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“A chance at what?” Saint barks out.
“A life,” he growls. “She always deserved better.” He breathes deeply, and his eyes meet my watery ones. “She deserved to be a mom.”
Saint turns to me, and his eyes drop to my stomach obviously knowing that I lost the baby. He steps toward me, and I take one back. His jaw clenches.
“How…how the fuck are you alive? You were dead?” Kashton asks. “Like no heartbeat. Dead. Body getting cold. Dead.”
“I had help,” he answers tightly.
Kashton raises his hands, running them through his hair aggressively. “By whom, the CIA?” Nervous laughter follows, and Haidyn just stares up at him. Saint stomps over to the other guy, who is still wearing his mask, and I hold my breath when Saint pulls it off to expose his face to the room.
Silence follows as everyone takes in the face that I haven’t seen in years.
“What. The. Fuck?” Tyson speaks first.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Saint barks and then looks at me. “Did you know about this too?”
I don’t answer because his question pisses me off. Instead, I look at Adam and see he’s already staring at me. I don’t know where my brother has been or why he was helping Haidyn, but I couldn’t have been more grateful when I saw him walk into the morgue when I went to see Haidyn.
“Adam?”I whisper, trying to find my voice.
“Adam?” Jasmine asks.
He looks at her and smiles. “Long story.”
“You guys know each other?” My mind is playing catch-up.
“Yeah,” he answers. “But that’s for another day…we don’t have much time.” He rushes over to me and pulls me off the small table. He removes something out of his vest.
“What are you doing?” I ask my trembling hands going to Haidyn’s tatted arm.
“Bringing him back.”
“Back?” My pulse races. “What do you mean…?”
“Once he’s up, we’re going to need your girls’ help.” He interrupts me, and I nod, trying to wrap my head around what the hell is happening.
“I…I—”Kashton takes a step back, trying to process it all, and Tyson helps Haidyn get to his feet and removes the cuffs.
The guy Ace moans on the floor, and we all look at him. Kashton walks over and removes his mask and I take a step back as if hit in the chest.
“Ashtyn?” Saint barks at me.
But I ignore him as I stare at the man lying on the concrete floor. “You…” I swallow the lump in my throat.
“Ashtyn?” Someone yells my name but my tear-filled eyes stay on the guy smiling at me.
“Hello, sweetheart.” He laughs, and I flinch. “Tell him how much fun you had when you’d beg me to fuck you.”
“Such a good whore. Aren’t you, sweetheart? You had no problem coming for me before. Come on my fingers, love. Come all over them. Show me how much you like it.”
His words play in my head after the car wreck when I was strapped to a table back at Carnage. The hood over my face, the gag, the hands….so many hands all over me. I was strapped down and unable to fight as he touched me. I didn’t’ know who it was. Honestly, I thought he was just making shit up.
“Noooo.” I shake my head, tears sting my eyes.
“Get him the fuck out of here,” Saint demands, and I flinch as his voice echoes in the concrete room. Sin and Ryat grab Ace and his laughter grows. “Strip him before putting him in a goddamn cell,” Saint tells them before they drag him away.
Hands touch my face, and I whimper at the contact. “You’re okay, Ash.”
