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)
My mother isn’t dead, but she might as well be. I can’t say I feel sorry for her being down in the basement. She deserves that. After everything she did to the Spade brothers, and that’s just what I now know. I shouldn’t be surprised, though. Everyone in this world is evil. Even my husband.
I look down at my ring, and a smile tugs at my lips. The sound of the shower turning on gets my attention, and I see he’s left the bathroom door cracked. I get up, unzip my dress, and remove my muddy heels.
Making my way into the bathroom, I go to open the shower door, but the sound of his phone buzzing on the counter gets my attention. Walking over to it, I see a text flashing across the screen.
UNKNOWN: Midnight tonight. Airfield.
I bite my bottom lip as the screen goes black, wondering who the hell sent that and what they could possibly want with my husband. It could be anybody.
Deciding to circle back around to it later, I open the shower door and step inside. I wrap my arms around him from behind as he faces the sprayer, and I squeeze him.
He removes my hands and turns around in them. I reach up and place them around his neck instead. I can see the regret in his pretty blue eyes. He blames himself, and I hate it. I wish I could take his pain and loss away, and deep down, I know I can’t. But I’ll try.
Rising up on my tiptoes, I press my lips to his. His hands drop to my ass, his fingers dig into my skin, and he picks me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he deepens the kiss. He knows I’m here for him. My Lord can use me however he wants. I’m his toy, his whore. And if he needs to use me to make himself feel better, I’m all for it.
Pulling away, I take a deep breath and speak. “I want to change my name.”
He frowns at my words. I’ve been thinking about it for quite some time, and I want him to know who I am. Who I really want to be. “Legally,” I add. “To Charlotte. For you.”
Slowly, he releases me, and I unwrap my legs from around his waist to stand. His large hands cup both sides of my face. “I love you. Annabelle…Charlotte…the name doesn’t change who you are.”
“I want to be who you fell in love with,” I whisper. I was named after my mother and her best friend—twin sister. I want nothing to do with that life and family. I’m going to start my own with this amazing man, and that starts with who I want to be.
He smiles at me. “You are, doll face. You’re my wife. You’re going to have my babies. None of those things change because of your name.” I open my mouth, but he’s quick to speak. “But if you want to change your name, then change it. Just don’t do it for me.”
In our world, we’re kept as secrets. You can’t talk about who we are or let anyone find out about the society. But Haidyn taught me to use my words. To say what I want and how I feel. I love who I am with him more than I ever loved who I was before he entered my life.
Charlotte Reeves is who I was always meant to be.
EPILOGUE ONE
HAIDYN
Igently turn the doorknob to my room and step out into the hall so I don’t wake Charlotte. Turning to walk down the hall, I pause when I see Saint and Kashton doing the same thing. It makes me wonder where Kash went after Adam’s service and when he returned.
We look at one another and then down at our phones.
“I got a text,” Saint states.
“Me too,” Kash adds, and when they both look at me, I nod.
“Come on. Let’s see what the fuck is going on.” Saint begins to walk toward the elevator. Taking it down to the garage, we decide to take the bikes. It’s been a while since we’ve all gone for a ride, and tonight seems like as good a night as any. Thankfully, it stopped raining at some point.
We choose to wear our helmets. That way, we can speak to one another if need be. We ride out of the gates of Carnage and down the curvy road. My eyes catch sight of the driveway that I saw my wife’s SUV sitting, and it’s crazy to think of the events that led us to where we are now.
Arriving at the airfield where we were instructed to meet, we come to a stop at a black private jet to see a matching SUV parked next to it. “Who the fuck could it be?” Kash inquires as we climb the stairs onto the jet.