“Fuck,” Haidyn hisses, slamming his fist on the table.
Devin sighs. “At first it was to get her pregnant. Then they realized they could just take her eggs. Everett was extremely malnourished, which was probably why she was having trouble conceiving. When she finally started having a cycle, it was very irregular due to trauma and abuse, and her hormone levels were lower than ideal. Even if they were successful, she could only carry so many children at a time. Plus having to carry the child for nine months. All they needed were her eggs. She has founder and Spade-brother DNA. They could have sold them to any Lord…or Lady…for top dollar.”
“Or to Dollhouse.” Saint shrugs. “It makes you wonder, though…” Hepauses, looking from me to Haidyn. “If we have siblings out there that we don’t know about.”
Haidyn glances at Devin. “Did they keep records? If my father paid to be with a breeder, maybe the others did too.”
He shakes his head. “Not that I’ve found.” Then Devin looks at me, and I nod that he can go. I’ve heard all I need to hear.
When he lingers, I bark. “What?” I’m on fucking edge right now.
“The last page,” he says.
I turn to the last one and read over it. My stomach sinks as I skim over the information.
“What is it?” Haidyn demands.
Ignoring him, I continue reading, trying to comprehend it. My wife is going to take this hard. Can she catch a break? Everett deserves happiness and to move on with her life. The one I vowed to give her.
“Kash—”
The door opens, cutting off Haidyn. I shut the file, open my top drawer, and slam it shut.
Everett and Charlotte both enter with big smiles on their faces while giggling, and Devin slips out. I love to see my wife happy. She’s always glowing, but there’s something special about her loving life. I hate that I have to ruin her day.
Haidyn stands and walks over to Charlotte. “Devin said you were having a good day.”
“I am.” She throws her arms around his neck and stands up on her tiptoes to kiss him while he leans down to meet her.
“How about I take you to lunch?” he offers.
“Yes. Please.” She beams. “I could eat.”
“You guys want to join us?” he asks.
“I’ll check with Ashtyn,” Saint answers.
I shake my head. “We have plans with the contractor.” Eve walks over to my desk and sits on it, facing me.
We all bought the land across from Carnage and are each building a house. I’ve never had a problem living here with the guys, but I can’t wait to have a home to ourselves. My wife deserves a life that doesn’t include this place. It’s already bad enough that she chose me—a constant reminder of what our fathers did to her.
“Want us to bring you something back?” Charlotte questions, turning to face us.
“No thanks.” We’ll grab something after.
Everyone leaves the office, and my wife smiles at me, but it falls when I don’t return it. “Everything okay?” She places her hands on my face and leans into me.
I’m terrified of losing her. Those three weeks without my wife werefucking hell. I’ve spent all my life feeling alone, and having her with me has been heaven. Sometimes I wake up after a nightmare of burying her all over again. But this time, I don’t get to dig up a body that wasn’t hers.
“Kash—”
“I’m fine. Just tired,” I lie.
She gives me a sly smile and falls onto my lap while she slowly slides her sundress up. My hands go to her bare thighs, and my eyes drop to the nude-colored thong that covers her smooth pussy. “Well, maybe you should get some sleep tonight.”
I laugh at that. I’d much rather lose sleep fucking my wife than dream about a life without her. “Come on.” I slap her thigh, wishing I could toss her onto my desk and fuck her, but we don’t have time for me to play with her. “He’ll be there soon.”
She picks up her cell off my desk and smiles proudly, getting to her feet. “I’ve got my design ready.”
