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)
“No.” I start to fight, and he lets go of me.
I fall to the floor and push my back up against the back-seat door on the driver’s side, pulling my knees to my chest to cover my naked body. I could have just traded one nightmare for another. “I need a phone.” I manage to say.
My hand is grabbed, and a phone is placed in it. Just like in the woods, my fingers won’t work on the phone. It’s as if my mind has no idea how to process a phone call. And a thought hits me: I don’t know Saint’s number by heart. I could call my cell number that Kashton gave me, but it’s probably dead by now.
I can only think of one number at the moment. I ramble it off three times before I hear a phone ringing on the end of the line. It was placed on speakerphone, and it’s held in front of my bloody face.
“Hello?” the voice asks.
I don’t know any of the Spade brothers’ numbers by heart, but I know hers. “Jas-mine.” My voice cracks.
“Yeah. Who is this?” she asks, sounding worried. “Are you okay?”
“Ashtyn.” I swallow the lump that forms in my throat. “I need you to call Kashton.”
She sighs. “Ashtyn, I told you he doesn’t matter…”
“Please?” I interrupt her, feeling my eyes grow heavy. “I’m lost...I’m about to pass out. I need…I need Saint…”
“Oh my God, Ashtyn. Where the fuck are you?”
“Call Kashton.” I don’t have the time or energy to go through everything. “Give him this number. Tell him to have Saint call…” If he can get these guys to take me to Carnage, then maybe I’ll have a chance.
“Hold on. I’ll add him to the call,” she rushes out.
I close my eyes and let the drool run out of the corner of my mouth, too tired to swallow it. A second later, I hear ringing.
“Jasmine—”
“I have Ashtyn on the line. She needs Saint.” Jasmine doesn’t let Kash finish.
“Ashtyn?” Kashton barks out. “What do you mean…?”
“Kash,” I say roughly. “I need…”
“SAINT!” I hear him scream, making me flinch. “It’s Ashtyn.”
I blink my heavy eyes. “Directions,” I whisper. “Give them directions.”
“Ash? Sweetheart? Where are you? Are you okay?” Saint’s voice rattles off questions.
I try to talk, but my heavy tongue won’t move.
“What the fuck, Jasmine?” Kashton barks. “Where is she?”
“She was here,” she snaps. “She called me from this number.”
“Whose number?” Saint demands.
“We found her,” one of the guys in the car finally speaks. “She’s in the car…”
“Where the fuck are you?” Saint barks out.
My heavy eyes fall closed, and this time, I can’t open them back up. I can hear Saint’s voice in the distance, but I’m not sure if I’m imagining it. For all I know, I’m hallucinating and still tied up in the middle of the woods.
FIFTY-NINE
SAINT
I shove the double doors open and rush down the front steps as a car pulls into the circle drive. Kashton, Sin, Ryat, and Tyson rush after me. The car comes to a stop, and I yank open the front driver’s side door.
“Whoa.” A guy who looks to be in his early twenties raises both of his hands. I yank him from the car and knock him to his knees. Kashton shoves his face down and presses a gun to his back. Sin removes a guy from the passenger seat.
“We’re just helping her,” a guy rushes out as Ryat pulls him from the back seat.
All three are held at gunpoint. I’m not taking any chances.
I rip the back driver’s side door open, and she practically falls out, her upper body leaning halfway out of the car. She’s got herself crammed behind the driver's seat and back seat on the floor. “Ash?” I bark out, kneeling next to the car. “Ash, talk to me.” I reach for her neck and am thankful I can feel a pulse. Pushing wet hair from her face, I find her eyes closed. She’s got indentions in her cheeks. They’re from a gag. She’s got a collar on, and she’s covered in mud and dirt. “Come on, sweetheart.” I grab her arm and have to pull roughly to get her out of the tight position she’s got herself in. “Get them to the basement,” I bark at the guys, carrying her unconscious body into the front double doors.
Gavin and Devin are already waiting for me. They’ve both been keeping a close eye on Haidyn, so the moment we got the call, I had them ready for her arrival. I lower her body onto a stretcher, and they start to rush her through the building and to the elevator.
I look over her body. She’s naked, covered in cuts and bruises. Her wrists and ankles have rope burns. I open her eyelids to see bloodshot eyes. She looks dead, but the subtle movement of her chest tells me she’s not.