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)
“Leave,” I order.
She slowly walks toward me. Her hands drop to the trench coat, and she opens it to reveal she’s naked underneath. “I thought I’d come by and offer a little help. Ya know…let me show her how it’s done.”
My jaw clenches. “Get the fuck out of my house,” I growl.
“What? Don’t think she’d be into it?” She places a finger on my chest, and I step back. “You could blindfold her; I’ll tie her down,” she offers. “Tell her it’s your fantasy…two women at once. She won’t be able to resist. She hasn’t told you no yet, has she?”
I slap her, making her gasp in surprise. Her hand rises to her cheek, and she lowers her head as her heavy breathing fills the silent house.
I step forward, pressing my body into hers. “Last chance. Get the fuck out of my house.”
Her head snaps up, and her eyes burn holes into mine. “Do you feel threatened, Haidyn?”
“Not at all.” I chuckle. “You’re an annoying little bitch who needs to know her place, and it’s nowhere in my life.”
“Do you honestly think she’ll stay with you when she finds out about us?”
“She knows I’ve fucked whores in the past.” I shrug. Charlotte isn’t going anywhere. I’m not going to let her.
She huffs, finally yanking her trench coat closed. I step out of her way. “Now get the fuck out of my house before I go wake her up and tell her everything.”
“Are you threatening me?” she demands.
“I’m promising you. Stay the fuck away from us.”
Her eyes widen at my choice of words before she straightens her posture and gives me a bone-chilling smile. She’s good at those. “History has a way of repeating itself, Haidyn. Remember that.” Turning, she walks out of my house and slams the front door shut as if she just won a bet.
I don’t like that feeling any better than knowing she was in my house and around Charlotte. The slamming of the door has me returning to my bedroom to check if it woke her up. Charlotte’s still sound asleep on her side. One arm under my pillow and the other where I lay. Just how I left her.
I knew there was a bigger picture as to why the Lords made Annabelle insert herself into my life. If I’d been honest with myself, I would have known the reason this whole time. But even I couldn’t deny her. It was as if I pushed the big red button that says DON’T PUSH just to see what would come of it.
My concern is why now? What benefit does she get from me knowing she’s aware Charlotte is in my bed? Do I think Charlotte will walk away? No. She’s too attached. I haven’t forced her to be with me since the beginning. I gave her an out, but she came back. Because she had to, I remind myself. The Lords gave her an ultimatum, and I was her choice.
She’s working for the Lords, but I haven’t given her anything to use against me. And I never knew what they wanted until now. Now I know.
Turning, I make my way to the home gym. I need to let off some steam.
FIFTY-EIGHT
CHARLOTTE
Stretching my back, I groan. Fuck, I’m so sore. My entire body hurts. There’s a dull ache at the back of my head, and my side hurts. Whatever Devin gave me back at Carnage has worn off.
I open my heavy eyes and reach out my arms across the bed. My eyes pop open when I feel I’m alone.
Typical.
He fucks me and then leaves me. Rolling onto my back, I stare up at his dark ceiling. The sound of the rain still falls outside on the windows to my left. It’s soothing. I love it when it storms. The only thing to make it better would be if I woke up with Haidyn still inside me.
I tense. What the fuck, Charlotte?
A phone beeps, and thankfully, I don’t have to dig deeper into that thought. I roll over and pick up my cell off the nightstand and see it’s an email from the Lords. I open it up, and there’s a video. My eyes go to the bedroom door as it slowly opens farther, and then a second later, Muffin jumps up onto the bed and settles on Haidyn’s pillow.
Getting up, I grab my earbuds and lie back down again under the covers and push play on the video.
It’s not like the other videos they’ve sent me. This one is different. It’s of a large bedroom with guys standing around. Some have beers in their hands; others have mixed drinks. One guy is smoking a cigarette while the other is getting high. It looks like a college frat party of sorts. But they all have one thing in common—a cell phone in their hand—and they are all recording something in the room.