Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
“Good to see you back, Lake.” Beau smiles at me from behind the bar.
I nod. “It’s good to be back.” Setting my tray down on the server station, I ask, “What section do I have tonight?”
He picks up a piece of paper and places it in front of me. “Sorry.”
“He gave me one table,” I bark out. “Seriously?” My eyes snap up to Beau’s.
He raises his hands in surrender. “I just do as I’m told, Lake.”
I let out an audible growl. That’s why he is the way he is. Because everyone just does as they’re told. I spin around to storm off up to his office when Beau stops me. “He’s not up there.”
“Where the hell is he?” I bark, turning back to face him. Since he’s not fucking me, he no longer requires my attendance in his office before my shifts. I haven’t seen him since this morning when I woke up, and even when he left the apartment, he didn’t tell me where he was going.
“Lake.” His face falls. “I can’t tell you that.”
“Looking for your husband?” Bethany asks, coming up beside me. They thought her arm was broken but turns out it wasn’t as bad as that either. He let her come back after a week.
“Yeah. Know where he is?” I ask tightly, hating the fact that I know she does.
Beau shakes his head softly, telling her no, and I narrow my eyes on him. What the fuck?
“Basement,” she answers, trying to hide her smile. We’re not best friends but she’s still nicer than she was when I started working here.
“Basement? Is that like another club or something?” I wonder.
She laughs softly. “The basement. Under Blackout. He’s been down there for days.” Then she grabs her tray and walks off.
“How the hell do I get there?” I demand of Beau.
“Lake, don’t—”
“Bethany?” I call out, interrupting him. She stops and spins around to face me, that pretty smile on her face that I just want to rip off. She got hit pretty hard during the fight and still has a black eye that she’s got covered in layers and layers of makeup. I just want to make the other match right now. “How do I get there?”
She gives me a sympathetic look, and answers, “I’ll show you.”
I leave my tray and follow her down the hallway to where the locker room is. We pass that and turn a corner. Coming to a door, we stop, and she leans up against it. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, though.”
“Warn me of what?” I growl at her.
“That once you go down there, you can’t unsee whatever it is you’ll see. You may think you know him, but I assure you, you don’t.” And with that, she pushes off and sashays away down the hall.
Taking in a deep breath, I twist the knob and open the door to a set of stairs. I enter, shutting it softly behind me. Standing at the top of the stairs, I hear someone softly crying.
“You’re making this harder than it has to be,” Tyson speaks, sending a chill up my spine. His voice sounds so cold. Detached. Every Lord has the ability to do it. They’re taught that. To destroy. To not feel.
“I’m not…” A man’s voice trails off, and a scream follows.
I take a few steps down, not wanting them to know I’m here, and come to a stop once the room comes into view.
My brows furrow. I’ve been down here. I remember it from that night the fight broke out. There’s a metal table that I remember being on. Tyson was on top of me, and Colton was holding me down. Right before I passed out. When I woke up, I was in our bed upstairs.
I see Colton and Finn first, leaning back against a metal counter. Colt has his arms crossed over his chest while Finn has his in his front jeans pockets. Taking another step lower, Tyson comes into view. He’s standing in the middle of the room in front of a man on his knees with his arms tied behind his back.
Tyson yanks the knife from the guy’s thigh and wipes the bloody blade across his jeans. “I’m not going to repeat myself,” he states calmly, as if he has all day to torture the man.
The man looks up at my husband with gritted teeth. “Why do you fucking care anyway, huh? So what if another Minson bitch dies? It’s not like it’s a secret why you married Laikyn.”
Tyson kneels down in front of the guy and smiles at him, it makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise. He lifts the knife, twirls it around in his hand before slamming it down, sinking the blade into the man’s other thigh. “Why don’t you tell me why I married her.”