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 turn around and watch him pass on by. He wears a pair of black jeans and a black long-sleeve T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing the ink on his arms as well. “Wait,” I call out, and then curse myself when he stops and turns to face me.
“What, Laikyn?” he asks. The sound of my name on his lips makes me shiver. His voice is as cold as this hallway.
“Do you know where my sister is?” I ask, wrapping my arms around myself.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he crosses his arms over his broad chest and leans against the wall, his eyes on mine.
I take a step back, all of a sudden feeling stupid that I asked. Why would he tell me?
“He’s right, you know,” he says, and I lift my eyes to meet his through my lashes, frowning. “In wanting to keep you from her.”
I swallow the knot in my throat.
“She can’t be trusted.” He pushes off the wall.
I step forward. “Don’t I deserve to know why?”
His brow furrows. “Does it matter? She was willing to throw you to the wolves and let them eat you alive while she planned to take what was yours. That’s reason enough to want her dead.”
Take what’s mine? Was that why she watched me when Luke locked me away? She wanted to make sure I was long gone before she moved in on my husband? Not sure how she planned on that working. Tyson wasn’t even sure she was still alive at that point. And how would she be with Tyson if she was married to Luke? His words were meant to make me stay away from her, but they just make me want to speak to her even more.
“Don’t you want to know why Ashtyn left you?” I question. I’m reaching because I don’t know their personal story, but he’s curious. Otherwise, my sister would already be dead.
His body goes rigid, his face morphing into something evil that makes my breath get stuck in my lungs. He slowly strolls toward me, and I can’t make my legs work to run away. Stopping inches from me, he glares down at me. “Wanting to make someone pay for what they did, and wondering why they did it are two very different things. And one of them doesn’t fucking matter.”
My hands fist, getting annoyed. I let out a huff and take a step back from him, needing the space.
“Oh, come on, brother.” A man speaks from behind me, and I jump, pressing my back to the wall so I can see both of them. It’s Kashton. “Let her see her sister.”
My eyes fall to the tattoo of a woman dressed as a nun on his arm. She’s got a ball gag in her mouth, drool and makeup running down her face and an upside-down cross on her cheek.
“It’s not worth it,” Saint states.
“Saint?”
We all turn to look, and I see Gavin standing at the end of the hallway. His eyes go from me to Saint. “A word please?”
Saint walks off and leaves me alone with his brother. Kashton’s blue eyes are on mine, and I look at the floor. “Come on. I’ll take you.”
“You will?” I ask, skeptical.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns, and I find myself following him. We make our way down a hallway to an elevator, and I stay silent, back in the corner while he leans up against the wall. His eyes on his cell while he types out what I’m guessing is a text.
It comes to a stop, and we exit. We’ve got to be in a basement. Nothing but concrete walls and floor. The ceiling is low, and some lights hang from it. Kashton is tall enough that they almost hit him in the head. We approach a set of double doors and he pushes them open.
Entering the next room, I come to a stop, gasping at what I see. Two men hang from the ceiling. Each one has blood running down their naked bodies, arms tied behind their backs, heads hanging down, eyes closed. They look dead. “What …?” I whisper, walking over to them. “Why are they …?”
“Tyson had Ryat bring them over from his place,” Kashton informs me.
“I don’t understand.” My voice is a whisper. I know them. Why are they here of all places?
“Tyson killed Beau.”
“What?” I gasp, looking at him wide-eyed.
He smirks, obviously getting excitement from telling me this information. “While he was trying to find you, he went to Beau. Killed him and that dumb bitch of his. Then went through his cell to find that he had texted these two when you arrived at the club.”
I remember watching Beau pull his cell out from behind the bar and sending a text when I told him I was ready to work. My eyes go back to the two security guards I know from Blackout.