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)
“Whitney.”
My head snaps up to see Haidyn now standing in the office when he answers me. I get to my feet and glare at him.
He is unfazed. “Benny said that he had a friend of Ashtyn’s drug her. When they came to grab her, they traded her with Whitney. She was the only one who could put him in Ashtyn’s house the night he raped her.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Her mother was dead, Laura was here…”
“Why didn’t he touch Laura?” Colton asks. “He had the perfect opportunity.”
“Because Laura was always on his side from the beginning,” Haidyn answers. “If it wasn’t for her, he wouldn’t have known she was pregnant. She was his inside contact.”
A part of me wonders if that’s why Laura tried so hard to get my father to get rid of Ashtyn. She knew all along that she was raped and that I cheated at the ritual. She kept my secret because she knew I kept hers. I wasn’t aware that her mother had anything to do with it, though. Benny said her mother planned it, but on the video, the masked man—being Benny—had called Laura and said it was done. It was her voice I heard on the other side of the phone.
I couldn’t touch her, though. That’s why when Sin came to me and we realized who we had inside of Carnage, I knew I’d give Sin whatever he fucking wanted in exchange for Laura. Even if that meant I had to take him in and torture him first. I’d kill a million Lords if it meant saving my wife. I was betting everything that Elli’s father would bring her mother in. He spent too much time here to not want revenge.
Just then the door opens, and Adam enters. He’s another one on my shit list. They are both tied at the top.
Kashton gets up and walks over to him, giving him a handshake hug. “Does this mean you’re back?” Kash asks.
He shakes his head. “No. I don’t belong here.” Looking over the office, he turns to Haidyn, and they hug. “But I’ll keep in touch.” He looks at me, and I stay where I’m at.
If you ask me, he abandoned Ashtyn when she needed him the most. And to stay gone all this time. Why? What was the point of coming back now? How long has Haidyn been in touch with him? Did they have this all set up? So many questions that I refuse to ask because I’ll look like I care, and I no longer do. I wrote him off a long time ago.
“How many did you collect?” Haidyn asks him.
“We’ve got eight loaded and ready to move,” he answers.
Adam’s referring to the prisoners we had here at Carnage. After Ashtyn fell asleep in my arms in our bed, I got back to work. I couldn’t have her here unless I knew it was safe. We had moved everyone to the morgue and needed to get some back to the hospital. The buildings needed to be checked and cleared.
There were no more bombs. Just the one that went off. Benny had planted it when he had brought Ashtyn and Haidyn back here and killed Whitney. It was in the cell she had been occupying and just happened to kill one of the guys who brought Ashtyn back when Benny let her go. When Benny was here with Ashtyn, he had went to see Luke and filled him with shit knowing I’d go to him asking questions. He wanted Luke to throw me off and send me on a wild goose chase. There never were four bombs.
We did, however, keep the other two guys who brought my wife back. They will spend the rest of their lives here until I get tired of looking at them and put them out of their misery.
“Did he tell you anything?” Tyson asks Adam, referring to Benny.
Adam didn’t ask if he could take him. I think he knows I wouldn’t let him go. He deserves to be here, naked and chained to a wall with conjugal visits from others. The man likes to fuck, so I’ll give him what he wants.
“No.” He shakes his head. “I’d give him a few more days before he decides he wants to talk.”
ASHTYN
I stand out on Saint’s balcony overlooking the courtyard. I woke up an hour ago by myself in a room I’ve never been in before. I knew it was Saint’s immediately, but I was alone. I’ve stayed in here knowing that he’ll be back and we’ll have a lot to discuss. I’m not sure I’m ready to go over the last four years of our lives, but it’s time to lay it all out.
The wedding ring on my finger is a constant reminder that I messed up. I vowed to be his, but didn’t trust him to protect me. I doubted him. And I shouldn’t have.