I guess you can say that she’s the one who got away. It turned their lives upside down and into the men they are now. “Still no luck?” I ask.
He looks up at me and follows my eyes to the picture. “None.” Sitting back in his seat, he crosses his tatted arms over his chest and looks at Ryat, probably wondering how much he knows about their story. I don’t think he knows anything, though. If he does, he hasn’t told me.
“One of these days,” I assure him.
He chuckles softly. “Even if we found her today, we wouldn’t be able to collect her.” His eyes go to the door and then back to mine. “The guys aren’t ready. She’d be dead in a matter of hours.”
I have no doubt the Spade brothers would tear Saint’s chosen in half if ever given the chance. “And you?” I question. “Would you be okay with that?”
Saint looks away once more, a tic in his jaw. “The punishment would fit the crime,” he states. “We’re all about punishment here at Carnage.”
I snort, knowing exactly what he means. Picking up the cell, he hands it to me, and I press the button to turn it on, seeing it light up. I begin to go through the messages and smile at him.
“Find what you wanted?” he asks.
“Yeah. Exactly what I wanted.” My eyes meet his. “I’m going to need another favor.” Then I look at Ryat. “From both of you.”
SIXTY-ONE
LAIKYN
Iwake to a loud noise. Sitting up in my bed, I notice it’s dark in my room. Not a single light is on. It was when I closed my eyes earlier. “Tyson?” I call out, blinking to get my eyes to adjust.
Getting out of bed, I place my hands out in front of me as I walk toward where I think the door is. I feel the wall and then a light switch. I flip it on and let out a deep breath. Turning around, I scream when I come face to face with a man dressed in dark jeans and a black hoodie. He’s got a mask on, making my heart leap into my throat.
A Lord’s mask.
It’s solid white with black lines all over, giving it a cracked look. The eyes have black circles, and the lips are the same. He’s got his hood up and over his head. “Ty—”
His hand comes out to wrap around my neck and pins me against the wall. My heart races as I reach up and try to shove him away, but he only pushes his hard body farther into mine. His mask-covered face goes to my neck, and I suck in a deep breath when I realize my collar is on my neck. My thighs tighten at the thought he put it on me while I was sleeping.
The fact he has that power over me makes me wet even though I know he won’t use it on me. I’m pregnant. But maybe once I have the babies…
“Beg me,” he whispers in my ear. His deep voice is deliciously dark, making goose bumps rise along my skin. “Beg me to stop, little darling.”
Why would I want to beg him to stop? This is what I’ve been wanting. My body needs him. Now more than ever. “Please?” I whisper, knowing I’m begging for it and not the other way around.
The hand around my throat tightens, and then loosens in a subtle warning. My hands come up, and I try to push him off me, but his strength is unmatched. “Pl-ease.” I gasp. “Please … don’t hurt me.” I try to be as believable as possible, feeling like this is some kind of test. If it is, I’m determined to pass.
“What if I want to?” He gives a dark chuckle at his own question, and my legs buckle, but he holds me up.
“What … what are you going to do to me?” I swallow, my body begging him to fuck me as I push my hips into his. Clearly failing at being the victim he wants me to play.
“Whatever I fucking want.”
I whimper, my breath catching.
He lets go of my neck, spins me around, and pushes the front of my body into the door. His body holding me captive. A hand grips my hair, yanking my head back, and I cry out at the sting. He shoves something round and rubber into my mouth, and I don’t fight him as he buckles the ball gag at the back of my head.
My tongue explores the smooth rubber as saliva pools around the large ball. My arms are pulled behind my back and I whimper when he cuffs my wrists together, cinching them tightly to make it hurt. Turning me back to face him, he cups my face, and my eyes are closed while I try to catch my breath.
“Look at me, little darling,” he demands.
Opening my heavy eyes, I look up into the white mask. I hate that I can’t see his eyes. A Lord’s mask is to keep him hidden from the world.
“That’s more like it.” He runs his knuckles down my cheek, and I pull my face away.
He grips my jaw and shoves my head into the door, making my nipples harden. He steps into me, and I cower. The fear of not seeing his face is turning me on more than it should. Even though I know it’s him, my imagination still runs wild. Is he going to hurt me? Fuck me? Tie me up and leave me?
