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)
“Look at me,” Tyson commands.
I open my watery eyes, and he’s crouching down in front of me with his phone out, and I know he’s taking a picture. Probably to prove to whoever ordered the hit on my brother that I’m about to die because Adam is a coward. I’ve never hated him more than I do right now.
“Just a little something for us to jack off to later.” Miles laughs, and he reaches around with his free hand and pinches my nose.
I buck wildly as panic sets in that I can no longer breathe, and his laughter fills my ears.
SAINT
I’m shaking. My hands have a death grip on my cell while I look at the picture. It’s a close-up of a brunette.
Ashtyn.
She’s positioned on her stomach in the middle of the family room I know all too well. A man straddles her back, but his face isn’t included in the picture. I can tell by her shoulders that her arms are tied behind her back. There’s a knife at her neck. He’s already cut her because blood trails down her perfectly tan skin and onto the marble floor.
Her baby-blue eyes are bloodshot from crying. Tears run down her pretty face, snot leaks from her nose, and duct tape covers her plump lips.
My chest vibrates, my blood boils like a forgotten pot of water on the stove. It’s overflowing and sizzling onto the burner.
I scan the text.
You want her?
She’s already mine. Ashtyn belongs to me. She’s my girl.
Fuck yes, I want her!
My fingers fly over the letters, replying as quickly as I can. I had received the picture of her minutes before I even opened it up. If she’s already dead…
You’ve got ten minutes.
My phone alerts me of his response, stopping that thought.
“We’ll make it.” Kashton slaps my shoulder as he sits behind me in the SUV.
I can’t stop looking at her. I haven’t spoken to her since I dropped her off at her house five days ago. We’ve been locked at Carnage taking care of shit for our fathers while they’re out of town. I just happened to turn my phone on right before I got the text. I haven’t even had the chance to check the cameras in her room today.
“Why the fuck does Tyson have her?” Haidyn demands, taking the curves fast in the middle of the night.
“The Lords,” Kashton answers when I don’t. I can’t seem to form a single fucking word. The world is black, my vision impaired other than the picture of her on my phone. My mind clouded and my body so energized, I could jump start a car.
I’m vibrating with rage. An animal waiting to be set off its leash to attack. Destroy.
The car comes to a screeching halt outside of the mansion. I’m out of the passenger door before Haidyn can even put the car in park. Running up the stairs, I shove both doors open to the house so hard they hit the interior wall with a bang.
I rush into the family room where I know she is. Tyson sits on the couch, his arms fanned across the back looking as comfortable as can be. He’s lucky I don’t blow his fucking head off. I would ask him why the fuck he’s even here at Ashtyn’s parents’ house, but I already know. Kashton was right. The Lords are the only logical answer my head can come up with right now.
Another Lord by the name of Miles Hopper jumps up from the couch. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he demands. When we don’t answer, he spins around to look at Tyson. “What did you do, Tyson?”
Tyson also ignores him.
I catch sight of Ashtyn lying face down on the floor, hands zip-tied behind her back and duct tape over her mouth. I’ve had her in this position plenty of times. But she’s always been naked.
To see her in such a vulnerable position that another man put her in makes me fucking feral. Explosive. The blood rushes in my ears when she lifts her head off the floor, and her watery eyes meet mine. Her body fights the restraints as she rolls side to side and begins to mumble unintelligible words behind the tape.
Hang on, sweetheart.
I remove the pocketknife from my back pocket and flip it open as I storm over to her. Leaning down, I cut the zip tie around her wrists and grab her arm, yanking her to her feet more forcefully than I mean to. I rip the tape off her lips and remove the cloth inside her mouth, and she sobs, immediately throwing her body into mine and wrapping her arms around my neck, standing up on her tiptoes.
I wrap my arms around her protectively, feeling her tremble against me.
“You can’t take her,” Miles growls, then turns to face Tyson once more. “We have a job to do.”