“Who is Adam?” I ask again, needing to know who the fuck this missing Spade brother is.
Hannah looks at me. “Adam Price. His sister was Saint’s chosen.”
“Ashtyn?” I question. “She had a brother?” There were four guys in that one picture that the Lords sent me before I started my initiation. I didn’t pay that much attention to it, though. Maybe he’s the fourth guy. I don’t remember finding anything about her having a brother while doing research on Haidyn, but then again, if the Lords took care of him, they could have wiped his existence.
“A twin,” Hannah corrects me.
“I think he killed her too.” Margaret nods. “He was going down for kidnapping and killing all those women, and his sister caught him, so he got rid of her and their mother. That’s why I think Adam is a prisoner at Carnage.” Hannah snorts, thinking Margaret’s theory is absurd. “Because the brothers were obsessed with Ashtyn. Especially Saint. When Adam got rid of her, they took him prisoner.”
I sit back and nibble on my inner cheek. Well, I know their theories are not true because I’ve seen Ashtyn alive and well. Not sure about the Adam part, but he sure as fuck didn’t kill his sister.
“Do you remember Sierra Ronan?” Margaret looks at me.
“The name sounds familiar,” I say, but I can’t place it.
“She was Haidyn’s chosen their senior year. The word was she hated Ashtyn because she was sleeping with both Haidyn and Kashton, and when Haidyn found out, he shared his chosen with another Lord.”
Now I remember where I heard it from—the email the Lords sent me with Haidyn’s information.
“Hooke,” Hannah offers, nodding. “It all went down one night at the house of Lords.”
I was never allowed to go to the house of Lords, but rumors traveled all over Barrington about what went on there. My mother said it was no place for someone like me to hang out. I never really understood what she meant, considering we were part of that world. I just figured she wanted me to stay away from temptation. All they ever said went down at the house of Lords were orgies. Lords passing girls around like joints at a party. What she doesn’t understand is that happens anywhere you go these days. But it wouldn’t have mattered if I was able to go there or not, I wasn’t in the same grade as the Spade brothers.
“Hooke fucked her mouth right there in front of everyone while he sat on the couch,” Margaret adds.
“What ever happened to her?” Hannah wonders.
Margaret shrugs. “No clue.”
I sit back in my seat and let out a huff. That doesn’t really answer anything that I was wondering about, but it does tell me that Ashtyn being alive is not public knowledge, and she has a twin brother who is still MIA.
“Mom?”I call out, entering my childhood home. “Mother?”
“I’m in here, darling,” she answers faintly down the hall. I enter Bill’s office to see her going through some papers on his desk. Her best friend is standing next to her, but I ignore Anne. I came here for a reason. “I’d love to chat, dear, but me and Bill have plans with friends.” She pauses and looks up at me frowning. “When did you get back from your vacation?”
“Why am I not married yet?” I get to the point, ignoring her question.
I forgot I’m supposed to still be away. Which also reminds me that I need to touch base with Wesley. He has a key to my house. Wouldn’t that be humiliating if he walked in, and I was on all fours while Haidyn fucked my ass?
She drops the papers and stands to her full height. “Anna?—”
“I want to know.” I interrupt her. I’m not a child anymore. I deserve to know where my life is going that she is planning for me.
Anne clears her throat, and my mom looks at her. It’s as if they’ve had this conversation and her friend warned her, I’d one day have questions.
My mother sighs. “It’s not black and white. It never is with the Lords. When I feel you’re ready, I’ll let you know.”
Her answer pisses me off. I’ve proven to her over the past few years that I can make it in our world. Why keep my future a secret from me? “I had sex,” I tell her. She’s going to find out eventually when I’m handed to my Lord, and he expects me to be a virgin.
“What do you mean you had sex?” she asks slowly.
“Haidyn fucked me?—”
She slaps me across the face, cutting me off. My head whips to the side, and I gasp at the sting on my cheek. She’s never hit me before. “Do you understand what you’ve done?” she screeches.
“The Lords told me to do whatever he wants,” I rush out, the tears stinging my eyes from the lingering pain.
“They did?” she asks skeptically.
