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)
“Your fathers are dead, and you and your brothers are to blame—”
“They’re not dead! And Haidyn and Kashton would never do that!” I shout, a sickening feeling in my stomach. “Who the fuck is in there?” I point to the TV, glaring at her.
She ignores my question. “They’re dead because of Ashtyn.”
I shake my head. “No.”
“You let her escape, Saint. The Lords didn’t like that.” She steps closer to me and I take one back trying to figure out what the fuck is going on. I’ve been in and out for two weeks but I haven’t been in a fucking coma.
“The Lords think she’s dead,” I grind out. I can’t lie and say she’s dead. This woman obviously knows she isn’t.
Her laugh makes my teeth clench. “If they wanted her dead, she’d be dead,” she says cryptically.
My eyes go back to the TV. “Who the fuck is in there?” I demand once more, a throbbing pain in my right arm. The last pain pill they force-fed me last night starting to wear off. Dropping my bag, I clench and unclench my right fist. My hand numbing.
“That is Haidyn,” she answers. “Sensory deprivation...”
I wrap my hand around her neck and slam her back into the wall below the TV. I hear the guys shuffling behind me and she raises her hand to stop them before her dark green eyes look up to meet mine.
“You better be fucking lying.” My body vibrates against hers. “Where is Haidyn?” I bark in her face.
Her eyes grow hard, and she lifts her chin. “He’s where he belongs.” They search mine, and she adds, “Go ahead, show him.”
My eyes look up at the TV that we stand underneath. The screen still shows the pits, but the middle one is empty and all three have the bars off.
The double doors open to the room and two men enter pushing a stretcher. Haidyn lies on it. He’s dressed in an all-black dry suit that divers wear. It’s unzipped down the front though exposing a cut and bruised chest. He’s also unconscious. His face looks swollen, lip busted. Whatever happened, he put up a fight that he ended up not winning. Something tells me it wasn’t a fair one.
I let go of her neck and step back, watching as the blood rushes in my ears. They bring him to a stop and lift up his head and shoulders, pulling a hood up from underneath him that’s connected to the suit. Lying him flat once again, one of them begins putting stickers on his chest. Four of them in various places before zipping it up to his neck.
The other man pulls out two small plugs and shoves them up his nose, taking away his chance to breathe through them. Then they both maneuver the tight hood over his head, covering every inch of his face except for his mouth. There’s already some sort of mouthpiece in and they connect a tube to it that has a ball valve on the end.
My eyes shoot to the pit as it starts to fill with water. So high to the point it slowly flows over the top and onto the floor. Their shoes splash the water as they step in it and pick him up before lowering him into the watery pit. One holds onto the tube to make sure the bars don’t knock it off while the other closes the hinged bars down into the pit and locks them in place.
The one holding the tube, twists the valve while the other guy pulls out his cell. He looks at it and nods a few times mouthing words that the video doesn’t allow me to hear.
Then they turn and walk away, pushing the stretcher with them, while locking my brother inside.
“He’s been in there for—"
“Fucking bitch!” I slap her across the face so hard it throws her to the side. I reach out to grab her by her bun, but the back of my legs are hit, knocking me to my knees and my arms are yanked up and behind my head, held by my wrists. The position has pain shooting up my chest momentarily taking away my breath.
“You’ve pissed off the Lords, Saint.” She rubs her cheek, coming to stand in front of me. “And I’ve been sent to train the next generation of the Spade brothers before you’re allowed to step up and take your position here. For the next six months, I will put the three of you through hell.” She kneels in front of me. So close I can smell her expensive perfume. Her smile makes my stomach drop, “I’m going to teach you not to let pussy get in the way of your oath.” Reaching out, she takes a red-painted nail and pushes on my chest where Ashtyn shot me.