I like the way her breathing picks up, so I slowly make my way toward her in the hallway. She tilts her head up, and I reach out, running the pad of my finger along the buttons on her button-up blouse, letting her know how vulnerable they are. I could rip it open at any second and shred the precious silk. Her pretty blue eyes are wide, and her pouty lips part, but she doesn’t dare push me away. “Want me to tell you all my secrets?” I give her a threatening smile and go on. “The only way I’m going to talk to you is if you’re naked and on your knees with a gag in your mouth.”
She gasps, stepping back, and my hand drops to my side. Turning, I give her my back and enter the room. I slam the door shut, knowing that the bitch won’t show her face here again. No matter how much I want her to.
NINE
ANNABELLE
Ifall into the driver’s seat of my white Rolls Royce Cullinan and yank my door shut. I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. God, I knew he’d be a fucking prick. All the Lords are, but damn, I didn’t expect him to be this difficult. Or this intimidating.
My pulse races at the way he touched the buttons on my shirt. It was innocent yet threatening at the same time. It was like he was warning me. Then what he said to me—the only way I’m going to talk to you is if you’re naked and on your knees with a gag in your mouth.
Jesus Christ!
I’ve never been spoken to like that. I mean, I know how the Lords are and how they treat women, but is it supposed to sound so good? A part of me wanted to call his bluff just to see what he’d do. Would he force me? I’m not sure why that thought excites me, but it does.
I’m not going to leave him alone. I can’t. So he can do whatever he wants, but I’ll keep returning because he’s my assignment. If I want to get to the top, I’ll crawl under him. It’s that simple.
Digging out the new cell the Lords gave me along with my laptop from my purse, I send an email to theUNKNOWNLord. They know exactly who Haidyn is, and they know that I can’t work miracles. They understand it’sgoing to take time. They called this a marathon, not a sprint in an email I received last week. Their words, not mine. They’ve been wanting updates on mynewlife and obviously approved because here I am.
I’m guessing they’ve got something on him but won’t tell me what. How am I supposed to get information from him if I don’t know what I’m digging for?
Starting up my SUV, I pull out of Carnage and head back toward town. It’s secluded and out in the middle of nowhere. They don’t want the world to see who they are. The Lords are very secretive, and the Spade brothers are even more so. They are the shadow figures who hide in the middle of the night watching you. You know they’re there, but you can’t see them. Evil always hides in darkness. That’s where it feels safe.
Entering my house, I first change into a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. Then I get on my bed and pull out my laptop. I open the email I was sent last night and review the photos. They’re of him. One shows him standing by a black Lamborghini. He wears dark-wash jeans, black combat boots, and a white T-shirt. He’s got a lit cigarette in his right hand and his cell in the other. The second picture is of him on a motorcycle while pulling out of the gates at Carnage. He has no clue that either picture was taken. Why would he, though? They all think they’re untouchable and don’t pay attention to what’s around them.
Haidyn Jamison Reeves. It outlines his life in four words—killer, Carnage, Spade brother. That’s it. Like what the fuck? I knew that already.
I’m not a therapist. I have no schooling in that field whatsoever. So I’ve been watching videos of sessions onYouTube and other sites. I’m not getting much. The only thing saving me is that this isn’t a normal situation, so I don’t think he expects me to be professional. Especially after the way he spoke to me about being gagged and naked. The Lords use sex for everything. He’s a man, and I’m a woman. Of course, he’s going to expect me to crawl to him with my mouth open wide, ready to serve. Based on how wet my thong is, I’d say my pussy thinks that’s a great idea.
HAIDYN
Charlotte Lynn Hewettis a licensed therapist who graduated from Barrington three years ago. She’s twenty-five, five-two, and a hundred and ten pounds. It’s amazing what you can find on the internet. It’s also very easy for people to put bullshit online.
She’s pretty young to have her position, especially since she doesn’t belong to a Lord. The lack of a ring on her left finger proves she’s not a Lady.
“Where did you guys find Charlotte?” I ask Saint, walking through the basement.
“The Lords recommended her,” Kashton answers since Saint currently has a knife in some poor bastard’s back while he hangs from the ceiling.
“Suggested?” I question.
He shrugs. “I don’t know, man. We were given a list, and she was at the top. Jessie made contact and set it all up.”
I run a hand over my face, letting out an annoyed sigh. “Tell them to fuck off. I’m not seeing her.” As much as I want to fuck her, I’m not in the mood to deal with another therapist.
The guy hanging from the ceiling has tape wrapped around his head, but it only muffles his screams as Saint runs the tip of the knife down the man’s back, right next to his spine. His skinsplits like butter, and blood begins to flow down his naked body. The chains rattle from his jerky movements.
“They’re not going to let you stop.” Saint finally speaks, stepping back and looking proudly at the bleeding man.
“Why don’t you two have to seek therapy?” I growl.
“Because we didn’t try to kill ourselves.”
“I’m not suicidal!” I bark.
There’s nothing that I’ve done that I can’t live with. I might not have chosen this life, but I made up my mind when I was younger to make the best of it. I’ve only ever killed one person who didn’t deserve to die, but I don’t regret it. It was what was best forher.
Kashton arches a brow. “Are you sure?”
