Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
“Haidyn’s tracker.” Kashton holds up the bloody device before throwing it to the floor. Then he picks up his wedding ring. “What…what the fuck is going on?”
“Start from the beginning.” Saint looks at me.
I open my mouth, but I can’t speak. Instead, the bile starts to rise, and I scramble off my bed and fall to all fours on the floor.
“Shit,” Saint hisses over me.
I’m too weak to even stand. After being drugged, the two-day fuck-fest and then Haidyn leaving me tied to a bed for who the hell knows how long, my body is exhausted. A burning sensation intensifies deep in my chest. “I’m…going…”
“Let me help you,” he says, knowing what I’m trying to say, and ushers me into the bathroom. I fall to my knees in front of the toilet, and he pulls my hair back for me while I throw up like I’ve been partying my ass off on a two-day bender instead of losing the love of my life.
Just know that it was real for me, and I hope that one day you can forgive me, beautiful.
Sitting back on my heels, Saint reaches over and flushes it for me. “You okay?”
I nod, wiping the back of my hand across my lips, and he helps me to stand. He remains by my side while I take a sip of water from the sink and rinse my mouth with mouthwash. Then we return to my bedroom where Kashton waits for us.
Saint sits me on the edge of the bed, and my watery eyes look over the ropes that they cut to get me free.
He left me. I never thought that Haidyn would do that.
Saint begins to hand me my clothes, and I take a calming breath, trying to stop the tears. If anyone can help Haidyn, it’s his brothers. I begin to tell them everything I remember and what Haidyn had told me happened that filled in the missing spots.
“Who were the Lords that were in your house?” Saint demands.
“I don’t know. I never saw their faces.”
Saint looks at Kashton, probably trying to decide whether they believe me.
“Obviously, whoever it is has to be connected to her.”
The way Kashton says her, makes my chest tighten. “I tried to get him to stay.” A fresh tear runs down my cheek. I love him. I would have done anything for him except give him up. Except live a life without him. Didn’t I prove that to him when the Lords made me choose between me and him? Haidyn knew that I thought it was real. That I chose him.
“Come on.” Saint grabs my underwear that he had tossed on the bed next to me and crouches down to slide them onto my legs. He pulls me to stand, yanking them up. I fall back down onto the bed and allow him to dress me.
I’m numb and heartbroken. How can Haidyn do this to me? To us? I didn’t even want him in my life, and now he’s left me with a hole in my heart. Completely devastated. How do I function in life without him? I’ve become dependent on him for everything.
“Let’s go,” Kashton growls, already leaving my room.
It doesn’t even matter where they’re taking me. I have better luck seeing Haidyn again if I’m with them than being here alone. I’m the one he walked away from after all. I can’t bring him back, but they can drag him back to me. Then I’ll show him how fucking crazy a woman in love can be because I’ll never let him out of my sight again.
Saint pulls me to stand, then sweeps me up into his arms. I’m shaking, and that bile taste returns, but it’s not as strong this time.
“Are you going to get sick again?” he asks as if he knows.
“I…I don’t know.”
“Just let me know and I’ll pull over,” Saint assures me.
Kashton opens the back door to a black Escalade for Saint, and he places me into the SUV. He then takes the driver’s seat while Kashton gets in the passenger seat.
I try to calm my breathing. If anyone can find the man I love, it’s them. I rub my sore wrists. They’ve already started to bruise.
“What are you doing?” Saint asks Kashton.
“I’m going through his cell. There has to be someone in here who knows something.”
“Adam,” Saint states, giving him a quick look before driving onto the highway. “Look for Adam in his contacts.”
Kashton shakes his head after a second. “There’s no Adam, but hang on…” He quickly scans through them. “There’s a contact under Ghost.”
“Give it a try.” Saint shrugs. “Can’t fucking hurt.”
He places the call on speakerphone and holds it out so they can both hear it ring. It stops on the second ring before a man’s voice fills the SUV. “Hey, man—”
“Adam?” Saint barks.