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)
“What the fuck did you do, Bones? What is Brittany talking about?” Jasmine snaps at him.
“Her name is Ashtyn.” Kashton finally speaks.
She turns to face him. “You know her?”
A laugh bubbles up. Know me? I always liked Jasmine. If she knew what me and Kashton have done, would she hate me?
“Yes,” he says tightly. “And as Saint already stated, she’s leaving with us.”
“No. She’s fucking not,” she shouts, pointing at Saint. “I don’t know who the fuck…”
“Jasmine…” Kashton growls, stepping into her. “Don’t make a scene.”
It just pisses her off more. Her eyes narrow up at him, and she goes to slap him, but he catches her wrist midair and yanks her back. She falls off the side of her high heel, and he pulls her back to his front, places a hand over her mouth as she goes to scream, and carries her off to the women’s bathroom. The sound of the door locking behind them fills the hallway.
Bones goes to step forward, but Haidyn steps in front of him. “I warned you—”
“He’s not going to hurt her.” Saint interrupts Bones before he can finish his sentence.
The door to the women’s bathroom opens behind us, and I spin around, my hair slapping me in the face to see Kashton exit alone. His button-down shirt ripped open, and he’s got a cut on his face that is bleeding. He comes over to us, and Haidyn steps back from Bones.
“She’s waiting for you.” Kashton growls at Bones, then storms out of the glass doors.
“Let me give you a little piece of advice,” Haidyn says to Bones. “You have no clue just how far the Lords are willing to go.” Then he looks back at the women’s bathroom door before he too follows Kashton.
Saint grabs my upper arm and yanks me forward and out the door as well. Our limo waits in the valet circle. Saint opens the back door for me before he shoves me inside. Haidyn is already there, but there’s no Kash.
“Where is he?” Saint questions after noticing.
“Took a cab. Said he’d meet us there,” Haidyn answers. His hard eyes are on mine like I did something wrong.
Saint huffs. I can feel the air shift from comfortable to hot. Both of them are mad. I don’t know what I just saw, but I know I wasn’t supposed to see it. What do they expect me to do about it? Who the fuck am I going to tell?
At least I know now that Bones was the one who gave me up. I’ve been racking my brain for weeks about how they found me. Of course, a King was the answer.
“What does this mean for Jasmine?” I ask softly, breaking the silence.
“What about her?” Haidyn asks carelessly.
I lift my eyes to look at him, and he’s typing away on his cell. I’m guessing to Kashton. “You mentioned the Lords…is she in trouble?”
Haidyn snorts but doesn’t answer, so I look over at Saint. He’s already looking at me when he answers. “Don’t worry about her.”
I wish someone would have worried about me at one point. Then maybe things would be different.
SAINT
We waited for an hour for Kashton to board our private jet before we took off. I refused to leave him, and his cell was turned off. Haidyn spent the entire time in the back room, and Kash didn’t speak one word when he finally boarded. It was a long ride home, considering Ashtyn didn’t say anything to anyone either.
I didn’t think about Bones being at the show tonight. We know Hooke, and he owns Kink—an exclusive BDSM club in New York. He puts on the art show once a year. It’s a way to bring in big clients, many of whom are Lords. Kashton promised us that Jasmine wouldn’t be there. Obviously, she changed her mind since he spoke to her last.
We landed, and Haidyn jumped in his car and left. He didn’t bother telling us where he was going.
Once we enter the building, Kashton goes straight to his room, and I follow Ashtyn to hers. She tries to slam the door in my face, but I stop it with my foot and storm in behind her. “I don’t take kindly to the silent treatment, sweetheart.”
She stops and turns to face me, and I step into her. My hands cup her face, and her heavy eyes meet mine, and they’re dilated. Like they were the night I fucked her in Glass. I frown, looking her face over. “Did you take something?” I demand.
Her lips curve at the corners. “Maybe.”
“Ashtyn,” I growl. My hand grips her cheeks, and a whimper escapes her parted lips. “What the fuck did you take?”
“I don’t know,” she says, her cheeks smashed into her teeth.
I release her and grip her neck instead. She moans. “What the fuck do you mean you don’t know what you took? Who the fuck gave you something?” I demand. She was never out of my sight. Even the bathroom…she had stormed out of the show, and I found her up against the wall. Where had she been when I couldn’t find her? “What was it?” I ask again. I know she knows. She’s done enough drugs in her life to know what they look like. “Did you snort it or swallow it?” It could have been anything. From powder to a pill to liquid.