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)
Haidyn starts counting. “Three…”
“What the fuck, man?”
“Two…” He yanks something out of my back. Saint lets go of me, and I jump up, spinning around to rub the sensitive spot.
“It’s…a staple? Looks like one we use in the basement when we need to put someone back together after we’re done playing.” Haidyn holds the bloody metal in front of my face. “Why the fuck was this in your back?”
I chuckle. “I’m guessing it was what kept this in place.” I pull the wrinkled note out of my jeans pocket and hold it out to them.
Haidyn takes it and frowns, reading it. “Don’t fuck with me. I fuck back.”
I fall into my chair, lean back, and toss my muddy boots onto my desk. Chunks fall onto the surface.
“Is this some new kink you’re trying out?” Saint asks.
“Maybe.” I shrug. “If that’s what she’s into.”
“Who?” Haidyn says.
Saint rolls his eyes. “Of course you were out all night with a woman. What does she look like?” He glances over my disheveled hair, dirty jeans, and smiling face. “She’s not buried alive in a casket right now, is she? Do we need to dig her out before she dies due to lack of oxygen?”
“Most likely chained in the basement.” Haidyn chuckles.
“Not yet.” I smile. The chase is half the fun, and something tells me my girl is going to put up one hell of a fight. But I’ll win. She will belong to me forever.
I spent most of the day lying in bed, sleeping off the drugs, which pretty much made me useless. I was exhausted, but the IV Devin gave me has helped immensely. Always nice to have a doctor around.
Tonight, I want to go out. Get away from Saint and Haidyn. I’m still not in the mood to talk to them. I ride around town for a couple of hours until I find myself at Blackout.
I walk into Tyson’s office and see Sin sitting on the couch. I knew he was here because I saw his bike in the parking lot.
His blue eyes meet mine, and his still bruised face tightens. “I have to run, Ty,” he says, getting to his feet.
Ryat silently watches the exchange, noticing Sin’s change of mood.
Tyson frowns. “You just got here.”
“Yeah, well, something came up,” he lies, pulling Tyson in for a handshake hug.
“Okay. I’ll see you later,” Tyson tells him as he exits.
I go to follow when Ty speaks to me. “Don’t make a scene in my club,” he warns, knowing something is going on between us.
Ignoring him, I exit his office. The elevator is already closing, so I rush down the stairs and out the back door. “Sin?” I call out, seeing him headed to his R1. “Easton Bradley Sinnett,” I yell, like I’m hollering at my unruly son. It does the trick.
“What the fuck do you want, Kashton?” he barks, turning to face me.
“I want to talk to you.” I place my hands in the pockets of my jeans, showing him I’m not a threat. I’m not in the mood to fight him.
“I heard all I needed to hear, and I said all I needed to say.”
“We would never rat you out,” I assure him.
“We?” he growls.
Fuck.
“Who all fucking knows?” he demands.
I rub the back of my neck but won’t lie to him. “Me, Haidyn, and Saint.” He already knows Bill is aware because he made the deal with Adam.
“Goddammit. Just fucking great.” He gives a humorless laugh.
“Nothing will happen—”
“You can’t fucking make that promise,” he interrupts me. “And you can’t protect Elli if someone talks.”
“Move into Carnage.”
He snorts.
“I’m serious,” I say. “We can protect both of you there.”
He shakes his head. “Yesterday I took my wife shopping. We picked out paint for the babies’ rooms. Afterward, I took her out to lunch. She finally has the life she deserves. She’s a different person…happy. And I can’t—I won’t—take that from her. I will not force her to hide…to live a life like he had in hopes of survival. Plus, he could be on the run for another fifty years.”
“You’re right.” I hate admitting that Adam may never be free again. “But I can protect Ellington if something happens to you.”
“No. You can’t,” he argues. “If I’m dead, she’s regifted—”
“Make me her guardian.” I’m Charlotte’s guardian, but there’s no limit to how many brothers can leave me in charge of their wives after they die.
“What the fuck, Kashton?” he barks. “No!”
“It’s not like that.” I sigh. Sin would die before he willingly let another man touch his wife—romantically or to harm her.
“I’m not a fucking Spade brother.” He gives me his back, heading to his bike once again, our conversation over.
I step forward, and my question makes him pause. “What if I can make you one?”
The number of seconds that pass has me thinking I’ve gotten through to him. And then, finally, he shakes his head. “No. I won’t take that chance with her. Even if I could, it would make her invisible. The world would assume she’s dead.”