But he was my initiation. Was I supposed to kill him before or after he’d raped her? It doesn’t make any sense.
I glance around the room for a murder weapon. Other than a small purse, she wasn’t carrying anything on her body when we arrived at the bar, and she didn’t walk out with a knife when she left this motel room.
Glancing around, nothing stands out. I open the nightstand, and what I see makes me pause.
A Bible.
I’m sure each motel room has one, but the sight of it has my pulse racing. I slam the drawer shut and walk to the small closet over by the corner and open the door to see that it’s empty. Rubbing my chin, I make my way back to the bed and pull up the corner of the comforter.
Bingo.
I yank the black duffel bag from underneath the bed and unzip it. Inside, there’s a hammer, some rope, a gun with a suppressor, and a knife. It’s been cleaned because the handle is still wet.
Fuck, she works fast. In and out before I could even walk across the parking lot. Was she afraid I’d intervene like last time? That I’d fuck up her plan?
I hear a buzzing sound and zip up the bag, shoving it back where I found it before looking around the run-down motel room. It’s old and in the middle of nowhere next to a biker bar. The carpet is stained and smells of cigarette smoke and body odor. A single queen-size bed, an old TV that sits on top of a dresser, and a small bench at the foot of the bed are all that are in here.
That buzzing continues, and I crouch down and start digging through the pockets of his slacks around his ankles.
Pulling a cell out, I seewifelit up, and I smile to myself. Pocketing the phone, I exit the room and head back to my car, leaving her goody bag behind. I need to get home. I have some research to do on my angel.
“Coming Down” by Five Finger Death Punch fills the speakers in my car as I drive away.
I pull up to Carnage thirty minutes later and make my way down to the basement. Haidyn hasn’t been here lately. He’s too attached to Charlotte’s pussy, I guess, to come home. Not sure what’s going on with them because he doesn’t talk to Saint or me about it.
Things have been crazy around here. We found out where Ashtyn was hiding, and I went to Vegas to drag her back with Saint. Then she andHaidyn were kidnapped. We thought he’d died, and once again, Ashtyn returned. Then we find out Adam was involved. Afterward, Haidyn left, and now he shows back up with the woman Saint and I hired to be his therapist. And now Eve is back in my life.
I’m losing my mind trying to keep up.
Saint stands by the pits, washing blood off his hands. “Where have you been?” he asks, looking up at me.
“Out,” I say. I haven’t told him about Eve, and I don’t plan to. Not until she’s officially mine. They’re both wrapped up in their own lives.
He goes to open his mouth, but my cell rings, and I remove it from my pocket to see it’s Haidyn.Speak of the devil.“Hello?” I answer.
“Hey,” he greets me.
“What’s up, man?”
Saint mouths, “Haidyn?” and I nod. Glad to know I’m not the only one he’s choosing to ignore. There’s been tension there since Saint found out that Haidyn knew where Ashtyn had been and that he’d had contact with Adam.
“Where the fuck are you? I tried calling you last night.”
“I was at Charlotte’s,” he answers, like I’m supposed to know where that’s at. He’s not the one I’ve been following. “I need a favor.”
I place him on speakerphone. “Name it.”
“I need you to come get Charlotte. She’s at her house.”
I look at Saint, and we both frown. “And where are you?” I dig. Why is he being so vague?
“I have somewhere to be,” he answers.
“Haidyn—”
“Tell Saint I’m sorry,” he interrupts me, and my heart begins to race at his words. What the fuck is he about to do?
“What the fuck is going on, Haidyn?” Saint barks, stepping closer to me and speaking into my cell. He also knows something is up.
