Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Her dark lashes laying on her cheeks, her pouty lips are parted, and she softly snores. I release the gun and get undressed. Picking up the covers, I lie down next to her and pull them back up to cover us both as Muffin meows and jumps off the bed.
I run the back of my knuckles along her cheek, over her jaw, and down her neck. Her pulse is strong and steady.
“Haidyn?” she whispers, her eyes remaining closed.
“Yeah, doll face. It’s me,” I tell her, my thumb running over her bottom lip.
She gives me a faint smile, then she does something I don’t expect. She moves closer, pressing her soft body into mine and draping her left arm over my side and her left leg over my hip.
It makes me tense for just a second before I melt into her warm embrace. Lying down on the bed on my side, I run my right hand up her back, feeling the curve of her spine and over the nape of her neck. I can feel her Lords crest that they branded her with before I allow my fingers to slide into her soft hair and cup the back of her head. I hold her as if she’s a dream I don’t want to wake up from as I remember part of our “training.”
Four years ago
“I have something to show you,” the woman says with a smile.
I grind my teeth. “I’m not in the mood for games,” I inform her, stepping into her. The four guys rush forward, and she raises her hands to stop them.
“No worries, boys. We’re just talking.”
I need to check on Saint. This is the first time she’s let me out of my basement cell in days. “What the fuck do you want?” I still don’t know where the fuck Kashton is.
“I want to show you something.” She steps forward.
Throwing my head back, I take in a deep breath, trying to calm my fucking temper. I’ve had enough of this bitch. “What is it?”
Giving me an evil smile, she turns, and I follow her like the good boy she’s trying to make us into. It’ll never happen. But I can play the game just as well as she can.
We make our way outside, and I look over my shoulder to see her four guys following us. I shove my hands into the pockets of my jeans and wish I had my sunglasses. There’s not a single cloud in the sky; it’s the middle of the day, and it's hotter than usual for this time of year. It was snowing just last week.
As we approach the back fence surrounding Carnage, she steps to the right, and I stop at what I see.
A woman stands with her back pressed into the ten-foot chain-link fence, on her tiptoes, spread-eagled. Each wrist and ankle are secured with barbed wire, and it’s also wrapped around her neck twice. Blood runs down her naked body from her struggles to get free. And there’s a fresh scar—horizontal on her lower stomach. Her once flawless skin is sunburned. “How long has she been out here?” I demand, stepping forward, knowing exactly who it is.
The sound of my voice has her body thrashing, and her muffled voice from being gagged fills the black hood that covers her face.
“Two days,” the bitch answers.
I turn to face her. “Why is she here?” I bark. “Let her go. She has nothing to do with this,” I shout, panic gripping my chest.
She tilts her head to the side. “I think she has everything to do with this…with you.” She smiles. “You brothers share everything. Including women.”
Crazy fucking bitch! “Let her go!” I shout, stepping forward, but she doesn’t retreat.
She frowns. “Women are supposed to mean nothing to you. And her.” She points at the sobbing woman. “She belongs to you. So what are you going to do with her?” Walking over to the woman tied to the fence, she rips the hood off her head.
Wide, bloodshot eyes meet mine, and she screams around the duct tape placed over her mouth.
I walk over to her and rip it off her face. “Hai-dyn,” she sobs, her body shaking, yanking on the barbed wire, trying to get free.
“Shh,” I say, placing my hands on her tear-streaked face. Her skin is hot and clammy. Two days? They probably haven’t given her anything to eat, let alone water. “Calm down, baby,” I tell her, and she closes her eyes tightly. “Can you do that for me?” I ask, and she nods the best she can. “That’s my good girl,” I say, and she whimpers at the praise.
“See, Haidyn, you always have a choice,” the bitch adds cryptically.
I release Sierra and turn to face her. “Why is she here?” I demand.
“She’s your chosen, Haidyn. The Lords gave her to you as a reward for all of your devotion and hard work. She belongs to you until you’re done with her. So she will stay here with you at Carnage and go through training with you. Everything I do to you…I’ll do to her. And as long as she survives, I’ll let you still fuck her. Oh, and don’t worry about the possibility of pregnancy. She’s already been given her hysterectomy.”