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)
EIGHTY-SEVEN
HAIDYN
“I’m so sorry, doll—”
“Shut up and fuck me.” She breathes, interrupting me.
If I wasn’t so worried, I’d laugh. She’s avoiding the elephant in the room. That elephant being me and what I just did. I forgot she was even with me while down in the basement. The bastard got off easy when I slit his throat. But Hudson? Taking his eyes was just the beginning. He’ll live. I’ll make sure of it. After I realized she had run out, Saint called Devin to come and return Hudson to the hospital for medical treatment while I washed myself off the best I could. I needed to find her.
All I could think about was everything I’ve done to her…the photos and videos I sent to her cell. Hudson watched them. He saw her beg me, come for me. He saw her in the most vulnerable positions and got off on them. His threat at Dollhouse could not go unpunished. If he had access to her phone, then he knew that I had sent her the text about turning me over to the Lords. Which also meant he knew that I married her. Why did he choose to keep that a secret at Dollhouse when Isabella said she’d be forced to marry him? Maybe he was going to use that information for himself later down the road? Ammo to make Charlotte compliant?
“Haidyn.” Her grip tightens on my hard cock, and she lifts her hips, wanting me to fuck her, bringing me out of my thoughts.
My eyes search hers, and she licks her parted lips. Rising up, she gently kisses my lips before she lays her head back down. “I want you.”
I didn’t kiss her back. My head is a fucking mess, my heart racing. I wanted to stay downstairs and rip his limbs from his body, but I needed to check on her. Make sure she was okay. The thought of her being afraid of me terrifies me. “I’d never hurt you.” I feel the need to tell her.
Letting go of my dick, she places both hands on either side of my face. Frowning, she lets out a long breath. “I’m not afraid of you, Haidyn. I love you. The real you.”
I lower my forehead to hers, and she removes her hands from my face to wrap around my neck. “I love you,” I whisper. My mind tells me to forget the bastard who tried to take her from me and realize she’s here—in my bed, under my body wearing my ring, carrying my children.
“I love you, Haidyn.”
My lips find hers, and I push the thought of anyone but my wife out of my mind as I grab my cock and slide into her soaked cunt.
Her nails dig into my back as her cries fill our room. I’m rougher than I should be, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. No. Instead, she begs me for more, and I’m more than willing to make her my dirty little whore.
EIGHTY-EIGHT
HAIDYN
It’s been a week since my brothers saved me. Things seem to be getting back to normal around here if that’s even possible. Nothing about our lives is ever normal. But I have my girl here with me and in our bed every night. Nothing could be better than that.
“Where are we going, Haidyn?” Charlotte asks as we walk through the hospital at Carnage.
Staying quiet, I open a door for her and usher her in with my hand on the small of her back.
“Finally. What the fuck is going on, Haidyn?” Ryat demands, jumping to his feet. His wife remains sitting in the seat beside him.
I look over at Devin and Gavin and nod my head to them. Devin begins to pass out a paper to Blakely, Charlotte, and then Ryat. I don’t need one. I already know. Found out this morning while Charlotte was sleeping next to me and immediately messaged Ryat that I needed him and his wife to meet us here.
“What is this?” Blakely asks, reading over the paper in her hand.
Ryat’s body goes stiff while reading his before wadding it up in his hand.
“While we were running the blood tests on all the wives, Haidyn thought it would be a good idea to run another test.” Gavin addresses everyone. “And as you can see looking at the results, there’s a match.”
“I don’t understand.” Charlotte’s brows pull together as she looks up at me. “What does it mean by fifty percent match?”
“Goddammit.” Ryat sighs, hanging his head.
“What?” Blakely gets to her feet, her paper falling to the floor. “Ryat, talk to me.”
“Your mom…” He pauses, looking up at her and the color drains from her face.
“What about LeAnne?” she asks slowly. I know enough about their relationship to know that they’re not close. And if Ryat had his way, her mother would be dead.