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)
Looking up, I see Sin and Ryat in the middle of a conversation. I interrupt, not caring what they’re talking about. “Ryat?”
“Yeah?” His green eyes meet mine.
“What did Blakely do for her initiation after you two got married?” A Lady has to be initiated, and considering the rank her Lord holds, will depend on how much the Lords require of her to prove her worthy of him.
He sits back on the couch. “They gave her two…the first one was to prove her loyalty to me with divorce papers—she passed by not signing and tossing them into the fireplace.” He smiles proudly at the thought. “The second was she had to kill a Lord, but the night of the initiation, she was attacked, so the Lords excused it.”
Hmm. That’s interesting that they didn’t give her a new one. Or at least fulfill the previous one later, but that’s all the information he wanted to give so I’ll accept it. I look at Sin, who sits next to him. He’s typing on his cell. “Sin, what did Ellington have to do?”
His eyes meet mine for a brief second. “They made me put her through hell.” Then he goes back to typing to who I can only guess is his pregnant wife.
Tyson gets my attention, sitting behind his desk. “Found a wife, Haidyn?” He smirks.
Tyson’s wife didn’t have to be initiated. He got to choose who he wanted and when he wanted to make her his. It was something he had negotiated with the Lords in taking over Blackout.
I shake my head. “Just curious.” Vague, I know, but I don’t want anyone to know anything just yet regarding Charlotte. Plus, the Spade brothers have different rules when it comes to wives and Ladies.
Getting up, I exit Tyson’s office on the second floor of Blackout. I walk across the walkway and come to a stop. Curling my hands around the railing, I look down over the packed club.
I spot her immediately. She’s hard to miss, dressed in a black minidress and red heels, and standing at the main bar with three shots lined up. She throws each one back and then slams the glasses down. Two women stand next to her doing the same and a man at the end.
I know who they all are. I went through her cell while she was down in the basement. I wanted to know everything I could about my newest toy. They’re part of her “fake” life. The question is, why did she come out with them tonight? Just how deep is this second life she has?
It’s not hard to figure out, really. She needs to keep up the facade. That’s why she called me. The Lords sent her to me, and she can’t walk away. No matter what I do to her, she has to take it or else…the real question is, what is the else? Am I her initiation? If so, why me? Maybe she’s been handed over to another Lord, and they’ve sent her to me because they think I’ll give them inside information about Carnage. Too bad for them, I’m not talking, but I’ll make sure to send her back to her Lord with my cum dripping from every hole she has to offer.
Maybe this is about Ashtyn? I don’t see that being a possibility, though, because Charlotte was placed in my life before Saint dragged Ashtyn back home. Not by much though. But in our world, you can’t rule anything out.
I’m going to do whatever the fuck I can to find out. She’ll tell me what I want to know, even if I have to force it out of her. But I’m all for the long game.
“Your latest fuck?”
I look over to see Sin has joined me out on the walkway. Placing his tatted forearms on the railing, he leans over, his eyes looking down over the bar where I was. His eyes immediately come back to mine…then return to her.
Looking over at the door to Tyson’s office, I see him and Ryat standing right outside of it in conversation.
“What did you drive tonight?” I ask Sin.
Straightening his back, he turns to look at me. “My car. Do you need it?”
I look back over at her and see her lift a shot up in the air. Her friends clank them together, causing some of the liquid to spill over the edge of hers and run down her arm. Her friend grabs Charlotte’s wrist and licks it to lap up the drink spilled as Charlotte throws her head back and laughs.
“Yeah.” I dig my hand into the pocket of my leather jacket and hold up the key to my bike. “I’ll trade you for the night.” I can’t put her on the back of my R1. And she’s not leaving this place with anyone but me.