“Goddammit,” Kash hisses, giving us his back.
I highly doubt that, but I’ll bite. “Meaning?”
Saint steps into me. “We made a deal with the Lords.”
His words make my pulse race. I look at Kash, and he’s avoiding eye contact with me as he paces the hallway. “What kind of deal?” I demand, getting a sickening feeling that they know who she really is. Did they find out that she was lying about her identity? If so, what are they going to do about it? They can’t turn her in. She’s my wife. They just don’t know that I made her my Lady, and I’d prefer it to stay that way.
“We make sure you see a therapist, and they make sure you don’t end up down here in a cage,” Saint answers.
I frown, not understanding what he means.
Kashton sighs, his eyes finally meeting mine, and he softly speaks. “The Lords wanted us to lock you up, Haidyn. Not in a prisoner kind of way, but to protect you. After…” He swallows. “To make sure you didn’t off yourself.”
I grind my teeth. “I didn’t try to kill myself.” I’m really fucking tired of having to say those words.
“Shehated you for what you did.” Kash states the obvious about the bitch who moved in to train us. “She saw our training as a chance to get revenge. And you took the most punishments?—”
“I did.” I step closer to them. My narrowed eyes go to Saint’s. She hated me for other reasons, but my brothers didn’t deservewhat she had planned for them. “Because I was the one who helped Ashtyn escape.” He stiffens at my confession although this isn’t fucking news to him since Benny ratted me out. “I did my best to keep her attention on me because it was my fault the Lords sent her,” I growl.
“Haidyn—”
“But I never tried to kill myself because of it,” I spit. “You guys can believe whatever the fuck you want but tell the Lords the deal is done. I don’t want Charlotte involved.” It could cause them to dig into her deeper. Or the Lords may out her to them, hoping that my brothers take care of her. I won’t let them near her. It’s one of the reasons I’ve kept her as far away from here as possible. “And whoever I choose to fuck is no one’s business.”
“And apparently where you are and whether or not you’re alive is no one’s business either.” Kash snaps getting mad at me. “Where the fuck have you been, Haidyn?” he demands.
I look at Saint. “Saint knows where I’ve been. Don’t you? He dropped by my house the other day and said hi.” It’s a cheap shot but I’m ready for a fight. I’m also testing him to see if he mentions Adam being there. If he’ll add fuel to this fire or try to put it out.
“What the fuck, man?” Kash turns to face him. “His house? How the fuck did you know where he’s been?”
Saint’s jaw sharpens but he doesn’t answer. Instead, he just glares at me.Good choice.
Kashton turns his attention back on me. “Has it all been about her? Have you two been shacked up somewhere just so you can fuck her?” He scoffs at his own question. “As if you’ve ever needed privacy to fuck a woman.”
I step into him, and it takes everything I have to not break his goddamn nose. “What I do with her and how I choose to do it, is none of your business. So back the fuck off, Kash.” He needs todrop this conversation about my wife right now before he goes too far.
His nostrils flare and his chest bows out. I’m not in the mood for this shit. Not tonight.
Kash takes a step back, shaking his head as if disappointed in me. He’s not the first and definitely won’t be the last.
Giving them my back, I exit the basement and make my way to the birdcage to find Charlotte and Muffin asleep in bed.
After undressing, I crawl in next to her. She rolls over to face me, her arm going to my chest, and I run my fingers up and down it while I stare up at the ceiling.
“Everything okay?” she whispers.
“Everything’s fine, doll face. You’re safe,” I assure her and turn onto my side, kissing her forehead. “Go back to sleep.”
SIXTY-NINE
HAIDYN
Iwake to the sound of a knock on the door. Sliding my arm out from underneath my wife, I pull on a pair of boxer briefs that are on the floor and open my door. Kashton stands in front of me, both arms on the doorframe. His eyes slide to a sleeping Charlotte before they come back to mine.
“The Lords texted us.” His clipped voice informs me he’s still mad at me after what took place down in the basement.
My phone died hours ago, and I didn’t bother to charge it. “We don’t do assignments.” I go to shut the door, but he stops it with his foot.
“We’ve been scheduled for a pickup and delivery back here to Carnage.”
