“The Spade brothers have different rules.” Anne waves her hand in the air, refusing to divulge any more information.
“Then why didn’t he?” I saw her at Carnage, and she looked so concerned about Haidyn not answering her calls when she was telling Saint. Does she love him too? Did they have a relationship before she and Saint did? I wouldn’t be surprised. Maybe they were like my friend and her Lord—slept around on one another.
“Although Haidyn acts like a monster, he’s a teddy bear. He’s weak.” Anne chuckles. “He gave her to his best friend, who was also in love with her.”
“Saint,” I say, knowing what she means.
My mother snorts once more, bringing the glass of water to her lips and looking away. “Not sure why they’re so obsessed with her.” She sets it down and looks at me. “She’s nothing like you.”
Every mother is supposed to love their child unconditionally, but my mother is borderline obsessed with me. I grew up doing no wrong. I’ve never been grounded or punished in any way. She raised me to believe that I can achieve anything I want. Except freedom. I was born into this world, and I’ll die being part of it.That’s when I realized that she was lying to me, trying to sell me bullshit. You can’t be anything you want. It’s a fairy tale parents tell their kids in hopes they believe it.
I don’t.
“Like I said, the pussy can be powerful.” Her friend shrugs, and I’m not sure if she’s referring to Ashtyn fucking Saint’s friends or me fucking Haidyn, and I’m not sure I want to know.
My work cell goes off, and I remove it from my purse as my mother calls over to our server. I see it’s a text from Haidyn. My heart picks up, and my throbbing pussy begins to sting as if he just slapped it. My eyes snap up to look around the restaurant to see if he’s here. Maybe he’s listening to our conversation and knows I’m talking about him. When I don’t see him anywhere, my eyes drop back down to my phone to read the text he sent.
HAIDYN: Make sure to drink lots of water.
I roll my eyes and type back.
Yes, Lord, Sir.
HAIDYN: Sarcasm will get you nothing more than a face fucking.
The thought of being on my knees for Haidyn has my pulse racing. I’m sure I’d be tied up somehow as he pushes his cock into my mouth. Gagging me…I wonder if he’d slap my face. My hand goes to my cheek as it reddens just thinking about it.
I look up at my mother and find her occupied with the server. So I pick up the water in front of me, bring the straw to my lips and suck on it as I take a quick selfie. Setting the cup down, I send it to him.
HAIDYN: That’s my good little whore.
The throbbing between my legs intensifies, and my underwear gets wetter. Looking up quickly, I see my mother’s friend’s eyes on mine, and my cheeks redden.
Fuck, I’m so fucked!
My phone goes off again, and it’s Wesley texting me this time. I sigh. How do the Lords expect me to handle this? Does it mean I can break up with Wesley now since Haidyn knows who I am? I’m not sure what to do, and I can’t ask them because then they’ll know that Haidyn knows who I am.Goddammit!I want to slam my face into the table. Instead, I open his text.
WESLEY: Hey, baby. Sorry you had to cancel our dinner tonight. Tomorrow night, I’m going out with the guys. Want to go with?
Sure.
I respond and turn the phone off, done with this day. I need a margarita, not a water, and I need a fucking nap.
TWENTY-FIVE
HAIDYN
Senior year at Barrington
“Where’s Kash?” I ask, my eyes heavy. My head hangs forward, and blood drips from my busted mouth.
“His fear is being alone, right? Abandonment.” The woman laughs. “The Lords were made to be unstoppable. There’s power in numbers, but the Spade brothers…you were always meant to be different.” Her red-painted nails run along my sweaty chest. I try to pull away, but the chains that tie my wrists above my head prevent it. “You boys were raised together, dependent on one another. Hell, you even shared the same girl,” she adds, referring to Ashtyn. “How do you think Saint will feel when he wakes up? Hmm? Will he still love her?”
“Where…” I take a deep breath, and it hurts my aching chest. “Is Kashton?” I ask through gritted teeth. We fought eight prisoners who had been given shots of adrenaline, and when I was done, I saw him lying on the floor next to me. Face bloodied. The only thing that reassured me he was alivewas that I felt his pulse on his wrists before they dragged his unconscious body out of the arena.
It’s just us at the moment. Adam is gone, and Saint was shot.
“He’s learning to live alone,” she answers cryptically, and my teeth grind.
