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)
Getting into the driver’s seat, I start it up and open the garage, knowing that she’s mad at me right now. But she’ll hate me when I drive her back home.
CHARLOTTE
He pulls up to a six-story building with an all-glass front. A set of sliding glass doors reads entrance. It’s too large to be a house, but there’s no sign out front to say what it is or to give me a clue as to why we’re here.
He pulls my SUV to a stop, and a man opens my door. “Good afternoon, miss.” He smiles at me kindly, then looks over the top of the car and nods. “Haidyn.”
“Lance.” He acknowledges him, then walks around the back to me. He grabs my hand and pulls me up the six steps. I’m nervous as fuck. My knees are shaking. What could we possibly be doing here?
He didn’t say one word to me on the drive and never turned the radio on. We just sat in silence, and I know he did it on purpose. He wanted me inside of my own head. My mind raced with the what-ifs while I tried to calm my breathing.
Entering the building, I see a set of chairs to my right. He lets go of my hand, placing his hand on my lower back, and guides me to one. “Stay,” he commands like I’m a fucking dog.
All I’m missing is a collar and a muzzle. Then he disappears down a hallway.
The sliding glass door opens, and a woman enters. She plops down next to me, smiling as she speaks. “You here for David?”
I look over her fishnet stockings, six-inch heels, and red halter top. She reminds me of the woman in the video that the Lords sent me of Haidyn when he was picking up the prostitute. “No.”
She throws her hair over her shoulder. “How did you hear about this place?”
I frown, even more confused. It’s not like it’s hidden in the middle of nowhere. It’s beautiful and easily seen from the main road. “My boyfriend brought me,” I answer. Because explaining a Spade brother is blackmailing me won’t go over well with Haidyn when he finds out. Plus, I doubt she knows what a Lord is. I’d rather not have that conversation with her either.
Her smile widens. “That’s nice of him.”
I have to hold in a snort at that.
“What are you having done?” she asks.
“Excuse me?”
Her brown eyes drop to my chest. “Is he getting your tits done?”
Mine harden. “No.”
Then her eyes roam my face. “Your nose?”
What the fuck? “No,” I bark.
Jesus, where the hell did he bring me? Thoughts of someone knocking me out and giving me a new face has me terrified. I’ve seen those shows of people on the run before. A plastic surgeon great at his job, can make you look like a different person. And I know how easy it is for the Lords to give you a new identity. He could be planning to get rid of Annabelle and Charlotte altogether.
“Don’t be offended.” She rolls her eyes, sitting back in her chair. “Everyone could use a little help.”
I go to tell her to fuck off, but the sound of boots coming down the hallway has all my attention before Haidyn appears.
The girl next to me gasps. “Haidyn. Oh my God. What are you doing here?” she asks excitedly.
He moves to step in front of me, his eyes slowly going to her. I watch her run her hands down her thighs and lick her lips. All of a sudden, she’s in heat, and I want to vomit. Do I look that desperate when he’s around? Fuck, I hope not.
“Amber.” He nods once before looking at me. He grabs my hand, pulls me from the chair, and leads me down the hallway he appeared from.
“Wait?” she calls out, and I try to stop, but Haidyn continues to pull me away from the seating area. “Haidyn Reeves is your boyfriend?” she demands.
I look at her over my shoulder, and her once friendly look has changed to what I can only describe as pure fucking hatred. Her narrowed eyes go from mine to the back of Haidyn, and she crosses her arms over her chest. Scoffing, she shakes her head and storms out of the sliding glass doors, stomping her heels.
“I’m not into labels, but if you want me to brand my name on your ass, I’ll be glad to oblige.” Haidyn chuckles.
I roll my eyes, letting him pull me into a room. My breath catches when I see what’s in it. There’s a white table in the center with what look to be medical restraints strategically placed in various spots from one end to the other. A gush of cold air rushes over my face, and I shiver, stepping back. It reminds me of the gynecologist. It smells of disinfectant and the bright lights hurt my eyes. A set of cabinets run the full length of the right wall. There’s a sink and a box of gloves along with a biohazard trash can.