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“It doesn’t make any sense,” I growl through gritted teeth and get to my feet. “They take her, shoot Haidyn, and then bring them both back here, film them separately, and then leave with her?” I shake my head. “Why?”
“I—”
“Then they let her go?” I pace, ignoring whatever he’s about to say. I’m talking more to myself than him. “There’s no way that she escaped.” I don’t care what anyone says, I won’t believe that. They let her go, knowing she’d come back here to me. Is that why? Let her return raped and battered? Do they think I’ll throw her away? Toss her to the side like she never meant anything to me? I spent four years searching for her, so nothing could happen to her that would make me not love her or give up on her.
And there were three men in the car? How many different men were on the videos they sent us? They were all dressed the same so those who were in the room with her, could have gone and been with Haidyn. I was sent two different videos. Who knows how far apart they were filmed because he waited two hours to even send me the one of Ashtyn.
The door swings open, and I spin around to see Tyson entering the room. He looks at Ashtyn and then me. The blank stare on his face has my pulse racing.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, stepping toward him.
He swallows nervously. “It’s Haidyn…”
“I’ll stay here with Ashtyn.” Devin says. “She’s fine. Promise.”
I run out of the room, wondering what the fuck is going on. My heart pounds when I see Tyson enter Haidyn’s room down the hall from Ashtyn’s. He holds the door open for me, and my stomach drops when I enter.
Sin stands up against the far wall, his face in his hands. Ryat sits in a chair, staring at the bloody floor. Kashton stands at the head of Haidyn’s hospital bed, his forearms on each side of Haidyn’s head, he’s bent at the waist, Kashton’s forehead resting on Haidyn’s. Gavin stands next to the bed, paddles in hand.
A loud beep fills the silent room. I’m trying to comprehend what I’m seeing, but my heart doesn’t want to believe it.
“I’m sorry,” Gavin whispers and places the paddles on the cart beside him.
I watch Kashton’s body shake as he fists his hands. Jasmine stands behind him, arms crossed over her chest as tears run down her face. I was told she arrived a couple of hours ago. After Ashtyn called her, she jumped on her father’s private jet and flew right here. She wasn’t going to leave until she saw her friend was okay. I’m not sure if the Kings know she’s here, but I’m not calling to rat her out. I’ll make the call if she gets in my way, but until then, Kashton can deal with it.
Licking my lips, my pulse races. Stepping forward, I look over Haidyn lying on the hospital bed. He’s got blood running down his nose and my knees threaten to buckle at the thought of losing my brother.
Kashton pushes up off the bed and Jasmine touches his back. He spins around and knocks the cart over. Everything crashes to the floor and Jasmine yelps in surprise at the sound of it clanking to the floor. “GODDAMMIT!” he screams and then storms out, pushing his shoulder into mine, and she runs after him.
I step further into the room, and Gavin’s eyes meet mine. “We did everything we could…” He reaches over and turns off the machine, bathing the room in a deafening silence.
The blood rushes in my ears like a freight train. My eyes are on Haidyn’s peaceful, but bloody face as Gavin pulls the white sheet up and over it, covering my dead brother from the world.
SIXTY
SAINT
I’m storming off the elevator down in the basement. I can hear voices behind me, but I ignore them. I’m on a mission.
My wife and brother were taken. And now one of them is dead. Someone has to pay for that. It’ll be the three pieces of shit who brought her back. Because those three make the most sense to me. If they’re innocent? Then it sucks to be them. Talk about wrong place wrong time.
“Saint?” I’m grabbed and yanked back.
I spin around and come face-to-face with Tyson. I fist my hand, and he steps back, placing his out wide while Sin and Ryat stand on either side of him. “I’m sorry about Haidyn,” he says softly.
I block him out. I refuse to believe that my brother is upstairs, under a sheet as if he never existed. The sour taste in my mouth makes me want to vomit. But I swallow it down. “Where did you put them?” I demand. “Where are the three guys you all brought in?”
“We separated them.” Ryat is the one who answers. “Kashton didn’t want them anywhere near one another because they would be able to talk.”
I give them my back. “And Luke?” I snap.
“Same place he’s been,” Sin responds.
Making my way down the hallway, I shove the plastic dividers out of the way and storm through the pits. Then hit the hallway with the cells on either side. I dig the key out of my pocket and open Luke’s cell.
He flinches at the loud squeak of the door being yanked open. “Get the fuck up,” I bark, rushing over to him. His dead wife still lies on his floor, well what’s left of her. The skeleton of her body is all that remains. It takes two to three hours for a body to burn. She’s been lying there for four days now.
“N-o,” he says hoarsely, pushing his body into the back corner.
