think of Jenks. I haven’t heard anything from him about the cell I gave him to go through. I need to call him.