She laughs, and the irritating sound makes my skin crawl. “I’m here to teach you all a lesson.”
“Fucking bitch.” I get to my feet but stumble back into the wall, my legs are wobbly and feet unsteady. Placing my head in my hands, I grip my hair.Fuck, did she drug me? Or am I just that weak from the fight?
Her laughter grows. “I bet when you woke up this morning you didn’t think you’d be the only Spade brother left.”
My head snaps up and my pulse quickens. “No?—”
“Funny how one annoying cunt can ruin everything.”
Ashtyn? She must be talking about Ashtyn. Because she’s the reason all this is happening. What the fuck is she into that she would shoot Saint? All we’ve done is protect her. Saint has done things to her that I don’t agree with, but she’s not my wife.
Pushing myself off the wall, I drag my left leg as I hobble to the door. I wrap my hands around the bars. “I’m going to kill you, you fucking bitch.”
She just smiles at me. “Promises. Promises.”
“Haidyn?” I call out into the hallway, hoping he responds. I just need to know he’s not dead. “HAIDYN?” And Saint? Ashtyn shot him. Did he not survive surgery? If he’s dead, I’ll make it my life’s mission to hunt Ashtyn down and kill her with my bare hands. I will gladly watch the life drain out of her eyes with no remorse.
Fucking bitch.
“Hai-dyn?” My voice cracks, and I start to cough.
The woman reaches through the bars and pushes something up against my sweat-covered chest, and it knocks me on my back.
“Christ,” I say through gritted teeth. Every muscle in my body is tight. Did she tase me?
“Get used to this room, Kashton. It’s your home until I say otherwise.”
A bright light turns on, and I place my hands over my face to shield my eyes. “Goddammit.” I scramble to the nearest wall and push my back against it.
Opening my eyes, I hold up my hand like a visor and blink rapidly in order to get my vision to adjust.
I wish I was blind.
My hand falls to my side, and I swallow the knot in my throat when I take in myhome. I’m not surprised to see that I’m in the basement of Carnage, locked in a cell. That was a given.
What does surprise me is that all the walls and floor are covered in tallies. This is my punishment. A reminder that I’m all alone.
I don’t know how long I was in there. At least a couple of weeks. The light never turned off, and the silence was deafening. All I had was my imagination, and that’s never a good thing.
Isabella let me believe Saint and Haidyn were both dead. Adam had left us. I had no one.
I convinced myself I was going insane when I could see Eve in there with me. My mind always wandered back to her and that night on theIsabella. But it ended differently.
She didn’t run from me. I wasn’t a Lord, and she wasn’t a woman who’d almost been raped by one. We were husband and wife, and theIsabellawas our home. We stayed out in the middle of the ocean where no one could harm us. The world didn’t even know we existed.
It was perfect.
Just when I’d get to the good part, one of Isabella’s guards would come to feed me. I refused for a while, but then remembered I didn’t want to die.
I needed to stay healthy. I was the only Spade brother left. It was up to me to catch Ashtyn and make her pay for what she caused. What she cost me. My family.
The only people I ever cared about. A life for a life. And that bitch owed me several.
You don’t know hell until you don’t know what day or time it is. Time moves slowly when all you have are your thoughts. There was no mattress or toilet in that cell with me. It got to the point where I thought I imagined Eve altogether. That she was a part of my imagination and never existed. But she does. I’ve found my way to her, and I will do everything in my power to make sure it stays that way.
I’ve given her two days to herself since I got her off in the office at the cathedral. There’s nothing scarier than your own thoughts. I want to be on her mind twenty-four seven. Always looking over her shoulder for me. I want her confused and constantly wondering if I’m there.
A knock comes on my bedroom door. Opening it, I find Jessie standing in the hallway. “Come in, man.” I hold it so he can enter.
