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)
Kashton pushes up off the bed and Jasmine touches his back. He spins around and knocks the cart over. Everything crashes to the floor and Jasmine yelps in surprise at the sound of it clanking to the floor. “GODDAMMIT!” he screams and then storms out, pushing his shoulder into mine, and she runs after him.
I step further into the room, and Gavin’s eyes meet mine. “We did everything we could…” He reaches over and turns off the machine, bathing the room in a deafening silence.
The blood rushes in my ears like a freight train. My eyes are on Haidyn’s peaceful, but bloody face as Gavin pulls the white sheet up and over it, covering my dead brother from the world.
SIXTY
SAINT
I’m storming off the elevator down in the basement. I can hear voices behind me, but I ignore them. I’m on a mission.
My wife and brother were taken. And now one of them is dead. Someone has to pay for that. It’ll be the three pieces of shit who brought her back. Because those three make the most sense to me. If they’re innocent? Then it sucks to be them. Talk about wrong place wrong time.
“Saint?” I’m grabbed and yanked back.
I spin around and come face-to-face with Tyson. I fist my hand, and he steps back, placing his out wide while Sin and Ryat stand on either side of him. “I’m sorry about Haidyn,” he says softly.
I block him out. I refuse to believe that my brother is upstairs, under a sheet as if he never existed. The sour taste in my mouth makes me want to vomit. But I swallow it down. “Where did you put them?” I demand. “Where are the three guys you all brought in?”
“We separated them.” Ryat is the one who answers. “Kashton didn’t want them anywhere near one another because they would be able to talk.”
I give them my back. “And Luke?” I snap.
“Same place he’s been,” Sin responds.
Making my way down the hallway, I shove the plastic dividers out of the way and storm through the pits. Then hit the hallway with the cells on either side. I dig the key out of my pocket and open Luke’s cell.
He flinches at the loud squeak of the door being yanked open. “Get the fuck up,” I bark, rushing over to him. His dead wife still lies on his floor, well what’s left of her. The skeleton of her body is all that remains. It takes two to three hours for a body to burn. She’s been lying there for four days now.
“N-o,” he says hoarsely, pushing his body into the back corner.
I step on part of Whitney’s body, feeling the bones crush under my weight stomping over to him. I grab his hair and yank him to his knees. “Who the fuck killed Haidyn?” I scream in his tear-streaked face.
He cries harder. His frail and bony body trembles.
I yank him over to Whitney and place my boot out in front of his bare feet, tripping him. He falls to his knees next to what’s left of her, and I shove his face into the ashes sprawled out on the floor. He coughs and sputters as I rub his face in what was once his wife.
Yanking his head back, he screams, his hands coming up to his face and wiping her off while crying. “Who the fuck did this?” I shout, my hand tightening in his hair. I’m shaking as much as he is, but for different reasons.
“I—”
It feels like a hammer hits me in the face, knocking us both back into the far wall. The sound of a blaring alarm begins to go off and the floodlights come on throughout the basement. I cough, waving my hand in front of my face to clear the dust and probably Whitney’s ashes that now swirl around the small room. “What the fuck?” I bark out, grabbing ahold of Luke that tries to get up beside me.
“A bomb.” I hear Tyson cough, and I look up to see him and the others out in the hall through the wall that’s been knocked down. All three of them getting to their knees, brushing debris off of themselves.
“Who the fuck set off a bomb?” I ask, shaking my head and trying to get the ringing to stop. Maybe it’s the blaring of the alarm. Either way, it’s given me a headache. Or it could be the fact that I was just slammed into a concrete wall.
Luke begins to laugh, and I shove him to his back, straddling his naked chest. I wrap my hand around his throat, lowering my face to his. It’s still covered in Whitney’s ashes. “Who the fuck set off a bomb in here?”
His eyes grow hard, and he stiffens underneath me. “You did exactly what they wanted.”