Carnage – A Dark Revenge Romance Read Online Shantel Tessier

Categories Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
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The door opens again and this time I get nervous when Saint rushes in. Afraid to have the conversation about how another man used me—made me a whore. But my nervousness turns to concern when I see how dirty he is. He’s got blood on his shirt; I’m guessing that’s mine. But he’s also got dirt on his face, neck, and arms.

“May I speak to you for a moment?” he asks Devin tightly.

“What’s going on, Saint?” I try to adjust myself of the bed.

“Nothing, sweetheart.” He leans down and kisses my forehead, and I get butterflies. I was so terrified he’d be mad at me. Hate me or no longer want me. “We’ll be right outside for a second.”

Before I can say anything, they both rush out and into the hall, letting the door close behind them. I lean my head back, trying to ignore the damn alarm and close my heavy eyes. I’m so tired. I’m sure it’s a combination of the drugs and the past four days of my life.

I hear the door open but keep my eyes shut, knowing it’s Saint and Devin returning. “Everything checked out, Saint,” Devin says softly. “She’s in no danger.”

“Saint?” I hear a man speaking. “We’ve got to move Haidyn’s body…”

“What do you mean Haidyn’s body?” I ask, my eyes springing open.

Saint’s jaw hardens, but he doesn’t say anything to the guy.

“Saint?” I start to sit up but a sharp pain shoots up my side, and I roll onto it. Fuck, what happened to the pain meds? Are they wearing off?

“Lie down, Ash, for fuck’s sake,” he growls, coming over to me.

“What’s going on?” I ask, and tears sting my eyes. Why isn’t he telling me anything? “Where is Haidyn?” My throat closes, knowing what he’s going to say. Why would they move us all to the morgue? And why did he say body? Does that mean he’s dead?

The alarm continues to blare, but their refusal to answer my question is deafening silence. “Saint?” I demand, my voice rising. “What the fuck does he mean?” My eyes shoot to the male nurse, and he stares at the floor. “Saint, please…”

“He’s gone, Ash,” Saint answers softly.

Haidyn’s dead? I feel my chest tighten. They killed him? “Nooo.” I choke out, sucking in air that makes my throat burn. I grab at my neck, my skin all of a sudden hot as if being branded all over.

“Calm down, sweetheart.”

I’m gasping, my stomach knotting, and a weight sits on top of me.

“Give her something.” He barks at Devin.

“No.” I grab Saint’s shirt. “I need to see Haidyn.” I try to use him to pull myself off the bed.

“No, Ash.” He pries my hands from his shirt and holds them in place in front of me. “You need to rest…”

“Where is he?” I cry. “I’ve got to see him.”

“Devin!” he shouts. The head of my bed is lowered and Saint gets up to stand over me as he holds my wrists in his. I thrash in the bed trying to get up and ignore the pain in my chest.

Then I feel something warm in my arm, and my eyes grow heavy.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” He places my hands on my stomach and brushes my hair off my sweaty forehead. “You’re okay.”

I blink and fresh tears run down my face, and I let the darkness suck me under, trying to think how I’ll live a life without Haidyn in it.

SIXTY-ONE

SAINT

She’s out within seconds.

I smooth her hair out and wipe her tear-streaked face. That blaring fucking alarm is still going off.

“Saint?” the kid speaks.

“Turn off that fucking alarm!” I snap at him. “And where the fuck is Kashton?” I shout, losing my mind.

The male nurse takes a step back into the hall, out of her room. “I’ll look—”

“I got you.” Just then Tyson walks by, grabbing the kids’ shirt and pulling him from the door.

“We need to get her moved,” I order Devin, and he’s already unlocking the wheels on the bed.

Getting to the morgue, we find a private room for her, and I pull up a chair and sit down next to her, holding her hand. The weight of the past four days is making my chest heavy. Honestly, I haven’t had the chance to even process what I saw in Haidyn’s room. I refuse to believe he’s dead. I don’t know where Kashton went, and my cell phone is dead.

I kiss her knuckles and run my thumb over her ring finger. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out her wedding ring. I grabbed it from her place in Vegas and have held onto it since I brought her back. A part of me wanted her to ask for it, but she never did. The other part of me was satisfied that she wore it when I fucked her in Glass.


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