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 move toward her, and he holds his gun trained on me. “Don’t fucking move!” he barks at me while Kashton moves closer to Jasmine and the other guy. “Bring the bitch over here!” he shouts.
I look at Ashtyn and her bloodshot eyes are narrowed, and she breathes heavily while glaring at me. She’s pissed I offered myself up for her. I don’t give a shit. When we both get out of here, I’m going to make love to my wife while I also beat her ass for keeping a pregnancy from me. I could have helped her. I could have fixed everything if she would have just said something to me.
The guy standing behind her lets go of his gun, and it hangs over his shoulder from the strap. Instead, he removes a knife from his pocket and flips it open. He grabs her hair and yanks her head back holding it to her neck. Her head is tilted to the ceiling, but her eyes remain on mine. Not an ounce of fear in her eyes.
I step toward them, ready to knock them both to the ground, and she gives me the slightest shake of her head. What the fuck?
“What in the fuck are you doing?” Ace shouts at the man. He goes to storm over to them, but the guy shoves my wife away from him and throws the knife at Ace. It lands in his leg, and he drops to his knees.
Everyone seems to move at the same time. I run and grab Ashtyn, dragging her away while Ryat takes the man behind her to the ground. Kashton body-slams the guy standing behind Jasmine, taking her down in the process. Sin and Tyson both grab Ace.
I rip the tape off Ashtyn’s face and cut the zip tie holding her wrists together. “Fucking bastard.” She slaps me, and I hold her to me. “Bas-tard.” She begins to shake, sobbing against me. I sit on the concrete floor holding her to me. I knew what happened to her, and I was going to do whatever it took to make her mine.
I could have told her, but I chose to keep it from her. I didn’t think that was something she needed to know. Am I a bastard for it? Yes. But when I saw her in her room three days later, she came onto me. Wanted me to fuck her. She wasn’t aware of what had happened. I knew I had to take care of it. I didn’t want to worry her. She was already so concerned she wasn’t going to bleed for me, so why make it worse?
“What do you want to do with them?” Sin asks.
I look up to see both guys who held our women at gunpoint now on their knees, hands tied behind their backs. They’re still fully dressed and wearing their gear.
“Strip them. Throw them in the cells,” I order. I’ll deal with them later. My wife and I have some things to discuss. Plus, I’m fucking exhausted.
“No!” Ashtyn jumps to her feet, turning to face them. “You can’t do that,” she gasps.
“Ash—”
“No.” She rushes over to them before I can grab the scrub top she’s wearing and jerks the mask off one of the guys, and silence fills the room when blue eyes meet mine.
“Hai-dyn?” Kashton whispers, speaking first, but Haidyn’s eyes don’t leave mine.
I walk over to him, and he lifts his chin to look up at me. I thought all this time, he didn’t want to bring her back because he hated her after all the shit we were put through after she left. But it was because he helped her leave. He knew she was pregnant with another man’s child and showed her how to escape me—her husband. He stood by my side when we took our vows.
“Saint—"
Fisting my hand, I punch him in the fucking face, cutting him off.
ASHTYN
“SAINT!” I scream as he knocks Haidyn over onto the concrete floor. “Saint, stop.”
“This whole fucking time…” Saint shouts. “You knew why she ran. You helped her!”
“She deserved a chance,” Haidyn yells, rolling over to sit up on his ass since his hands are cuffed behind his back.
“A chance at what?” Saint barks out.
“A life,” he growls. “She always deserved better.” He breathes deeply, and his eyes meet my watery ones. “She deserved to be a mom.”
Saint turns to me, and his eyes drop to my stomach obviously knowing that I lost the baby. He steps toward me, and I take one back. His jaw clenches.
“How…how the fuck are you alive? You were dead?” Kashton asks. “Like no heartbeat. Dead. Body getting cold. Dead.”
“I had help,” he answers tightly.
Kashton raises his hands, running them through his hair aggressively. “By whom, the CIA?” Nervous laughter follows, and Haidyn just stares up at him. Saint stomps over to the other guy, who is still wearing his mask, and I hold my breath when Saint pulls it off to expose his face to the room.