Evan adjusts his noticeably hard dick in his jeans. “Teach the bitch to fucking bite me.”
The video goes black just as my cell vibrates in my hand. I ignore it, knowing it’s Bill.
“What do you have to say about this?” Haidyn barks at Isabella.
She looks away from him, but he grips her face, forcing him to meet her stare. “You let that piece of shit torture my sister?”
She smiles, though it’s not friendly. “So you’ve met your father’s whore?”
“How about this… Everything we watch him do to her, we do to you,” he offers, and her face pales.
My phone vibrates, and I see it’s a text from Easton.
When you have a second, give me a call.
“Kash—”
I ignore Saint and shove open the door to the stairs, going up the first flight, coming to the landing, I press my back to the wall and slide down to sit on my ass. I try and catch my breath. I’m fucking shaking I’m so mad. What I saw…I hate it for Eve. Hate that I can’t change it. That no matter what I say, I can’t save her from herself.
I go to Sin’s number and press Call, placing my cell to my ear.
“Hey,” he answers softly.
I clear my throat. “Hey. Everything okay?” I ask, thinking something is wrong with the babies. I’ve been hiding out with Eve and haven’t had a chance to be there for him or Elli since Devin and Gavin delivered them.
He sighs. “Yeah. I’m calling to check on you and Eve. How is she doing?”
I slam the back of my head into the wall and look up the flight of stairs. “I don’t know,” I answer honestly. She’s kept so much bottled up for so long. At some point she’s going to explode. And what is Evan doing? Why now? She’s gone years without remembering much from Dollhouse, and now he wants her to? Does he think he still has some kind of hold over her and that she’s going to go crawling back to him? If that’s the case, he fucked up. Now that she remembers, she despises him more than ever.
“Remember when I had you take Elli to that appointment?” he asks, interrupting my thoughts.
“Yeah.”
“Well, you took her to a therapist…” He trails off.
“Just spit it out, Sin.” I sigh, running a hand down my face.
“We don’t want to overstep, but we want to offer help in any way we can. Elli has an appointment tomorrow, and if Eve would like to take it, Elli will call and speak to the doctor. Explain the details…without giving any information about Eve, of course.” He pauses. “But I understand if that’s too much?—”
“No,” I interrupt him. “It’s not too much.”
He adds. “She has no connections to the Lords in any way.”
“That’s very nice of you guys. Thank you. Please give her my information, and we’ll be there.”
I hang up and get to my feet, running up the stairs to my room. Fuck Isabella. The bitch isn’t going anywhere. I want Eve. My angel. She needs me now more than ever. I find her still in bed asleep.
It has to help, right? If Elli sees a therapist, then the idea can’t be as bad as I thought. They’re not going to drag her away from me and place her in a padded room. It’s just one conversation. For her to talk to someone who won’t judge her. Who knows what to say, what to do, and how to help.
A professional.
EVERETT
I sit in the passenger seat of the Cadillac Escalade V. The guys keep several in the garage at Carnage. Kashton flies down the highway. I woke up this morning and he helped me shower. Then Devin came by and looked at my bandages.
But we haven’t spoken. There’s tension between us, and even though he’s right next to me, I’ve never felt so alone. So disgusted with myself.
Not only does Kashton know my past, but so do his brothers. It’s humiliating.
