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I can’t help but laugh. I’m not wasted, but I feel pretty good.
“ASHTYN!” she screams in my ear.
“I’ll be home later.” I hang up and turn off my cell, knowing she won’t stop. I’ll call her tomorrow. Maybe.
I lift the cup to my lips, and instead of taking a sip this time, I suck it down. Holding my breath, I swallow as much as I can and gasp when I pull it away. Looking into the cup, I find it only has a little left, so I down the rest.
Walking over to the table, I set my empty cup down and ask, “Another, please.”
“Have you seen this?” Whitney asks, holding her phone out to me. She’s got her social media pulled up. It’s a picture of a bleach blond. She’s smiling while wearing a black and gold cheerleader uniform. Her bright blue eyes shine, and her bleached teeth sparkle.
“No. Who is it?” I ask, waiting for my new drink.
“She’s gone missing.” She slides to a video, and it shows the girl walking through a parking lot and getting into a white BMW. “This was the last place she was seen.” Whitney goes on. “Found her car two miles down the road from the football field. Abandoned. No purse. No phone. Nothing. It was still running, and the driver’s side door was wide open.”
“Here you go.” The guy hands me a fresh drink, and I thank him.
When we start to walk away from the table, she speaks, “I heard that Adam was the last one to see her.”
I come to a stop with my drink paused at my lips. I frown, shaking my head. “Don’t believe everything you hear.” My brother is a douche, and I hate him most days, but he doesn’t kidnap women. My father would kill him if that were the case. The Lords are too important for him to be fucking his chances. And a Lord involved with something like this would get the Lords’ attention.
A thought hits me, and I think back to the argument my father was having with my brother the other day at their house. And my pulse begins to race. Surely, he’s not involved. I don’t believe it. Adam would never…
I throw back my drink and gulp it down.
* * *
Hours later,Whitney pulls up to my house, and I stumble inside. I’m dying of thirst, so I make my way to the kitchen to grab a water.
Flipping on the light, I blink rapidly at the harshness. I come to a stumbling stop when I see Saint sitting at my kitchen table. He’s dressed in his black hoodie, dark jeans, and his mask. The rope he uses to tie me to my bed sits on top of the table in front of him.
As much as I want to do a training session, I’m too drunk for that tonight. “You…” I hiccup. “Can leave.” I reach down and remove my shirt, tossing it across the room. Then I stumble from foot to foot as I kick off my shoes. While I make my way to the fridge, I undo my jeans.
Opening it up, I lean over and grab what I want. I close the door to find him now standing beside it. “I mean it…”
He wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing and taking away my air. My hand drops the water, and I go limp. My eyes instantly grow heavy as my vision goes in and out while staring into his black eyes on the mask. I’ve drunk too much; my body can’t fight him, and it doesn’t want to.
My lips part, and I try to suck in a breath, but all it does is make my pussy throb when I get nothing. Hands grab my body, and my arms are pulled behind my back. Something is placed around them, and I can’t pull them apart.
He lets go of my neck, and I fall to my knees, unable to hold myself up. The room spins, and I suck in a breath that burns my throat. I begin to cough. A fist grabs my hair, and my head is yanked up. I see three blurry figures. Two stand in front of me, and one at my back holds my head up.
I blink, my eyes so heavy. “Not tonight, Saint,” I slur, my tongue heavy. “I…can’t.” I’m too tired; I drank too much. The thought of his fingers down my throat makes me want to gag. I’m going to get sick soon.
The hand in my hair lets go, and my head falls forward. Unable to stop myself because I no longer have use of my hands, I fall face-first to the floor and shiver at how cold the marble is. My eyes close as I’m lifted into the air.
TWELVE
SAINT
Ipull my bike up to Carnage and put in the code, opening the wrought-iron gates. Then I’m driving down the curvy two-lane road before the trees open up, and it comes into view.
I’ve spent more time here in the last week than I’ve wanted to. But it is what it is. The Lords are very strict on what we can and can’t do. And right now, I can’t abandon my responsibilities no matter how much I want to. Especially for pussy.
We graduate with honors from Barrington University without even attending a single class. Because the Lords already know where we’re going to be placed out in the real world.
There are judges, doctors, attorneys, teachers, and those in law enforcement. You name it, we’ve got a Lord on the payroll. Some of us are just more successful than others. It all has to do with your bloodline and where you fall in the Lords world.
Getting off my bike, I run up the stairs and through the double doors that squeak, announcing my entrance.
