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)
“I’m sorry.” He sobs, body shaking uncontrollably.
“I know.” Letting go of his face, I slap his chest. “But why here? Why tonight? You said you thought I was dead.” I rub my chin.
He nods, sniffling. “I got a message that you were dead…”
“Who the fuck from?” I demand, making him jump.
“It was an unknown number.” He cries. “I thought it was the Lords.”
“And?”
“And I called Holland, wondering if he was the one who sent it.” He stops to take a breath. “He said no but that he owed Elli for what you did to Marcus because of her. And since you were dead…” Trailing off, he doesn’t finish that sentence. But I can connect the dots.
I take the pocketknife in my hand and stab him in the thigh. He throws his head back, screaming. “Focus, Chance.” I slap his bloody face enough to get his attention. “Pay attention.”
His bloodshot eyes meet mine, drool running from his busted lips while he bares his teeth at the pain. I remove the knife, making him sob. “Then what? How did you know she was here?”
“We’ve been waiting for her to return home for over an hour. Me and Holland were here. Amelia was at the other house. We knew once she was notified you were dead, she’d return home to one of them.” Sucking in a deep breath, he hangs his head.
I look at Tyson, who has remained silent as I get the information I needed, and he finally speaks, “What is she on right now?’
“Ec-stasy,” comes his shaky voice.
“Did you lace it with anything?” I ask through gritted teeth. I don’t want her going through another two days of hell like the last time she went out. That was torture for her and for me, not being able to help her. Being helpless to the one you love is a different kind of hell.
“No.” He looks up at me through his wet lashes and I arch a brow. “I promise. We just wanted her…”
“Wanted her what?” Tyson snaps, ready to get this over with.
“Begging.” He hangs his head. “Not dead.”
“Tyson.” I nod to Chance, and he walks behind him.
Chance’s head snaps up, wide eyes on mine. “I didn’t know,” he rushes out. “You were dead.”
“Yet here I am.” I hold my arms out wide.
Tyson grabs a hold of Chance’s hair and yanks his head back. I run the tip of the blade slowly across his neck, doing exactly what I told him I’d do. Stepping back, I watch the bastard bleed out onto the floor with a smile on my face.
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
SIN
I GET HER back to our house and carry her into the kitchen. The only light that’s on is over the stove, giving me just enough to see the island and to set her down on a barstool. “Sit right here,” I tell her, turning to the fridge and grabbing her a water.
Turning back to her, I see she’s now bent over, chest and face lying on the marble island, arms fanned out in front of her. Sitting the bottle down, I go over and flip on the light, only to turn back and freeze when I see a man sitting at the head of the table, and it’s not her father. “What the fuck do you want?” I growl.
He taps his fingers on the table, tilting his head to the side. His blue eyes drop to Elli, and I step in front of the island to block his view of her, and he smirks. “I don’t believe in love,” he states and I snort. “Something so pure can’t survive in hell. But I do believe in revenge.”
“Why are you here?” I’ve had all the riddles I can take tonight. I’m fucking sore as shit and exhausted. I just want to clean both of us off and crawl into bed with my wife, knowing she’s safe and sound.
“Do you know why I called Tyson and told him to bring you back after your first meeting with us at Carnage?”
“No.” I didn’t care.
“Me and my brothers didn’t run Carnage when Nicholas was brought in. Not until later on. But we found it strange that all those nine years he’d been there no one ever asked about him. Until after you showed up.”
I frown, stepping closer to the table. “What do you mean?”
“We hadn’t asked who you wanted because it didn’t matter. We don’t hand anyone over. No one gets a pass. But you…” He sits up straighter. “You show up with Tyson, demanding to see our roster, and when we tell you no, you leave. That very next day we get a phone call. Someone checking on a Lord. Do you know how often we get calls from people wanting to know the status of someone at Carnage?”
“How many?”
“Never.”
“Who was it?” I wonder, looking over my shoulder to see her still lying on the island. I quickly scan the room to make sure the other two aren’t here as well. I’m here alone right now. Gavin dropped me and Elli off and her father stayed back at the house with Tyson to clean up the mess of dead bodies we made.