Her head snaps up, and her eyes burn holes into mine. “Do you feel threatened, Haidyn?”
“Not at all.” I chuckle. “You’re an annoying little bitch who needs to know her place, and it’s nowhere in my life.”
“Do you honestly think she’ll stay with you when she finds out about us?”
“She knows I’ve fucked whores in the past.” I shrug. Charlotte isn’t going anywhere. I’m not going to let her.
She huffs, finally yanking her trench coat closed. I step out of her way. “Now get the fuck out of my house before I go wake her up and tell her everything.”
“Are you threatening me?” she demands.
“I’m promising you. Stay the fuck away from us.”
Her eyes widen at my choice of words before she straightens her posture and gives me a bone-chilling smile. She’s good at those. “History has a way of repeating itself, Haidyn. Remember that.” Turning, she walks out of my house and slams the front door shut as if she just won a bet.
I don’t like that feeling any better than knowing she was in my house and around Charlotte. The slamming of the door has me returning to my bedroom to check if it woke her up. Charlotte’s still sound asleep on her side. One arm under my pillow and the other where I lay. Just how I left her.
I knew there was a bigger picture as to why the Lords madeAnnabelleinsert herself into my life. If I’d been honest with myself, I would have known the reason this whole time. But even I couldn’t deny her. It was as if I pushed the big red button that says DON’T PUSH just to see what would come of it.
My concern is why now? What benefit doessheget from me knowing she’s aware Charlotte is in my bed? Do I think Charlotte will walk away? No. She’s too attached. I haven’t forced her to be with me since the beginning. I gave her an out, but she came back.Because she had to, I remind myself. The Lords gave her an ultimatum, and I was her choice.
She’s working for the Lords, but I haven’t given her anything to use against me. And I never knew what they wanted until now. Now I know.
Turning, I make my way to the home gym. I need to let off some steam.
FIFTY-EIGHT
CHARLOTTE
Stretching my back, I groan. Fuck, I’m so sore. My entire body hurts. There’s a dull ache at the back of my head, and my side hurts. Whatever Devin gave me back at Carnage has worn off.
I open my heavy eyes and reach out my arms across the bed. My eyes pop open when I feel I’m alone.
Typical.
He fucks me and then leaves me. Rolling onto my back, I stare up at his dark ceiling. The sound of the rain still falls outside on the windows to my left. It’s soothing. I love it when it storms. The only thing to make it better would be if I woke up with Haidyn still inside me.
I tense.What the fuck, Charlotte?
A phone beeps, and thankfully, I don’t have to dig deeper into that thought. I roll over and pick up my cell off the nightstand and see it’s an email from the Lords. I open it up, and there’s a video. My eyes go to the bedroom door as it slowly opens farther, and then a second later, Muffin jumps up onto the bed and settles on Haidyn’s pillow.
Getting up, I grab my earbuds and lie back down again under the covers and push play on the video.
It’s not like the other videos they’ve sent me. This one is different. It’s of a large bedroom with guys standing around. Some have beers in their hands; others have mixed drinks. One guy is smoking a cigarette while the other is getting high. It looks like a college frat party of sorts. But they all have one thing in common—a cell phone in their hand—and they are all recording something in the room.
A door opens, and Saint exits first as he pulls Ashtyn out of what looks like an en suite bathroom. It’s old because he’s missing the snake tattoos around his neck. She’s naked from the waist down. He brings her to a stop, spins her around, and he places his hand on her face, kissing her.
Her body melts into his as she moans into his mouth. He pulls away first and pushes her onto the bed. He flips her onto her stomach and yanks her ass up in the air. Haidyn comes into view, and I sit up straighter. My eyes shoot to the open bedroom door, but it’s still just me and Muffin.
Saint reaches his hand out, and Haidyn hands him a belt. Saint quickly ties her arms behind her back, and she wiggles her ass against his jeans. Saint laughs. “Oh, you’re getting fucked, sweetheart. Remember the rules…no coming for them.”
My heart picks up at his words. Surely, Haidyn isn’t going to fuck her in this room full of guys?
Saint gets off the bed and moves to either side of the footboard and ties her ankles to it. Her legs are wide open, and the guy recording the video walks over to look at her smooth pussy. She’s soaking wet. Digging her face into the bed, she whimpers. “Saint…?”
He undoes his jeans and pulls out his dick as he yanks her to the edge. Kashton hands him a bottle of lube, and Saint pours itall over her, letting it drip down her legs. He begins to fuck her ass.
My eyes shoot to Haidyn’s bedroom door, turning down the volume all the way even though I’ve got earbuds in as the video continues to play. I don’t want to watch Saint fuck her. It feels…wrong.
