He’s proven himself to be helpful, and I need answers. So I unwrap myself from her arms and stand up off the bed, covering her up with a blanket. Walking over to him, I get in his face. “If anything happens to her, I’ll carve your eyes out with a spoon and then force them down your throat. Do you understand?”
Honestly, there’s no safer place for her to be right now. No one fucks with Carnage. Saint, Kashton, and Haidyn keep this place in line.
He nods quickly, giving me his word. “I promise, I’ll protect her, sir.”
Exiting the room, I follow Ryat down the hallway to an elevator. We take it down to the basement. I was just here recently, dragging Sin’s dumb ass out of it. But I get it. Why he’d sacrifice himself for his wife. I’d do it too without thought.
Ryat pushes a door open, and I find the guy standing in the middle of the room with his back to me. “Why the fuck are we at Carnage?” he demands, looking at Gavin.
“They needed our help,” Gavin lies to him.
“He fucking punched me.” Jackson points over at Kashton, who leans against the concrete wall, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking.
The Spade brothers live to fuck people up. It’s what they do best.
“That’s the least of your worries,” I say, and he spins around.
His face instantly falls. “Fu—”
I punch him in the face before he can even finish the word, knocking him back a few steps.
“Just wait…” He places his hands out in surrender, and I punch him again. This time, he falls to his knees. “I can explain,” he rushes out before gasping.
Picking him up by the back of his shirt, I slam his face into the concrete wall and hold out my hand to Ryat. He places a pair of handcuffs in it, and I place them on Jackson. Yanking him from the wall, I spin him around. “What the fuck did you give my wife?” I yell in his face.
“Noth—”
I punch him again, and his head snaps back. He falls to the floor, blood pouring from his busted face. I press my boot into his neck and lean on it, applying weight. “What did you give my wife?”
“Gon-adotropin,” he spits out.
Removing my boot from his neck, I kneel next to him. “What the fuck is that?”
“It’s…” Cough. “A hormone to help you ovulate.”
I stand, and he rolls over onto his side to alleviate the pressure on his arms cuffed behind his back. “What about the morning after pills you gave her?”
He shakes his head and I fist my hands. “Why and who wants my wife pregnant?” I demand.
“I got a call.” He coughs as blood flies from his busted lips. “To go to the Minson Hotel.”
“From who?”
“Frank Minson.” He coughs some more and my body tenses. “He was in a panic. Said that Luke was missing and that he had been informed you were to wed Laikyn.”
Ryat’s eyes are on me, but I keep mine on Jackson. “Go on.”
Sucking in a deep breath, he adds, “He told me to make sure you knocked her up.”
“He hates you,” Kashton speaks. “Why would he want you to get her pregnant?”
History repeats itself. She will die in your arms just like her sister didis what the fucking bastard said in my basement after Lake was stabbed. I wasn’t sure what he meant until now.
Senior year at Barrington University
I sitat the metal table inside the interrogation room at the police station. They brought me in and left me here for three hours now. My hands are cuffed to the table, and I’m still covered in Whitney’s blood. My T-shirt now dry and stuck to my skin.
Big watery blue eyes keep flashing in my mind. The look on Lake’s pale face as she stared at me with horror that I killed her sister. As if I was too good of a person to do that. I mean, I’ve done it before, so why not now? What makes her sister so special? I didn’t love her. I was told to make it look like I loved her. It had to be public and over the top. Borderline obsessive.
