It’s crazy how fast your situation can change. That night on theIsabellawas the first time in my life that I felt like a human. The wind in my hair while we were at sea—I had never experienced anything like that before. For so many years, I had been chained and collared, and I was finally free. But it was just a lie I was telling myself, because I was nowhere near free.
It was just another form of training. Kashton had to rush in and save me, and it fucked up everything. I let him touch me, and I was ready to end it all for a little attention.
Now he’s back, but he’s not playing fair. He’s going to follow my every move.
My phone gets my attention when it vibrates next to me in bed. I see I have a text message from an unknown number, and I open it up.
You owe me.
The text is followed by a video. My pulse begins to race, and my hands shake as I hover over Play. I have an idea of what I’m going to see. If it’s what I think it is, he’s right. I’ll owe him, and the thought of him coming to collect terrifies me, but a deal is a deal. And I made one with the devil.
I sit, paralyzed, watching the ten second video, knowing I have to do something after it ends.
I have little control over my shaking hands as I call the one person I know can help. I owe the man in the video everything. He saved my life once. The least I can do is save him too.
KASHTON
I haven’t had a chance to follow Eve. Too much has been going on here—Haidyn had been gone; he turned himself over to the very bitch who trained us after Ashtyn shot Saint and left him for dead. I still haven’t forgiven her for that, and I’m not sure I ever will.
I’m tired of losing people I love. Tired of feeling left out and alone. Eve is my answer, but I had to make her wait. We had to save Haidyn first.
We finally got him back. He’s in rough shape, but he’s home at Carnage where he belongs. Isabella is also here in a cell. A part of me can finally breathe. A chapter of my life is closed.
For so long, I’ve lived with the thought that she would return to Carnage and take over again. I couldn’t care less about what happened to me, but my brothers? I hate to think of them being tortured. Being prisoners in the very place where we enslave those who betray the Lords.
Who have we betrayed? No one. We’ve held up our end. Done what our fathers taught us. Ashtyn is the one who left us. She’s the one who tried to kill my brother, the man who was just protecting her. The domino effect from that led to Adam killing our fathers. Saint and I had always thought it was Haidyn, but Adam admitted it when everything was coming out.
But saving Haidyn cost us something. We lost another brother. Again.
Adam is dead.And the worst part is that one of my friends killed him.
I’m soaked. We went ahead with Adam’s funeral today, even though it’s raining outside. It didn’t matter; we needed to lay him to rest.
Saint and Haidyn aren’t going to do anything about it, but I am. I feel betrayed. I’ve just left Adam’s funeral, and I need to do this now.
After bringing my car to a screeching halt, I get out and rush toward the house as the rain drenches me. My fists bang on the door before I cross my arms over my chest.
It opens after a few seconds, and Easton Sinnett—Sin—stands there with a smile on his face. “Kash Daddy.” The moment his eyes meet mine, the smile drops, and he sighs, looking over my rain-covered suit. “Sorry we didn’t make it to the funeral?—”
I punch him in the face. Striking him so hard it shoves him back into the grand foyer of his house. When I step inside, I hit him again.
“What the fuck, Easton?” I shout. Grabbing his shirt, I yank him toward me, slamming my face into his. I barely feel the pain from the contact. I’m too worked up. I’m fucking shaking. We saved Haidyn, only to lose Adam. Sin walked into our office at Carnage and changed our lives in the worst way.
“Hey, Sinny.” I smile up at Easton as he enters the office, making him snort. “Have you decided to come home?” He’d make a great Spade brother. I’m determined to recruit him. What he did for Elli just proves that he will do whatever it takes.
“I’m here on Lords’ orders,” Sin states, and the air in the room instantly shifts from light to heavy.
I get to my feet, and so does Haidyn.
“What kind of orders?” Saint questions.
“I was given an assignment last night to deliver a Lord to Carnage,” he answers, his eyes on Saint’s. “I have an hour left.”
“Who?” I demand.
Sin looks from Saint to Adam and speaks to him. “You.”
Sin doesn’t even try to fight me, which pisses me off even more. “You had plenty of time to come to us.” Letting go of his shirt, I shove him backward.
