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)
I lick my lips. “Who was that?” I ask.
“A friend. They got the guy who broke into the house.”
He means Adam—the guy hiding out at Haidyn’s house. For some reason, he doesn’t want me to know who Adam is. Have I not proven that he can trust me? “What does that mean?”
Yawning, he answers. “We’re going back home when we wake up from our nap.”
“Is the guy dead?” I ask, wanting to know.
He kisses my cheek and whispers, “He will be.”
SEVENTY-ONE
HAIDYN
Ididn’t say goodbye to Kashton or Saint before Charlotte and I left Carnage. After I fucked her, I passed out. Then when I woke up, she was sound asleep, and it was dark outside.
After a quick visit from Devin to administer a new tracker, I woke her up, and we left. I wanted her back at our home, in our bed. Adam comes and goes a lot, so for the most part, it’s just her and me there, and I like that.
Plus, I wanted to get her away from Ashtyn. That whole situation was…awkward. Charlotte has nothing to worry about, but she’s not going to believe what I have to say because I haven’t proven it to her. But I will. I’ll make her understand that no other woman can compare to her.
I’m in my home gym when the door opens and Adam enters. I put down the weights and grab my towel to dry off my face. He wasn’t here when we got home earlier this morning. “What’d you find out?”
He straddles one of the benches and looks up at me. “Found him five miles from here. Holed up in an abandoned cottage. His target was me.”
I frown. “You?”
He nods. “Went through his cell, and all he had was my name and this address. So I think he just assumed you were me, and he planned on taking both you and Charlotte out. Leave no witnesses sort of thing.” He stands and pulls his cell out of his pocket. “I have somewhere to be.” His eyes meet mine again. “I’ll be away for a while.”
I nod, enjoying the idea of having the house to ourselves. He walks out and I turn toward my weights to get back to it when the door opens again. I turn expecting it to be Adam, but my wife enters, dressed in a pretty red sun dress and a pair of heels. She’s got her hair down and curled with her makeup done. Her matching red lips make me want to tie her up, push her to her knees and fist her hair while I smear the lipstick all over my cock.
The only thing I want her wearing right now is my ring and maybe a gag in her mouth while she drools all over herself. “Where do you think you’re going?” I ask her.
I don’t want my wife to feel like a prisoner in our home, and the guy who was following her is locked away inside Carnage. Someone sent him to follow her so how many more are watching every move she makes? It still makes me nervous to think of her being out of my sight. Knowing that someone could hurt her. But this house is no longer safe if Adam has a hit on him, and they know he lives here. I’ll hire security, add more cameras all over the property, and make sure that this place is on lockdown twenty-four seven. The thought of taking her back to Carnage comes to mind, but I push it to the side.
Maybe I’ll take her out of town? Snowed in at a cabin secluded in the mountains sounds nice. Her tied to a wooden four-post bed begging me to fuck her. But so does the thought of my wife lying naked on our own private beach while she’s tied to a lounge chair with a vibrator in her cunt and a plug in her ass. As she comes all over herself, I sit next to her drinking a scotch and watching the sun set while I listen to her moan into the gag.
“We are going out today,” she states, crossing her arms over her chest and interrupting the visuals I just gave myself.
I smirk, loving her attitude. It’s so cute. She’s had one since I woke her up at Carnage last night. “And where are we going, doll face?”
“To get you a wedding ring,” she says matter-of-factly. “Then we’re going to lunch to eat like a normal married couple.” Giving me her back and heading for the door, she adds, “You have thirty minutes before I leave. And your ass better be ready.”
I laugh as she slams the door shut. My girl wants to claim me as hers by wearing a ring. I won’t tell her that I already have one in a drawer in the closet. I just haven’t put it on. I didn’t think she’d care that much about it. But if she wants to take me to get one, then I’ll let her.