Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
My phone rings again but I press decline when I see it’s my father. I have nothing to say to him right now. I squeal out of the driveway. I make my way down the dirt road parallel to the house where I used to hide on my bike when I would sneak in to see her, and pull my cell out. I’m watching her stand next to Chance in the ballroom. No smile on her face. She doesn’t even look fucked up, just blank. She’s no longer my little demon. She’s Ellington Asher, the girl they wanted to break. The girl who has no idea just how powerful she can be.
I’m her only hope.
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I PULL UP at Blackout and rush into the club and up to Tyson’s office.
“Call them back.” I barge through the door, not even bothering to knock.
He looks up at me from behind his desk.
“Tell them I want another meeting,” I demand.
“Sin, the Spade brothers don’t work like that. They may be Lords but it’s not the same as you and me.”
“You don’t answer to the Lords,” I remind him. I’m not going to pretend to understand what the fuck the Spade brothers actually do for the Lords, and I couldn’t care less.
He fists his hands. “You’re born a Lord; you die a Lord.” Growling, he adds, “No one is untouchable when it comes to taking their oath.” Running a hand through his hair, he sighs. “You’ll just be wasting our time. They told you no…”
“There’s a woman,” I interrupt him.
Leaning back in his chair, he glares at me. His eyes give him away. I didn’t tell him her name, or any-fucking-thing about this bitch, but he knows exactly who she is and that she’s important to them.
“Maybe we can find her? Trade her or something.”
He gives a rough laugh. “Trade her? You understand that if you could locate her, and hand her over, you’d be no better than Linc.”
I snort as I turn from his desk and begin to pace. That burning sensation still crawling all over my skin. I could kill a hundred men right now with my bare hands. I wish I wouldn’t have killed David. He’d be a good candidate to torture right now.
“I’m serious, Sin. You’d be throwing this girl to a pack of wolves. They would rip her apart piece by piece. She is the reason they are the way they are.”
He talks as if I know what he means. I don’t and, again, I don’t care. Walking back over to his desk, I slam my hands down on it, making his eyes narrow on mine. I’ve never known Tyson to be soft. He’s ruthless, a fucking legend to all of us. “Afraid I’ll never forgive myself?”
He chuckles at that as if it was a stupid thought. “Forgiveness doesn’t exist in our world.”
Maybe he feels sorry for the girl because he thinks she’s an innocent. His chosen changed him. Tyson’s path as a Lord was going to make him a billionaire. A respected and powerful CEO with the perfect family that would have included kids and a dog. He gave it all up when his chosen was killed. She was slaughtered for something she didn’t do. He loved her. As much as a Lord can love a woman anyway. It put her in harm’s way, and she paid the ultimate price.
I won’t allow that to happen to Elli. I’ll burn this motherfucking world down before I let a man take her from me. I’ll love her no matter how I get her back, broken or not.
“I don’t give a fuck about her.” I finally answer his previous question regarding the woman. Let the wolves have her. If it means I can have my little demon back, then so be it. I’m willing to spill blood, even if it’s not mine. No one ever cared about Elli, so why should I care about some bitch that I don’t even know?
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Ty—”
“She’s long gone, Sin. You won’t find her.”
Fuck! I fall onto the couch and lean back, my hands covering my face. I’m running out of options. Out of time. I know Elli. She’s going to stay fucked up twenty-four seven. She’ll die of an overdose eventually. By accident or on purpose, won’t matter.
“Go home, Sin,” he dismisses me. “Get some rest and think twice before you get irrational over pussy.”
His cell rings and I stand, about to walk out, when he gets my attention by lifting his finger his to lips to signal for me to be quiet. I frown but nod.
Answering his phone, he places the call on speaker. “Hello?”
“Tyson,” the guy speaks. “Something has been brought to our attention.” I recognize the voice. It’s one of the Spade brothers, but I’m not sure which one. My one and only meeting with them was very short.