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)
She made me feel bad about myself. What Saint allowed the guys to do to me. What I got off on. Haidyn sticking up for me felt good. He made me feel like I belonged. I know that sounds stupid as fuck, but I felt…loved.
After Hooke finished using Sierra, Haidyn took her to his bedroom and tied her to his bed where he left her while he came back and partied with us. I felt accepted in a way.
I celebrated by getting drunk as fuck and cocky. I started mouthing off to Saint, knowing it would piss him off and he’d punish me. My punishment was Haidyn and Kashton.
Two hours later, Saint carried me over his shoulder to his room where he had Haidyn and Kashton held me down while Saint tied me up and gave me an enema. Then he fucked my mouth while he let it set. Afterward, he untied me and allowed me to use the restroom. Then he tied me down once again on his bed and let Haidyn and Kashton fuck my ass.
She never looked at me again after that night, much less spoke to me. I considered it a win. Not only did Haidyn let another man use her, but he also then used me.
The door opens to my room, and Jasmine enters. “Finally found something.” She comes over to my bed and places a pair of blue scrubs next to me.
I look up at her.
“I took it from a nurse.”
“You took these from someone?”
She nods. “I told him to give me his clothes or I’d have Kashton rip his head off.” Jasmine shrugs. “I felt like I had a fifty-fifty chance he’d buy it.”
I laugh softly and nod. “Kashton would do just that.”
“Here, let me help you.” She places the top on and then helps me get the pants on and get to my feet. “Where are we headed?”
“I need to find Haidyn,” I say.
“I know where he’s at. I overheard someone mention him while I was trying to find you something to wear.”
“I’ve got to go before Saint gets back and has me knocked out again.”
She places my good arm over her shoulder and helps me walk out of the room. My body isn’t in a lot of pain, but it is kinda sluggish. So I allow her to help me.
We leave the room and make our way down the hallway, taking another to the right. We come up to a door, and she pushes it open.
It’s cold and eerily quiet. Rows and rows of freezers cover the back wall. I’m sure it’s packed with bodies. There are five metal tables on wheels lined up in front of them. The one in the center has a once white sheet over it. But it’s now bloody.
My eyes instantly sting, and I walk over to it on shaking legs. Gripping the edge, I pull it back, and a sob comes out when I see Haidyn lying in front of me. His face is soft, almost serene. I’ve never seen him look so peaceful. “Haidyn,” I choke out, placing my hand on his face. He’s cold.
I climb onto the table and lie down with him, trying to heat his body up with mine. “Please…I need you.” He saved me. He was there when I needed someone, and I couldn’t do the same for him.
The door opens and that nurse from earlier enters the room. “Ashtyn,” he sighs, “you can’t be in here.”
“Get out.” Jasmine snaps at him and I close my eyes, clinging to my friend.
“Miss…”
“My name is Jasmine, and she’s telling her friend goodbye. Have some fucking compassion and get the fuck out!” I hear the door slam shut.
I sniff, my nose runs, and my chest tightens. “I’m so sorry, Haidyn. So sorry…”
The door opens again. “I said get…”
“Hello, Ashtyn.”
My blood runs cold at the familiar sound of my name. Slowly, I push myself up to look over Haidyn’s body to the man now standing in the room.
“What the fuck?” Jasmine barks.
His eyes move to hers, and he smiles. “Jasmine, it’s been a while.”
SIXTY-TWO
SAINT
I step over the fourth dead body down in the basement following the blood trail. Sin wasn’t wrong. Kash is currently on a killing spree. He may be the joker, but when you piss him off, he is ruthless. It just takes more to get him there than it does me or Haidyn.
The thought of our brother in the morgue makes my chest tighten and hands fist. I’m going to get answers, and whoever did this to our family will pay. I’ll make sure the last word they speak is Haidyn’s name before I carve it into their chest.
But I’ve got to calm down Kashton first. He’s obviously not asking any questions before he kills them.
We come to the pits, and a man crawls across the concrete floor, dragging his broken legs behind him, sobbing.