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)
“Nothing,” Adam barks. “I’m telling you to do something.”
“Haidyn wouldn’t want…”
“Haidyn isn’t fucking here!” Adam shouts, interrupting Gavin. “I’m telling you to do something. She’s hurting herself.”
“I say let her do whatever she wants.” Kashton sounds amused. I wasn’t even aware he was in the room. “We don’t force the prisoners to eat. If she wants to die a slow death of starvation, then let her.”
“Kash.” Adam growls his name in warning. “You’re her guardian, for Christ’s sake.”
I still don’t know what that means, and I’m no longer sure I want to.
“I didn’t sign shit.” Kashton laughs like it’s a joke.
“We can move her over to the hospital.” Devin speaks next, trying to come up with a plan.
“That’s a start. Then what?” Adam lowers his voice.
“Feeding tube,” one suggests.
“She’ll just pull it out.” Saint chuckles at their Band-Aid for a life-threatening illness.
As if he even cares what happens to me. Honestly, I’m not even sure I have the energy for that.
“Restraints,” Gavin adds. “They’ll keep her from being able to harm herself or remove the feeding tube.”
“Restrain her to the bed?” Adam repeats, liking the sound of that option.
A moan escapes my cracked lips at the thought of being tied down. Not because I’m horny but because it makes me think of Haidyn. “Are you a rope bunny, doll face?” I can hear his voice ask me that question. If they blindfold me too, then I can pretend he’s in the room. Just being his typical dickhead self and making me wait to get off until he thinks I’m ready. Making me use my words and beg him.
He’s trained my body and my mind to need him. And then he just leaves me and expects me to go on with my life like I imagined him this whole time.
“None of that will be happening,” a woman’s voice states.
“Ash—”
“Help me get her to the bathroom, Adam.” She interrupts Saint. “Now.”
“I don’t think…”
“I don’t give a fuck what you think, Adam,” she shouts. “Give me twenty-four hours with her.” No one says anything to that, and she repeats, “Help me get her to the bathroom.”
“Come on, princess,” Adam says softly before arms roughly slide underneath my body. He picks me up, and my head hangs off the side of his arm as he enters the en suite bathroom.
My eyes are open, but I don’t see anything. Not really anyway. Just blurry shapes and bright, shiny lights. Unless he takes me to see Haidyn, it doesn’t matter.
The sound of running water fills my ears, and I’m set on the side of the tub. The room spins as if I’ve been drinking for days, but I know it’s because I’ve been depriving my body of what it needs to survive.
“I’ll give you ten minutes,” Adam tells Ashtyn. “If it doesn’t work, then we do it my way.”
“You don’t get to show back up out of nowhere—again—and start giving orders, Adam.” She gives a rough laugh.
“Haidyn wouldn’t want her to live like this,” he argues.
I want to say he left me, but it doesn’t matter. They all know that.
“I also know Haidyn wouldn’t want her drugged, tied to a hospital bed, and fed through a tube,” she snaps. “Now, get the fuck out.” She shoves his chest, slamming the door shut in his face before locking it.
She places her hands on either side of my face, forcing me to look at her. I hate how pretty she is. And that all I see when I look at her, is how much Haidyn cares for her. Would he have left her like he left me? Why didn’t he try to run with me like I asked?
“I’m trying to help you. Help me in return.”
“Doesn’t…matter,” I whisper. It’s the first thing I’ve said in days.
Instead of arguing with me, she slides off Haidyn’s T-shirt that I wear and my underwear. I don’t have the strength to fight her or care that she sees me naked. Everyone else has, so what’s one more person?
She takes my hand and helps me into the Jacuzzi tub as it fills with warm water. I slide down into it, waiting for the water to get high enough to just drown me.
“They’ll find him,” she speaks softly. “And you need to look your best when you see your husband again.”
My head falls to the side, and I look at Haidyn’s bathroom counter. His cologne, a toothbrush, and a soap dish are all that’s on it.
“After your bath, I’ll have Jessie get you some food.” She continues.
At the mention of eating, I feel the need to vomit. It’s been a few days since I did that. My hand goes to my mouth, and I swallow it down.
She pauses, shampoo lathering in her hands. Her eyes meet mine when she asks, “Are you pregnant?”
A pain in my chest makes me flinch. “No,” I answer, dropping my eyes to the water filling the bathtub.