“We’re leaving.” I feel like they’re about to strip her naked, tie her down and each take their turns fucking all her holes while her husband watches. He probably brought her here for that very reason. And I’d prefer to not have to soak my eyes in bleach tonight.
“Haidyn,” my father growls. “We are having this conversation.”
“No. We’re not.”
“Either you listen or we decide for you,” Adam’s dad speaks.
“What is this about?” Adam looks at me confused.
He has no clue what my dad wanted me to do. I thought I had handled it, and we had moved on.
“Haidyn denied your sister as his chosen,” his father states.
Adam looks at me wide-eyed and then back at his father. “You can’t be serious. Of course he did. Saint…”
“Would have learned to live with it,” Saint’s father snaps.
“I have a chosen. Sierra,” I remind them as if they all weren’t there and watched her bleed on my dick. “And Saint has Ashtyn. The ritual is over. We’re moving on.”
“You need a Lady.” My father squares his shoulders.
“Absolutely not!” I shake my head, knowing exactly where this is going.
“You either take her willingly or we force you,” Adam’s father says.
“Are you saying he has to marry Ash?” Adam looks from me to them. “Dad?” He steps into his father and after a second he shakes his head. “No. you can’t be serious.”
“Your sister will marry Haidyn whether they want to or not.”
“I won’t fucking do it. I won’t force her to do it,” I growl.
“You love her.” The woman speaks, and I choose to ignore her. I don’t give a fuck what she thinks.
My father removes a cell from the pocket of his suit jacket and runs his fingers over it before he places it on his desk, propped up facing the room. A video of Saint, Kashton, and I each fucking Ashtyn’s ass is playing.
“Jesus Christ.” Adam spins around, giving us his back to look away from the video playing of his sister. He throws his head back, closing his eyes and takes a deep breath to try and drown out the sound of Ashtyn’s voice begging for more. Adam already had to watch Saint fuck her at the vow ceremony. He sure as fuck doesn’t want to see it again.
“He already shares her with you.” Adam’s father shrugs. “You make her your Lady, and you can do whatever you want with her. Hell, let them all fuck her if that makes you feel better. Line ’em up.”
“I think I’m going to vomit,” Adam whispers, running a hand down his face.
“The answer is no,” I grind out. How many ways do I have to say it?
“Haidyn,” my father growls. “This is serious. You may have refused Ashtyn as your chosen, but she will be your wife.”
“I’m not taking her as a Lady,” I shout. He’s got to be out of his mind.
“There is a bigger picture here,” Adam’s father snaps. “And we have made sure things are in order for the future of Carnage.”
“I don’t give a fuck about this place,” I argue.
My father throws a glass of bourbon across the room, and it shatters against the wall. “Goddammit…”
“I won’t do that to Saint.” I shake my head.
“This has nothing to do with Saint. It has to do with you and what we’ve set up for all of you.”
“I don’t want her.”
