Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry, Tyson, but I did no such thing.” Gavin shakes his head.
Somehow, Jackson intercepted Gavin’s cell and made sure he gave Lake something else? What the fuck was in that shot? But why? And how the fuck did he know where we were? “Where is he? I want him here. Right now!”
“I’ll call him.” Gavin scrolls through the numbers in his cell, trying to find Jackson’s. “I’ll ask him to meet me here.”
“He’ll know it’s a setup,” I say and look at Kashton. No one comes to Carnage to hang out. And the Lords know that the Spade brothers have their own medical staff. So why would they need Gavin here?
Kashton pops his knuckles. “Tell him you need help, and you’re sending him a car. I’ll go pick his ass up.”
Gavin nods and walks away, giving us his back while placing his phone to his ear. I step into Bramsen. “Does my wife know?”
He shakes his head. “As far as I know, she was already sedated by the time they got the results.”
LAIKYN
I’m coughing up blood. The spit flies from my mouth as the van comes to a stop. I’m pulled from the floor where I was shoved facedown after they ripped my tooth out of my mouth. It hurts so bad; I can’t stop sobbing. Which just makes the throbbing worse.
“Let’s go, bitch.” My hair is grabbed, and I’m yanked from the van. I’m tossed over a shoulder and carried away as I fight the bastard but am unsuccessful.
I’m thrown onto a gurney, and I kick and scream as I’m pushed down a hallway. The bright lights that hang from the ceiling pass quickly as if they’re running. A hand reaches down to press on my chest, and I lift my head to bite down on it. They shouldn’t have removed the gag.
That grants me a slap to the face so hard my eyes fall shut. “I want her sedated,” he barks out as I’m pushed into a room. “Right now. Knock her the fuck out.”
I’m shoved over onto my side, my hands all of a sudden free, and I use them to push off the bed. I run for the door, but it’s quickly closed, and I’m picked up off my feet. I’m screaming at the top of my lungs while I see people just standing around watching this man throw me down.
He gets up on the bed, straddling me, and pins my hands down by my head. “Fucking sedate her! Now! And where the fuck are the restraints?”
“No. No. No.” I can’t fight them off if I’m sedated and restrained. Where is Tyson? Was he in the fire? I saw it. The club was burning when we finally drove away in the van. I can still hear the screams coming from inside. Or maybe it was me that I heard when they yanked out my tooth. Arching my back, I suck in a deep breath. “TYSON!”
Someone else grabs my wrists, letting him release them. Instead, he wraps both hands around my neck and starts to choke me. I buck my hips, thrashing underneath him from side to side, but my arms are secured down to my sides. Then I feel hands on my legs, pinning them down as well.
“You know…” He lowers his face to mine. “He might have actually done me a favor. You may be worth something pregnant.”
No. I’m not pregnant. Tyson wouldn’t let that happen. I don’t want that to happen. And this is the exact reason why. No one is coming to save me. No one even knows I’m alive.
He shoves my head into the mattress before letting go and gets up off me. I gasp, sucking in breaths, my lungs burning.
I yank on the restraints, realizing they’ve got me tied down to the bed, and any piece of hope I had that I might escape this is smothered. My chest so tight he might as well be sitting on top of me again.
“I want her sedated until I say otherwise. And get that pregnancy test done.” He barks out orders, and people run in and out of the room.
“I’m… not…” Deep breath. “Pregnant.”
He leans over my bed and grips my tear-streaked cheeks. “You better pray to God that you are. Otherwise, you’re no use to me.” His hand drops to my chest and it reminds me that I’m still topless. He grabs my breast painfully before slapping me across the face, making me cry out. “A worthless bitch is a dead bitch.”
His hand lowers to my black booty shorts and I can’t fight him as he cuts them off me. I’m sobbing when his fingers move my underwear to the side. “I guess if the results come back negative, I can fuck you until you’re pregnant.” He kisses my tear-streaked face when his fingers enter me. “Either way, I’m going to make you useful.”