He steps into me, tangling his hands in my hair and pulling my head back to force me to look up at him. “Only I see you naked and only I touch you. If any other man does, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing he does.” With that, he lets go of me and exits the bathroom, slamming his bedroom door shut.
FIFTY-FOUR
CHARLOTTE
Another week has flown by since I’ve been at Haidyn’s house. It seems like home at this point. We might as well be married since we haven’t spoken much to one another.
I’ve been giving him my fuck you attitude, and he doesn’t give two shits. We don’t need to make small talk. He ties me down and fucks it out of me. The only words I speak to him arepleaseandoh my godwhen I’m coming all over myself.
There are worse ways to live.
Haidyn received a call last night that Tyson and Ryat wanted to see him this morning. I didn’t expect him to bring me along, but this morning after he fucked me senseless, we showered and got ready. I was prepared to crawl back into his bed because what else is there to do with my life, but he grabbed my hand and ushered me to the garage.
I wasn’t going to argue. I haven’t heard from the Lords since the video they sent me. It’s almost as if they forgot me. A part of me isn’t complaining, but the other keeps looking over my shoulder, waiting for them to show up and haul me off to the cathedral for failing.
I feel like the video they sent was a hint that I just can’t figure out. Why are they showing me what Haidyn went through? Does it have to do with why he killed their dads? If so, I don’t feel sorry for those bastards. I hope Haidyn gave them a slow and painful death.
On the other hand, I think their silence is a good thing. What if they reach out to call it off? What if they tell me to walk away and give me another assignment? Is it possible? Most likely not but then again you can’t put anything past them. They want to leave you confused and always guessing. It gives them the upper hand.
We pull up to a house tucked back into the woods. Haidyn comes around to open the door for me and holds my hand with the other on my back. Ryat opens the front door, and we make our way to the living room. I sit with Haidyn on the couch. Ryat and Tyson sit in high-back chairs facing us on the other side of the coffee table.
Haidyn’s hand is still in mine, and I have to bite my inner cheek to keep from smiling. I don’t know why I care that he’s doing it.
Are people who get laid always this happy? Maybe that’s my problem. I’m having too much sex. Is that a thing? God, I hope not because we fucked last night and then again this morning, and I could still do it again. It’s like a drug. An addiction. My body craves it all the time. I can’t get enough of it. And I love when he takes it. I always felt like I was missing out by remaining a virgin, but I didn’t know just how much. My body is in a constant state of pain from the positions he fucks me in and arousal waiting for him to use me again. Like now, my thighs ache from how hard I came this morning, but my pussy is throbbing for him to drag me out to the car and bend me over the hood. He makes me a blubbering mess, and I can’t even thinkstraight. Then he praises me for not being able to talk, let alone beg.
I watch Tyson’s eyes drop to Haidyn’s hand in mine, and I blush, looking at anything but him. It’s like Haidyn is claiming me. All he needs to do is whip his dick out and piss on me to show them that I’m his. As if his name branded on my ass isn’t enough.
“I found this photo a while back. You guys recognize him?” Haidyn asks, reaching into the pocket of his jacket and holding it out across the table to Ryat.
Ryat shakes his head, staring down at it in his hands. “No. But I knew Benny looked familiar from Blackout…”
“You knew him?” Haidyn asks.
“No. I was there one night with Gunner watching the girls when two men made moves on Sarah and Blake. Benny was behind the bar. I didn’t know him personally. Just saw him the one time. I asked Blake about it, and she confirmed that one of the guys called the bartender Benny by name.”
“He never worked for me, so I don’t know how the fuck he got behind the bar,” Tyson adds, leaning over and looking at it as well.
“Could have been Beau or Bethany,” Haidyn suggests, and I pretend to know what they’re talking about. “We know both were working with Luke and were unfaithful to you.”
“Maybe.” Tyson sighs as Ryat hands it over to him to get a better look. “It just doesn’t make sense. If Ash was in Vegas, why was Benny here?”
“To see how close the Spade brothers were to finding her. That’s what I would do,” Ryat answers, sitting back in his chair.
“You would think he had eyes and ears everywhere, making sure the Spade brothers weren’t going to get close.”
“The moment you took in Luke and Whitney, his contact was severed. He had to know something was up.” Haidyn sighs. “Ithink he allowed Saint to take her. He wanted her back here and at Carnage.”
Ryat nods. “Maybe Ashtyn was just the bonus.”
“You think he wanted inside Carnage…” Tyson trails off as a knock comes at the door.
Ryat gets up, checking his Rolex while frowning. He walks over to the door and opens it.
Haidyn lets go of my hand and jumps to his feet as does Tyson.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Ryat demands, and my eyes widen, noticing the woman.
“Anne?” I ask, standing as well, surprised to see her here. Does my mother have her following me?
