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)
“What?” My wide eyes go to my husband, and he gives me a sympathetic smile with a reassuring hand squeeze. His way of silently telling me he’ll fill me in later.
Gavin pulls the wand from my stomach. “Everything sounds and looks good, but I’m no OB. I’d suggest you see one as soon as possible. I have one I can suggest if you’d like.”
“They’re okay?” Tyson asks once more.
Gavin nods. “I’ll leave you two alone. Get some rest, Lake.” He pats my arm. “You’re going to need lots of it.”
He exits the room, and Tyson’s eyes meet my watery ones. A big smile lights up his face, and he leans in, kissing my forehead tenderly as the tears flow down my face.
Taking my hand in his, he holds it and I frown when I look down at them. “Why did you take my wedding ring off?” I ask.
The smile drops off his face, and he looks at my hand. “I didn’t.”
SIXTY
LAIKYN
A week I’ve been stuck in this room. Away from the world with nothing but silence. Any time I turn on the TV, I see my picture plastered all over it. Along with the other nine that passed away that night.
People have gone to what’s left of Blackout and started shrines with flowers, pictures, and candles. I just want to scream that I’m alive and that someone tried to kill me.
If I’m being honest with myself, I think it was my father. I wouldn’t put it past him. He’s a man of action, and Ryat was right. My husband publicly humiliated him. His name. Degraded my family.
Why kill Tyson when he can just kill me? I’m the easier target. The trash that needs to be taken out. I’m the child who betrayed the Minson name by falling in love with the enemy. But I can’t figure out why my father hates him so much? I don’t believe that Tyson killed my sister. But what I don’t understand is why would my father send Luke to do the job? Why not have the balls to kill me himself? Maybe it’s my mother. He doesn’t want my mom to think he killed her daughter.
I look up when the door opens, and my husband enters. He’s wearing a plain white T-shirt and jeans with a pair of Nike’s. It’s weird seeing him so casual. Tyson always dresses in slacks and button-ups when working at Blackout. Ryat brought us some clothes last night, along with new cell phones.
I was surprised that it actually had Blakely’s number in it. That he’s going to let me talk to his wife. I guess since I’m officially dead, I’m no longer a threat.
Tyson comes to stand next to me and lowers a tray to the bed. “Hungry?” he asks, leaning down and gently kissing my forehead.
“No,” I say honestly, staring at the pudding cup. My eyes fall to my hand, and I numbly run my thumb over where my ring once was. It’s gone. Luke took it. I know it’s just a ring, but I want it back. Why take it? Just because I don’t have a ring doesn’t mean I’m not married. He did it out of spite, and I hate him even more for it.
Tyson frowns but doesn’t push it.
My collar is also gone but Tyson explained that he removed it for my surgery. He also made it sound like I’ll never wear it again. I’ve been stripped of two things that I never wanted but now don’t want to live without.
“Tyson?” A guy pokes his head into the room. His bright green eyes go from mine to my husband’s. The man is covered in ink, from his jawline to his knuckles. He wears a long sleeve T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, but you can tell there’s more under the material. I’ve never met him, but I know his name is Saint. “We’ve got an issue that needs your attention.”
“What is it?” I ask, wondering what he means. Ryat comes and goes; Tyson hasn’t left, and these three guys come in and out of my room to talk to him privately. I know my husband is keeping secrets from me but why?
“I’ll be right back,” Tyson tells me, avoiding my question. He then kisses my forehead before turning and exiting the room.
I jump up and put my shoes on that sit by the bed. I’m going crazy in here, and I’m tired of being in the dark. I can only spend so much time taking a shower and watching TV. I deserve to know what is going on and how long this is going to be my new life.
Opening the door, I catch sight of the back of them walking side by side down the hallway. I wait for them to turn a corner before I gently shut my door and follow them. Once in the hallway, I take a quick look around, and it doesn’t look anything like a hospital outside of my room.