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It’s Haidyn. “Hey—”
“Where are you?” he demands, sounding pissy.
“On my way to Carnage.” I avoid telling him I’m at Ashtyn’s. It’s none of his business where I am.
He hangs up without saying another word, and I pocket my phone once more. Approaching my bike parked in her driveway, I remove my helmet from where it hangs off my mirror. Usually, I take it with me everywhere I go so no one can steal it, but that won’t happen at her place. It’s a gated community. They have two guards who are at their gate twenty-four seven.
After I slide it over my head, I fasten it under my chin. Then I pick up my leather jacket that I had lying over the seat and pull it on as well. It’s not for safety, more for the fact that it hides who I am while on it.
Lords are raised to wear masks and cloaks most of the time. We’re placed in a world where no one knows our power. We’ve had to hide our true identity for years. It’s a hard habit to break.
Starting up the bike, I put it in gear and take off out of her driveway. I’m headed to Carnage to find out what the fuck is going on.
* * *
Carnage isa city of its own, covering hundreds of thousands of acres in the middle of nowhere tucked into the mountains. Although we’re Lords, we are meant to be secluded. One day, we’ll run this place that no one knows exists, and although I never wanted it, I’ve accepted it.
I stop at the gate, pressing in the code, and it opens, allowing me entry. I rev the engine on the bike before taking off through it and lean into the curves more than I need to on the winding road lined with trees. I come up to the circle drive when the main building comes into view. But I take the side road, going behind it.
I park my bike at the back and get off, then remove my helmet and jacket, leaving them both with the bike. Rushing up the steps, I enter the back entrance and take the elevator down to the basement. If our fathers want us here, it’s only for one reason.
Stepping off the elevator, I suck in a breath of cold air and walk down the hallway to the open room. Haidyn leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. Kashton sits in a chair, leaning back comfortably. Adam stands in the middle, glaring at his father, who stares at me like he knows I’ve spent the past two days tying his daughter to her bed and forcing her to come for me until she’s a sobbing, blubbering mess.
I want her mind filled with me. Every thought she has consumed by me. I’m going to erase everything and anything her piece-of-shit mother has put into her head. All she’ll know is begging, crawling, and coming for me.
“Boys,” my father states, entering behind me.
“Is there a reason we’re here?” Kash asks with a sigh, looking down at his watch. He was obviously in the middle of something when he received his phone call to come here.
“Yes.” My father claps his hands once. “And it’s going to take all night. So cancel whatever plans you have.”
ASHTYN
It’s beena week since Saint startedtrainingmy body. I’m always sore. My body is weak, but it’s working. All I think about is when he’ll show up and tie me down and force me to come.
I look forward to it. I go to classes during the day, then rush home, get naked, and shower so I’m ready for whenever he decides to show up. It’s been less and less the past few days. I’ve been getting texts about him having to be at Carnage. I don’t know why, but I feel my father has something to do with it.
My mother has been blowing up my phone. I’ve missed two appointments with her and her therapist this week because I was coming all over myself while Saint told me I was hisgood girl.
So when he canceled on me again tonight, I decided to call Whitney. She’s always up for going out and getting drunk. I’m on my third drink and feeling pretty good. We’re out at the field with bonfires, and I stand in the center of it, looking over at the woods and remembering how he tied me up, stripped me naked, and spanked my ass in front of Kashton and Haidyn.
The Sharpie words have almost faded completely, and the marks from the belt have healed. It no longer hurts to sit down or shower. I want him to do it again. Maybe I’ll ignore him the next time he calls so he’ll punish me.
“Here you go.” Whitney comes up next to me, handing me a new drink.
“Thanks,” I mumble.
“Why are you in such a funk?” she asks, taking a sip of hers. “Don’t tell me it’s over Saint?” When I don’t answer, she rolls her eyes. “He’s not worth it, Ash. I promise you, there’s someone better out there for you.” She takes another sip, and her eyes zero in over the rim of her cup as Tyson Crawford walks by with a group of guys from Barrington.
I take a drink from the cup and then another. My body is begging to get off tonight. In less than a week, I’ve become a needy slut for Saint and my vibrator just like he wants. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like once he can actually fuck me, but I’m looking forward to it.
My cell rings, and I pull it out of my back pocket to see it’s my mother. I press ignore and go to put it back, but it immediately rings again. “Hello?” She’s not going to stop.
“Where are you at?” she demands.
I look around at the party in the middle of nowhere and take another sip of my drink. “Home.”
“Don’t lie to me, Ashtyn. I’m at your house right now.”
