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)
Silence follows as everyone takes in the face that I haven’t seen in years.
“What. The. Fuck?” Tyson speaks first.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Saint barks and then looks at me. “Did you know about this too?”
I don’t answer because his question pisses me off. Instead, I look at Adam and see he’s already staring at me. I don’t know where my brother has been or why he was helping Haidyn, but I couldn’t have been more grateful when I saw him walk into the morgue when I went to see Haidyn.
“Adam?” I whisper, trying to find my voice.
“Adam?” Jasmine asks.
He looks at her and smiles. “Long story.”
“You guys know each other?” My mind is playing catch-up.
“Yeah,” he answers. “But that’s for another day…we don’t have much time.” He rushes over to me and pulls me off the small table. He removes something out of his vest.
“What are you doing?” I ask my trembling hands going to Haidyn’s tatted arm.
“Bringing him back.”
“Back?” My pulse races. “What do you mean…?”
“Once he’s up, we’re going to need your girls’ help.” He interrupts me, and I nod, trying to wrap my head around what the hell is happening.
“I…I—” Kashton takes a step back, trying to process it all, and Tyson helps Haidyn get to his feet and removes the cuffs.
The guy Ace moans on the floor, and we all look at him. Kashton walks over and removes his mask and I take a step back as if hit in the chest.
“Ashtyn?” Saint barks at me.
But I ignore him as I stare at the man lying on the concrete floor. “You…” I swallow the lump in my throat.
“Ashtyn?” Someone yells my name but my tear-filled eyes stay on the guy smiling at me.
“Hello, sweetheart.” He laughs, and I flinch. “Tell him how much fun you had when you’d beg me to fuck you.”
“Such a good whore. Aren’t you, sweetheart? You had no problem coming for me before. Come on my fingers, love. Come all over them. Show me how much you like it.”
His words play in my head after the car wreck when I was strapped to a table back at Carnage. The hood over my face, the gag, the hands….so many hands all over me. I was strapped down and unable to fight as he touched me. I didn’t’ know who it was. Honestly, I thought he was just making shit up.
“Noooo.” I shake my head, tears sting my eyes.
“Get him the fuck out of here,” Saint demands, and I flinch as his voice echoes in the concrete room. Sin and Ryat grab Ace and his laughter grows. “Strip him before putting him in a goddamn cell,” Saint tells them before they drag him away.
Hands touch my face, and I whimper at the contact. “You’re okay, Ash.”
I blink, and tears fall from my eyes as I look up into a set of green eyes. It’s Saint now standing in front of me. My chest is tight, and I’m gasping for breath. “I…slept with him.” My words shake.
Saint sighs and steps into me, but I go to step back. “I…I let him—”
“Come on, sweetheart.” He picks me up, and I bury my face into his shirt as I allow him to carry me out of the room.
SIXTY-FOUR
SAINT
I enter my room in the birdcage and lay her on the bed. I’ve been dying to bring her in here to be with me. She should have been here all this time. “You’re okay, Ashtyn.” She’s shaking, her eyes wide, and I pull her into me.
I recognized the guy the moment Kash removed the mask. I had seen him before when I was watching her. Benny was one of her clients who came into Glass. She had been sleeping with him. I watched her one night meet up with him at a hotel.
It was one of the most excruciating things I had to witness. Watching my wife please other men. But I had to wait. I had a plan in place and couldn’t deviate from it. Now I wish I would have rushed in and killed him right then and there. Not given a fuck about the plan and just taken her for myself.
Her cries fill the room, and I rock her back and forth until they subside and her body relaxes in my arms.
Kashton and I are sitting in the office when the door opens, and Tyson enters with his four men. Jenks drops something on the desk.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“We took the phone that Benny had, and I crossed it with Ashtyn’s phone you gave me. I was able to make a match.”
“We knew that would happen,” Tyson says.
“Yeah, but I also found a connection to a number that she had in her phone.”
“Who?” I rub my forehead. It hasn’t even been ten hours since I found out my brother betrayed me, and my wife had been pregnant when she left me.