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)
“They broke her neck and buried her in the woods after they switched out Ashtyn’s body with hers.”
He shakes his head the best he can, still not believing me.
“Who the fuck did this?” I shout, losing my patience. I don’t have time for this. “Where is my wife?” I grip his hair as hard as I can, trying to rip his scalp clean off his head and rip him off her body.
He chooses to remain silent. I look at Kashton and nod my head. I see Ryat and Tyson approach the open door and enter the small cell.
Kashton pops the lid on what Ryat gives him and pours the contents all over Whitney’s naked body. Then Sin pulls a lighter out of his pocket and hands it to me. I strike it on my jeans and toss it onto Whitney, and she instantly goes up in flames. The fire heats up the small concrete room.
He screams out but once again pushes himself up against the wall. I go over, grip his hair once again, and drag him closer to her, pushing his face as close to the fire so he can feel the heat but not burn him alive. I need answers before I can kill the bastard.
“Where. Is. She?” I growl through gritted teeth.
“I…don’t…know…” he says between sobs, fighting my hand that keeps a grip on his hair.
I look at Kashton, and the look of annoyance he gives me tells me that he too thinks Luke is telling the truth. But if it’s not him, then who? Who the fuck has access to Carnage and the security system? Why kill Whitney? She’s the only connection to Luke.
Now a list of men who want to hurt me? That list is a mile long. They aren’t after Ashtyn. It’s me they want to hurt. And they know that the only fucking thing I care about in this world is her.
I turn my back and go to the door. Kashton, Tyson, Ryat, and Sin each walk out. I watch Luke stare at his wife’s burning body as I shut the metal door and lock it.
“WAIT!” He rushes to the door.
“Do you know how long it takes for a body to burn?” I ask him.
He shakes his head, crying while his bony fingers curl around the bars, trying to yank it open. The smell of burning flesh already fills the hallway outside of his cell.
I smile. “You’re about to find out.” Then we all walk away, leaving her in there with him, screaming for us to put her out. The heat alone will be excruciating. I’ll wait until tomorrow to give him his daily amount of water. Maybe he’ll have more to say then. Even once she stops burning, the smoke will linger, and the smell…it’ll be hell in there. Literally. I’d say it’d kill him, but he can get fresh air through the door. And if he dies, he dies.
We all enter our office, and I walk to my desk. I catch sight of the picture on my desk of the four of us from years ago. The one Elli had seen when she visited. It’s our senior year at Barrington. She’s got a smile on her face. The guys aren’t smiling, but you can see how protective they are of her. I knew that if anything ever happened to me, they would make sure she was taken care of. That’s all I ever wanted. To make sure that she got everything I ever wanted her to have—the world.
Now she’s gone. Naked, bleeding, and probably crying. She needs me, and I’m nowhere to be found. Maybe Haidyn was right…I should have never brought her back here. She deserves a life outside of here. Without me.
Grabbing my computer, I throw it across the room, and it shatters one of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“Saint.” Tyson places his hand on my shoulder, and I jump, spinning around to see them all just staring at me.
“What’s the word on Haidyn?” I ask.
“Devin still has him in surgery,” Kashton answers.
We saw the video with the guy holding a gun to Haidyn’s head while Devin gave him a shot of adrenaline. We watched him wake up and Devin dig the bullet out. Then the video ended. Once we arrived, everyone who was involved in both videos was gone.
“Maybe he can tell us something…”
“It could be days before he’s awake.” I interrupt Kashton. But a part of me knows that he might know something.
“What can we do?” Sin asks.
I run a tatted hand down my face. “We’re going to check every cell. Every person that is here at Carnage.”
“For what exactly?” Ryat is the one who asks this time.
“Anything. Ask them what they know. If you even think they’re lying, we take something from them.” This place isn’t called Carnage for nothing. I’ll collect heads and hang them on the fucking wall. Make my wife a bouquet with them for her return because I will bring her home. I’ve done it once; I’ll do it again. No matter what it costs me.