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)
They probably wouldn’t see it that way. Bill is an attorney, and he was hanging on Adam’s every word. Which tells me Bill thinks I have no chance of fighting this.
I’m fucked.
KASHTON
Senior year at Barrington
I groan, rolling onto my back. There’s something cold and hard underneath me. My heavy eyes open, and it takes a few seconds for my vision to focus on nothing but darkness. Then my memory starts to return.
Alarms sounding at Carnage woke me up…our fathers dead…Ashtyn broke my nose and kneed me in the balls…then she shot Saint…a woman arrived at Carnage…her minions threw Haidyn and me into the arena…we fought eight prisoners who were all on adrenaline…I collapsed afterward…
I grunt and instantly regret it. That’s why I’m so sore.
Sitting up, I run a bloody hand down my face. “Fuck.” My tongue is swollen. I must have bitten it, because the taste of blood still lingers.
“What the…” I trail off when a light shines from my left.
“Good morning, sunshine.”
I look over to see the fucking bitch standing on the other side of the prison door.
My chest rises when I take a deep breath. “Who the fuck are you and why are you here?” I demand.
She laughs, and the irritating sound makes my skin crawl. “I’m here to teach you all a lesson.”
“Fucking bitch.” I get to my feet but stumble back into the wall, my legs are wobbly and feet unsteady. Placing my head in my hands, I grip my hair. Fuck, did she drug me? Or am I just that weak from the fight?
Her laughter grows. “I bet when you woke up this morning you didn’t think you’d be the only Spade brother left.”
My head snaps up and my pulse quickens. “No—”
“Funny how one annoying cunt can ruin everything.”
Ashtyn? She must be talking about Ashtyn. Because she’s the reason all this is happening. What the fuck is she into that she would shoot Saint? All we’ve done is protect her. Saint has done things to her that I don’t agree with, but she’s not my wife.
Pushing myself off the wall, I drag my left leg as I hobble to the door. I wrap my hands around the bars. “I’m going to kill you, you fucking bitch.”
She just smiles at me. “Promises. Promises.”
“Haidyn?” I call out into the hallway, hoping he responds. I just need to know he’s not dead. “HAIDYN?” And Saint? Ashtyn shot him. Did he not survive surgery? If he’s dead, I’ll make it my life’s mission to hunt Ashtyn down and kill her with my bare hands. I will gladly watch the life drain out of her eyes with no remorse.
Fucking bitch.
“Hai-dyn?” My voice cracks, and I start to cough.
The woman reaches through the bars and pushes something up against my sweat-covered chest, and it knocks me on my back.
“Christ,” I say through gritted teeth. Every muscle in my body is tight. Did she tase me?
“Get used to this room, Kashton. It’s your home until I say otherwise.”
A bright light turns on, and I place my hands over my face to shield my eyes. “Goddammit.” I scramble to the nearest wall and push my back against it.
Opening my eyes, I hold up my hand like a visor and blink rapidly in order to get my vision to adjust.
I wish I was blind.
My hand falls to my side, and I swallow the knot in my throat when I take in my home. I’m not surprised to see that I’m in the basement of Carnage, locked in a cell. That was a given.
What does surprise me is that all the walls and floor are covered in tallies. This is my punishment. A reminder that I’m all alone.
I don’t know how long I was in there. At least a couple of weeks. The light never turned off, and the silence was deafening. All I had was my imagination, and that’s never a good thing.
Isabella let me believe Saint and Haidyn were both dead. Adam had left us. I had no one.
I convinced myself I was going insane when I could see Eve in there with me. My mind always wandered back to her and that night on the Isabella. But it ended differently.
She didn’t run from me. I wasn’t a Lord, and she wasn’t a woman who’d almost been raped by one. We were husband and wife, and the Isabella was our home. We stayed out in the middle of the ocean where no one could harm us. The world didn’t even know we existed.
It was perfect.
Just when I’d get to the good part, one of Isabella’s guards would come to feed me. I refused for a while, but then remembered I didn’t want to die.
I needed to stay healthy. I was the only Spade brother left. It was up to me to catch Ashtyn and make her pay for what she caused. What she cost me. My family.