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)
“He had to leave town this morning.” She gives me a smile. “He received a work call last night.”
I nod. The Lords. This is why I could never have a relationship outside of the society. Not like they would allow it anyway. I’d be choosing to walk away, and I’m too deep at this point. The only way out is death.
“I’m going to use the restroom,” Wesley announces before he walks down the hallway and into one of the many guest bathrooms.
“Come on, darling. You need to get some food in you. Help that hangover.”
I follow her into the formal dining room to see her staff has already set the table. I sit down and wait for Wesley to join us. My mother likes him. She thinks he’s a good filler. And that you must do what must be done to get where you want to be in life. And my mother wants nothing more in this life than for me to get ahead with the Lords. Not many women get the chance like I’m getting, and I refuse to let her down.
SIXTEEN
HAIDYN
Iwake up, my head foggy and my eyes heavy. Last I remember I was tied to a cold table, and Devin was injecting adrenaline into my chest. Then he was cutting the bullet out of my chest. I blink, and the room comes into focus. I try to move and can’t. “Ashtyn?” I ask, my voice cracking. I clear my throat. “Ashtyn?”
A hand slaps over my mouth, and I can’t even fight them. At this point, I hope they just stab me to death. My body has given up.
“Shh.” A set of green eyes look down into mine, and I sigh at the familiar face.
It’s Adam.
He removes his hand, and I look around to see I’m in a hospital room back at Carnage. How long have I been out? Where did the guys go who kidnapped me and Ashtyn? “I—”
“Shut the fuck up, Haidyn,” Adam whispers harshly while he’s over at the counter.
My eyes do a quick scan to see he’s dressed in all black with a bulletproof vest on. A black mask sits on the counter as well.
“Where is Ashtyn?” I ask, needing to know.
“She’s…back here at Carnage,” he says, and I don’t like the way he says it.
“What do you mean back?”
He turns to face me with a syringe in his hand. “Listen, I don’t have a lot of time. Do you want to help her or not?”
I nod. “Of course.”
Walking over to the door, he opens it, and I see Gavin enter. They exchange a look that makes my pulse pick up. What the fuck have I missed? How long have I been out?
Gavin comes over to the bed and starts putting cold sticky pieces of tape on my chest and connecting wires to them. “You’re going to have to appear dead, Haidyn. But I’m going to bring you back.”
I blink, my eyes heavy, but I manage to nod. “O-kay.” Licking my busted lips, I add, “Do what you have to do.”
Adam looks at Gavin and nods. “See you on the other side, brother.” He places the needle into the lead in my IV, and my body instantly feels cold. My heart slows, and I feel like I’ve been paralyzed before everything goes black.
I sit straight up, gasping for air. One hand goes to my chest, the other to cover my face. “Fuck,” I groan at the lingering pain from the bullet I took after the wreck.
“Can I get you anything, Sir?”
I drop my hands and look up at the flight attendant. She’s staring down at me with a soft smile on her face.
“No, thanks,” I answer, and she looks like she wants to ask again, but instead nods and makes her way to the back of the private jet.
I left Adam behind in Vegas. He said he had something to take care of, and I left it at that. It was a fucking waste of time. I have nothing but a picture of a man that we don’t know, and I’ve barely slept in the past twenty-four hours when I could have been passed out and high on pain meds.
Kashton and Ashtyn are still blowing up my cell, and I continue to ignore them both. Still nothing from Saint. I’m not even sure what to do now. I had a plan, but of course nothing is going as I wanted it to. Like my fucking life.
Sighing, I lean back and close my eyes again, trying to get a nap in before I land back in Pennsylvania. Who knows what shit show I’ll return to.
ANNABELLE
“O.M.W.” by Mellina Tey blasts from my earbuds as I round the corner toward my house. It’s a muggy morning, and the road is still wet from last night’s storm. I’m drenched in sweat. My goal for this morning was two and a half miles, but I went well over three.