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)
“Hello, dear. How is your day?”
A laugh bubbles up, but I swallow it. “Great. Yours?” I’m trying to sound cheerful and hoping she can’t tell. My mother is very perceptive. I was never that kid who could get away with anything. She always knew.
“Quite wonderful,” she says cheerfully. “I was hoping you’re free for an early dinner. We can go to your favorite place… you know, since you’re going on vacation at the end of this week.”
I hang my head and rub the back of my neck, knowing there’s a tracker there. “Yeah, of course.” Why not? I had to cancel my dinner plans with Wesley.
“Excellent. I’ll see you soon.” Click.
I pull myself together and walk to the shower to start getting ready.
TWENTY-FOUR
HAIDYN
Senior year at Barrington
“Don’t fucking touch me,” Kash snaps, pulling away from one of the Lords dressed in cloaks and masks.
We stand in the center of the arena at Carnage. We’ve been here before for our first initiation.
“What the fuck is going on?” Kash looks at me. “We don’t have time for nonsense. Saint—”
“Is still in surgery.”
We both spin around to see the brunette bitch is back.
“What the fuck do you want?” Kashton growls. “And why the hell are we here?” He reaches his arms out wide, gesturing to the arena.
I take a look around and see it’s empty. Last time, it was packed with Lords to watch us. My eyes drop back to the woman.
She crosses her arms over her chest, pops one hip out, and smiles. “Bring them in.”
The back doors open, and I stiffen when eight men are brought in. They’re wearing a pair of black pants and that’s it. Their ribs are showing and their eyes are sunken in. Hair missing in patches. Bruises and scars cover their ashen skin.
“Fuck,” Kashton snaps.
They’re prisoners here at Carnage.
“What the fuck is going on?” I step forward, starting to panic. I tried to stay calm for Kash and keep him together while we waited for Saint to finish surgery, but now I’m starting to get a sickening feeling.
“Boys.” She turns and addresses them. “Salvation comes with a price.” She begins to speak, and the four Lords who brought us in here walk over to the eight prisoners. “You want freedom? You have to earn it.”
What is she doing?
“If you kill them, you get to walk free. Today.”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Kash steps forward, saying what I’m thinking, and I grab his shirt to keep him back.
She smirks at us. “You’re supposed to be the best of the best.” Her dark green eyes look us both up and down as her tongue runs across her red-painted lips. “Let’s see how good you really are.”
The four Lords stab syringes into the prisoners’ chests, and the blood begins to rush in my ears.
“One-on-one isn’t really fair”—she shrugs—“considering they’ve been deprived of what their bodies require to be top of their game. Not even two-to-one. But four-to-one.” Smiling, she steps to the side. “I gave them a little extra boost. I really do wish you two the best. If you survive, I get to play with you.”
I stand in my shower, my forehead on the cool wall as I let the water drown me from above. My right hand fists my hard cock, and I try to slow my racing heart.
Fuck, the memories are harder to forget than usual. I’ve become accustomed to fucking them out of me. I could call up David and have him send some girls over, but Charlotte changes things. She’s the one I’ll use, and I have to have patience. Plus, the longer I wait, the better it will be.
So I’ll just do it myself. Although it’s never as good, it’s at least some kind of release.
I push my hips forward as if she’s on her knees for me, and I slide my dick through my fist. My mouth falls open. “Fuck,” I groan, my hand picking up the pace.
She was so fucking gorgeous, looking up at me from the table, tears falling from her eyes and her cunt soaked.
Afterward, I left her lying there tied with cum leaking from her pussy while she held in the enema. Showing me how obedient she’s going to be for me.
My good girl.
“Soon, doll face,” I say. “Soon you’ll be mine.”
CHARLOTTE
Right on time, I pull into the parking lot and park next to my mother’s white Lamborghini. I can’t say that I’m not close with my mother because I am, but I was a daddy’s girl. My mom tried to make life the best for us after he died. She remarried, and I like my stepdad. He’s a good guy from what I know. As good as a Lord can be. Plus, he keeps her happy. She was in love with my father. I won’t say they had a perfect marriage, but it was one of the best ones I’ve seen in our world.