I don’t understand. The adrenaline should have worked. She’s a founder, for fuck’s sake; she has the enhancement. It should have helped.
“Kash.” A hand lands on my shoulder, and I shove it off. “Kash, man…”
“No,” I shout at Saint, knowing exactly what he’s going to say. “She’s not dead.” I look at him, and he knows. I’ve failed her. “Find something to pack her chest.”
His soft eyes take in her bloody body before they find mine once more. “She’s gone, Kash,” he says softly.
“No.” I shove Haidyn off her and pull her limp body into my lap. I hold her, squeezing my lifeless wife to me. “Please…” My throat closes, and I bury my head in her bloody neck. “Don’t leave me. I need you. Please, angel,” I beg her to come back to me, knowing it’s not going to do any good.
She’s gone.
“Goddammit,” Haidyn shouts, walking away from the altar.
I rub my shaking hand down the side of her bloody face. “Come on, angel. Wake up. Open your eyes. I need you. Please don’t do this. I need you.”
“Find who the fuck did this.” Saint jumps up, barking orders. “Scan the building, the cemetery out back for any more bodies. I want all these dead Lords taken to Carnage and whoever else you find. Collect their phones and search their cars. Now. Move it.”
The sound of something breaking echoes through the vaulted ceiling, and I know it’s Haidyn destroying shit.
“I counted three bodies,” Ryat hollers at someone. “No other cars than Kashton’s and all of ours in the parking lot.”
“Pl-ease,” I whisper, running my bloody hand through her now strawberry-blond hair. So much blood. Everywhere. It’s dripping off the tip of her fingertips while we sit in a puddle of it. “Open your eyes, Eve. Look at me. I need you, angel.”
“I’ve got Tyson’s men searching the perimeter.” Sin announces.
“No. No. No,” I mumble to myself, refusing to accept it. “You can’t do this…to me.” How could she leave me like this? She wouldn’t.
I lay her back down, being gentle with her head, and start compressions on my own.
“Kashton.” A hand touches my shoulder.
“Don’t touch me,” I shout, pulling away to push my palms into her chest.
“Kashton. Stop.” I’m yanked back and I go to swing at whoever the fuck pulled me from my wife, but I can’t get my heavy arms to work as I’m pushed into the back of the Lords’ altar. Tyson’s face is suddenly in front of mine, his hands on my shoulders. “I’m sorry, Kash…she’s gone.” I can’t breathe. “We need to get her out of here. We’ve got to leave. Get her to Carnage.”
SEVENTY-FIVE
KASHTON
Haidyn pulls up to Carnage, and I get out of the back seat with her in my arms. I rush up the steps and shove the doors open with my boot.
“Devin?” I shout, but he’s already waiting for us. “You have to help her,” I tell him.
His wide eyes go from mine and then drop to her before looking at my brothers standing behind her. “Saint said…she had passed.”
“Help her,” I shout.
“Follow me.”
I walk numbly, following him.
We exit the elevator, and the coldness hits me like a slap to the face. We’re in the same hallway where I once found my brother lying in his own blood after his wife shot him. I avoid coming down here for that very reason.
Devin leads me into a room with nothing more than a metal slab in the center and a chair in the corner.
I place her on it. Gasping for breath, I turn to see Devin just standing there. “What are you doing?” I snap at him. “Do something. This is your job.”
“Kash—”
