“Call me for what?” I inquire. Dear Lord, not this again. I’m still having nightmares of my last session with Haidyn.
I don’t talk to any of the Spade brothers other than Haidyn, and that’s only because I’m forced to be in his presence. If I saw him out, I’d drool over him, of course, but I sure as fuck wouldn’t have the balls to confront him. Well, maybe if I had enough tequila. But I’d have to be so drunk that I’d probably puke on his combat boots.
“Haidyn isn’t here.”
My eyes shoot to the staircase as Saint Beckham Carter walks down them. He never speaks directly to me, and I prefer it that way.
“Where is he?” I demand. He cares about no one’s time but his own—typical self-absorbed Lord. But I’m a new me. Well, newer than I was when I was here last time. I’m staying no matter what he tries to throw at me today.
“Don’t know.” He shrugs, coming to stand next to Jessie.
“Saint,” a woman calls out, and I look up at the staircase once more to see a brunette coming down after him. She holds a cell in one hand. “He’s not answering,” she growls. “You said Haidyn?—”
“Can the two of you give us a second?” Saint interrupts her.
She stops and frowns at him before her eyes meet mine, noticing they’re not alone. It’s the girl from the photo with Haidyn and the other Spade brothers.She’s supposed to be dead.Or so that’s what I’ve found from the research I’ve done on the Spade brothers. Obviously, that’s not the case. My eyes drop to her left hand to see she’s wearing a wedding ring, and I glance at Saint’s left hand. He also wears one. Interesting.
“Saint…”
“I’ll be right up,” he says sternly, and she straightens her shoulders before turning and rushing back up the stairs.
Without a word, Jessie turns and walks out of the grand foyer, disappearing down a side hallway.
“May I speak to you privately?” Saint asks, and the hairs on the back of my neck rise.
“Sure,” I answer because you don’t tell a Spade brother no. I’m honestly surprised he even asked. The Spade brothers I’ve done research on force you to do what they want. Usually, it involves gags and chains. Just like Haidyn showcased the last time I saw him.
He turns and begins to walk away, and I silently follow him. He enters a room to the left of the foyer and shuts the door behind me. I turn to face him and run my hands down my skirt. It’s a nervous habit that I’m aware of but can’t seem to stop. “What’s going on, Saint?”
“Haidyn has been gone for a week.”
“When is he coming back?” I can’t not report to them. Although Haidyn doesn’t give me shit at our meetings, at least it’s something.
“We don’t know.”
“Well, what do you know?” I bark, getting pissy. My ass is on the line. I wouldn’t volunteer to be here if I didn’t have to.
“That’s all I can tell you,” he answers vaguely.
I hold my arms out to my sides. “Then why are we hiding out in here?”
“Things have been…complicated.” He avoids my question once again.
“This is ridiculous.” I pull my cell out of my purse and call Haidyn’s number. It’s the first time I’ve ever needed to call it. Placing it to my ear, I listen as it rings once and goes to voicemail. I hang up and look at Saint. He has atold you solook on his face. I call it again. It goes to voicemail after the second ring. “Dammit.”
“I’ll let you know when he returns.” He reaches for the door and opens it for me. “Oh, and Charlotte…”
“Yeah?” I turn and look at him.
“You’ll let me know if he contacts you first.” It’s not a question, but it confuses me even more. Why would Haidyn reach out to me before his brothers? What the fuck has happened that they aren’t speaking to one another?
“Of course,” I say even though I know it’s impossible.
I storm out of Carnage and drop into the seat of my SUV and call him again. Voicemail.
“FUCK!” I hate being ignored. It’s one of my biggest pet peeves. I pull up the app downloaded on this cell when the Lords gave it to me. It’s untraceable and only contacts one number that’s not saved to my contacts. The one person who I think can help me in this situation.
UNKNOWNanswers immediately. “Why are you calling?” the altered voice demands. Did they expect me not to use it? They’ve contacted me before via this phone.
