Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Jesus Christ, his wife has turned him into a pussy lover. All he needs is one of those clear backpacks that women carry around with their cats stuffed into them.
I debate going back to sleep, but he left the light on, so I have to get up anyway to at least turn it off.
Fuck it.
I pick up my cell off the nightstand and see it’s almost dead. I didn’t even bother plugging it in last night. I hate how much it hurts that I don’t have any missed calls or texts from Easton. He’s mad at me, and for good reason.
I fucked up. I seem to do that a lot.
I have a text, though, so I open it up. It’s from Mr. Fells.
It gives me a time and place for closing on my new house. It’s taken longer than I wanted, but it still moved more quickly than what is common.
I was willing to pay significantly over the asking price. Nothing is too much when it comes to my girl and our future.
Plugging my cell in to the charger, I get up.
Taking a cold shower doesn’t make me feel any better. But if I don’t go see what Haidyn and Saint want, they’ll come up to my room. Together. And I can’t escape them both. Less than fifteen minutes later, I’m pulling on a T-shirt as I shut my bedroom door, making my way down to the basement.
“What do you need?” I ask, entering the pits.
Saint has some guy strapped to the metal table in the center of the room while Haidyn stands next to it.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Saint barks at me.
Going over to the counter, I pick up Haidyn’s pack of cigarettes and remove the Zippo from my pocket, lighting one up. I left mine up in my room. “Why the fuck does it matter?” I turn to face them, leaning my ass against the edge, and take a drag from the cigarette, feeling the nicotine fill my lungs. Since when do they care what I do with my time? They don’t give me a play-by-play of what they do with theirs.
The guy on the table fights the restraints as Saint adds another over his neck.
Saint’s eyes narrow on mine, but he doesn’t say anything. Mine go to Haidyn, and he frowns at my attitude. “I see you lost the furry pussy. No longer babysitting?” His frown deepens, and I ignore it.
I’m usually the one who cuts up and keeps everyone laughing. I’m over it. I’m mad at them. Even if it’s my fault.
“What’s wrong?” Saint asks me.
“Nothing.” I turn to leave, realizing they don’t need me for anything. I could have stayed in bed and wallowed in my own pity.
“Kashton.”
“What?” I spin around and step toward him.
Saint looks at Haidyn, who shrugs as if they’ve already had several conversations about me today.
“You have something you want to say?” I come out and ask.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Saint frowns.
I begin to laugh. That’s a dumbass question. “If you haven’t figured it out by now, then quit trying.”
“What the fuck?” He throws his arms out wide. “You’re making fun of Haidyn and a cat, but you’re the one being a little bitch with an attitude.”
My brows rise to my hairline.
“So whatever the fuck it is, get it out. Right now.” He crosses his arms over his chest.
My gaze drops to the guy who is naked and strapped to the table. His wide eyes go back and forth between us. I find it ironic that it’s the man we picked up from the cathedral the night I found the woman I’ve spent years searching for. Eve was right there. So close all this time. It’s time to show my face. To remind her of who I am.
“Doesn’t matter,” I say, giving them my back once again.
“Things are fine. Back to normal,” Saint states, making me stop.
I turn to face them once again, and he looks at Haidyn. “We’ve talked it out…”
“You two talked it out.” I nod to myself. “No one has spoken to me.” I still haven’t had a chance to finish the conversation that Haidyn and I started when we rescued him.
“How many times do I have to think you’ve killed yourself? Hmm? How many times do I have to lose a brother?” I ask, looking at him lying in the hospital bed here at Carnage.
I step closer to it and shove my hands into the pockets of my bloody jeans. I haven’t had a chance to change since we pulled him from Dollhouse. “We’ve already said bye to Adam twice. And we’re going to have to do it again. But how many times are you going to leave us?” In order for Adam to help us find Haidyn, he made us promise to let him walk away from us afterward with no questions asked.