He picks up his cell, glances down at it, and taps away on the screen before he hands it to me.
I huff, yanking it from him. It’s a video. I’m so fucking tired of watching my wife being raped and beaten. Not to mention the last one I watched where she was shot three times. “How the fuck did you get a video of it?”
“Body cam,” Adam explains.
Making my way to the couch, I plop down on it and press Play. I sit motionless while watching my wife lying on the cathedral floor, all alone, bleeding out. I should have been there with her. I should have known that’s where she was going.
The cathedral is filled with gunshots, Adam barking orders, and blood—so much blood. Eve’s and Vivian’s. Honestly, it’s hard to tell the difference once the bitch is lying where my wife was, now wearing her bulletproof vest and my zip-up hoodie. Getting a closer look, I see the gunshot wounds weren’t in the exact same places but close enough in order to make me think they were. Why would I even question it? A twin never even crossed my mind, but it should have. The signs were there.
I stop the video, having seen enough, and stand facing his desk. “What if she would have died while she was in your care?” I growl. “Would you have told me that I buried her sister?”
His eyes meet mine when he answers. “I wasn’t going to let that happen.”
All I can do is shake my head in disappointment and fucking rage that he took her from me. But as I look at him, I realize I shouldn’t have been surprised. He knew where Ashtyn was and never told Saint. Four years he kept that secret. I would have gone mad. Lost my fucking mind.
I start walking toward the door.
“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” he says.
I turn to face him so I can look him in the eyes when I say, “For what it’s worth, go to hell.” There are a lot of things I can forgive, but making me think I buried my wife for three weeks isn’t one of them.
“Kash—”
Exiting his office, I slam the door shut. I pass by the two guys standing in the living room when I hear Adam rushing after me.
“I did what I had to do. You would have done the same.”
I spin around. “No. I would never take someone you love from you.”
“You should be thanking me.”
“Thanking you?” He’s lost his fucking mind.
“Yes,” he snaps. “If I wouldn’t have stepped in, she would have been dead, Kash. I saved her.” He slaps his chest. “I fucking rushed to her side. I did that. For you.”
The fucking nerve of him. “You can say whatever you need to tell yourself. And you can believe whatever you want to believe.” I step closer to him. “I don’t give a shit if you speak to Haidyn and Saint, but you died,” I remind him through gritted teeth. “We buried our brother. And to me, you’ll always be dead.”
“And Bill?” He shoves his hands into the pockets of his slacks. “You going to cut him out of her life too? Where do you think I got my information from, Kash? You can’t cut us all out of her life.”
“Just you, Adam. Just you.” I turn and storm out of his house.
I barge into Bill’s house. My second stop for the night. I’m just making my rounds while I have my chance.
“Kashton?” Bill greets me in the grand foyer with wide eyes. “Everything okay?” He looks behind me, searching for my wife.
“We need to talk.”
He leans into Janice, whispering in her ear, and she nods before walking off. Turning, I follow him down the hallway and into his study. “It’s late, Kash.”
“You have some explaining to do.” I get to the fucking point. Believe me, this is the last place I want to be tonight.
“About?”
“Whatever it is that you fucking know about my wife but have kept from me,” I snap. “I just came from Adam’s, and he said everything he knows about Eve he’s heard from you. Why in the fuck would he know more about her than me? Her husband?”
He leans back in his chair. His eyes drop to a picture frame on his desk, and he picks it up.
“Start from the beginning. The night on theIsabella. My Lord was going to rape her. Was that a setup?”
