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)
“Let her go,” Kashton demands. “And I won’t blow your fucking head off.”
Wesley laughs. “Do you really think I’ll let you drag me to Carnage? That I’d ever go back to that god-awful place?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Saint barks.
He doesn’t answer and the room falls silent, and I try to wiggle free of his hold. I’m so tired, and my head pounds. I just want to crawl back into bed with my husband. He needs me. We’re wasting time.
“Wesley…”
“My name isn’t Wesley,’” he shouts, shaking me.
I feel the heavy gun in my right hand, and I point it down at the ground, not taking a second to think about it. I pull the trigger, momentarily going deaf as it echoes in the tight concrete box. Wesley shoves me forward, and I turn around to see him step out of the room. His mouth is open, and he’s screaming, but the only thing I hear is the sound of my ears ringing from the first shot.
Lifting the gun, I shoot again, and he falls to his knees as blood covers his jeans.
The gun is ripped from my hands, and I’m pushed to the concrete floor onto my back. I look up to see Kashton straddling me. His hands grip my wrists, holding them down as he looks over to the right. His mouth is moving, but I can’t understand what he’s saying.
That ringing is still there. I don’t even try to fight him.
He lets go of me, gets up, and yanks me to my feet. Placing his hands on either side of my face, he searches my eyes as his lips move but still nothing. Picking me up, he carries me out of the room, and my head hangs off his arm as I see Ryat and Sin rush into the room and help Saint pull an unconscious Haidyn out of bed.
I’m carried onto the plane and set on the couch. I haven’t spoken to anyone. My ears finally quit ringing, but my face is still pounding.
“Fuck,” Kashton hisses. Pushing my head from side to side, he examines my face. “I think you broke her fucking nose,” he growls.
“I had to do something,” Bill growls, walking on next.
“Haidyn is going to kill you.” Kashton goes on.
“He has to live first,” Bill snaps. “Now get over here and help us.”
Kashton leaves me to walk back over to the open door. Next, I see Sin, Ryat, and Tyson helping Saint carry Haidyn onto the plane. He’s still unconscious. I sat next to him in the car holding his cold hand. I would pray, but there is no God. Not one who listens to a murderer.
I jump to my feet and rush over to them.
“Stay back, love.” Kashton picks me up and carries me back over to the couch where he sets me down. “Let them work.”
Gavin and Devin step onto the plane, and the door instantly shuts as the engines roar to life.
“Where are your guys?” Sin asks Tyson.
“They’re on the ground. They got Hudson and Isabella. They’re going to meet us back at Carnage. We didn’t want them on the plane with us, so they’re driving.”
They lay Haidyn on the floor, and Gavin and Devin instantly dropped to their knees next to him.
“Why…isn’t he awake?” My voice cracks because my throat is so sore from sobbing. I feel sick to my stomach again, but I’ve managed to keep it down.
No one answers me. Instead, they speak as if I’m not right here.
“His pulse is weak,” Gavin informs Devin.
His skin is so pale.
“He’s fucking dying. Do something,” Saint orders.
I begin to crawl over to him, but I’m picked up off the floor. “No!” I cry as Kashton carries me to the back of the plane. I kick and scream, but it doesn’t do any good as he takes me into the back bedroom. He tosses me onto the bed and straddles my hips, pinning my arms down by my head.
I arch my back and scream, “HAIDYN?” hoping he can hear me. That he can wake up for me.
“Hurry up,” Kashton snaps, looking over his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Charlotte. But this is for your own good,” Adam states as he fills a syringe with something from a clear vial.
I kick my feet and buck my hips, but Kashton has no trouble holding me down. Adam grabs my face and pushes it to the side before I feel a prick in my neck. My body instantly betrays me, and I go limp.
“That’s it, love,” Kashton says softly.
I blink, my eyes heavy as I stare up at him. He lets go of my wrists, and I try to move my arms but can’t. He pushes my hair from my face and gives me a soft smile. “It’s going to be okay.” Then he looks at Adam who still stands by the bed. “What did you give her?”