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I sit on the floor in my hotel room, staring out of the floor-to-ceiling window. A bottle of pills next to me and there’s another bottle to my right but it’s full of vodka. I throw it back and only part of it makes it into my mouth. The rest runs down my naked body.
The door slamming shut makes me flinch. I just fucked a man for money. That’s not the part that makes me feel worthless. It’s the fact he wasn’t Saint. I know Haidyn and Kashton used me, but it never felt wrong. Saint was always right there with me.
This was different. Lonely.
I pick up the burner phone that I have and stare at it. I’ve dialed Saint’s number so many times just to see if anyone answers. It’s the unknown that’s eating me alive. Did I kill him? Did he survive? If so, is he looking for me?
It doesn’t matter. He can never find me. It doesn’t matter if I’m no longer pregnant. I can’t go back and undo what I did. What I was accused of…
I lie down on my back and hold my phone up in front of my face with shaking hands and dial the one number I know I can trust. It’s a gamble, but I just need to know…
“Hello?” the female answers and my heavy eyes fall closed as a tear runs down the side of my face.
“Whit-ney…?”
I never could bring myself to ask her if Saint was alive, and she never offered that information. As far as I knew, she didn’t know. Her senior year, she had been given to a Lord—Tyson Crawford—and when she needed to escape the world, she came to Las Vegas and became a Queen. The Kings made sure that our information stayed discreet. I’m not saying they care about us, but they care about their clients who pay a lot of money for their services.
She jumps to her feet and rushes me. Her movements aren’t fast but they catch me by surprise, and I freeze in place. Before she makes contact with my body, Haidyn steps in front of me and reaches out, gripping her neck. He picks her up off her feet, spins her around and slams her into the concrete wall.
I gasp, my hands coming up to my face.
“We’ve talked about this, Whitney,” he says calmly while she gasps now lying on the floor. “Now…what do you say?” He grabs her dirty and matted hair, yanking her to her knees forcing her to face me.
My wide eyes meet his before they drop to her sunken ones.
“Fucking bitch!” she sneers.
“Whitney, I never meant—”
“Luke should have killed you!” she screams, thrashing in his hold.
Who the fuck is Luke?
“Just like my sister. I should have let him kill you both!” Her shrill voice hurts my ears, and I reach up, placing my hands over the side of my head as my eyes sting with unshed tears.
This is what Carnage does to you. It makes you go crazy.
SAINT
I rush downthe hall and enter Whitney’s room, pushing Ashtyn out of my way as Haidyn yanks Whitney off the floor by her hair. He slams her down onto the stretcher, and I help him strap her down while leaving her in the straitjacket.
She’s screaming and thrashing the best she can, but she’s weak.
We get her tightly secured, and I turn to look at Ashtyn. This is why I didn’t want her down here. Nothing good could come of this. What the fuck could she possibly ask that Whitney would tell her the truth? Whitney is not on her side. Never has been and never will be.
Ashtyn steps back into the hall, and her wide eyes meet mine. I say nothing, and she turns and runs back toward the elevator. I head after her only to stop right outside the door when I see her standing in the hallway. Tyson Crawford and his wife stand in front of her.
Whitney screaming behind me fills the cold space as Tyson reaches out and pushes his pregnant wife behind him, blocking Ashtyn’s view of her.
I see Haidyn come up next to me, and Ashtyn takes in a shaky breath. “You should have killed me when you had the chance,” she whispers to Tyson.
He holds her stare and opens his mouth to speak when Lake steps forward. “I can answer any questions you have.”
“No,” Tyson snaps at his wife.
She smiles at Ashtyn, ignoring Tyson. “Everyone deserves to know the truth about their life.” Lake goes to pull away from Tyson, but he yanks her back with his hand in hers. Pausing, she steps in front of him and kisses his lips before pulling her arm free and walking toward the elevator. I allow Ashtyn to follow.
Honestly, Lake knows just enough that might pacify Ashtyn for now. There’s still so much more that she doesn’t need to know. It wouldn’t do her any good, just harm.
