His father has money, and his mother was a gold-digging whore—his words—who left his father when Wesley was three. She got the summer villa along with twelve million. The only thing she didn’t want…was Wesley. His father raised him and has gone through several marriages since. But he learned his lesson when it came to prenups.
“Hey, Mom.” I hug her as she approaches me.
Pulling back, she frowns, looking over my face. “Darling, you have to start getting more sleep,” she scolds me with a smile.
I step to the side, and Wesley gives her a kiss on her cheek, telling her how pretty she looks today. She’s always done up and looking her best.
“Where’s William?” I ask. He always greets me when I come home.
“He had to leave town this morning.” She gives me a smile. “He received a work call last night.”
I nod.The Lords.This is why I could never have a relationship outside of the society. Not like they would allow it anyway. I’d be choosing to walk away, and I’m too deep at this point. The only way out is death.
“I’m going to use the restroom,” Wesley announces before he walks down the hallway and into one of the many guest bathrooms.
“Come on, darling. You need to get some food in you. Help that hangover.”
I follow her into the formal dining room to see her staff has already set the table. I sit down and wait for Wesley to join us. My mother likes him. She thinks he’s a good filler. And that you must do what must be done to get where you want to be in life. And my mother wants nothing more in this life than for me to get ahead with the Lords. Not many women get the chance like I’m getting, and I refuse to let her down.
SIXTEEN
HAIDYN
Iwake up, my head foggy and my eyes heavy. Last I remember I was tied to a cold table, and Devin was injecting adrenaline into my chest. Then he was cutting the bullet out of my chest. I blink, and the room comes into focus. I try to move and can’t. “Ashtyn?” I ask, my voice cracking. I clear my throat. “Ashtyn?”
A hand slaps over my mouth, and I can’t even fight them. At this point, I hope they just stab me to death. My body has given up.
“Shh.” A set of green eyes look down into mine, and I sigh at the familiar face.
It’s Adam.
He removes his hand, and I look around to see I’m in a hospital room back at Carnage. How long have I been out? Where did the guys go who kidnapped me and Ashtyn? “I?—”
“Shut the fuck up, Haidyn,” Adam whispers harshly while he’s over at the counter.
My eyes do a quick scan to see he’s dressed in all black with a bulletproof vest on. A black mask sits on the counter as well.
“Where is Ashtyn?” I ask, needing to know.
“She’s…back here at Carnage,” he says, and I don’t like the way he says it.
“What do you mean back?”
He turns to face me with a syringe in his hand. “Listen, I don’t have a lot of time. Do you want to help her or not?”
I nod. “Of course.”
Walking over to the door, he opens it, and I see Gavin enter. They exchange a look that makes my pulse pick up. What the fuck have I missed? How long have I been out?
Gavin comes over to the bed and starts putting cold sticky pieces of tape on my chest and connecting wires to them. “You’re going to have to appear dead, Haidyn. But I’m going to bring you back.”
I blink, my eyes heavy, but I manage to nod. “O-kay.” Licking my busted lips, I add, “Do what you have to do.”
Adam looks at Gavin and nods. “See you on the other side, brother.” He places the needle into the lead in my IV, and my body instantly feels cold. My heart slows, and I feel like I’ve been paralyzed before everything goes black.
I sit straight up,gasping for air. One hand goes to my chest, the other to cover my face. “Fuck,” I groan at the lingering pain from the bullet I took after the wreck.
“Can I get you anything, Sir?”
