Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
My wide eyes shoot to Tyson, and he’s already staring at me. No ounce of remorse in his eyes, just fucking emotionless. He knew! He fucking knew all of this time?
“What do you want?” Luke growls, and my husband gives him his attention. “My wife for yours?”
Wife? Tyson had called her Luke’s wife. I yank on the cuffs, my body thrashing in the cloak. No. It can’t be.
Tyson arches a brow. “You think this is a trade? I’ve already got both of them.”
My eyes drop to the woman once more, and there’s no denying who she is. It’s Whitney! My sister. My dead sister.
I can only see a side view of her, but she’s hogtied and naked on the Lords’ table. She’s screaming, thrashing in the ropes. Spit flying from around the black ball gag in her mouth.
“Our main attraction is in place.” Ryat had said in the office.
He tied her up in the same position he had me tied up in at the cathedral at Carnage. He took video of me, pictures of me, had a hood over my head, my collar.
My eyes fall to her neck, and she’s wearing my collar. Jealousy courses through me like my insides are on fire. That’s mine. Why did he give it to her? How long has he known she wasn’t dead?
“Then what the fuck do you want?” Luke shouts, the sound of his voice echoing through the large cathedral, and it makes me flinch.
The sound of the doors opening behind me at the entrance squeak, and Luke spins around to face whoever has joined us. I try to look over my shoulder, but the mask prevents me from seeing out of the eye holes.
“What the fuck is this?” Luke barks, and then goes to run toward the door that Ryat brought me through that leads to the office, but Ryat jumps up from the pew beside me, throws off his cloak and points his gun at Luke’s face, bringing him to a stop. Slowly, Ryat removes his mask, and Luke curses.
“How the fuck did this happen?” Luke demands. I feel like he’s talking to himself more than anyone else. He turns to the Lords’ table and leans down into my sister’s face. “How the fuck did you let this happen? You had one job.” He slaps her. “All you had to do was make sure she stayed in that fucking psych ward!”
Tears run down my taped cheeks at the betrayal I feel. From her, my husband, Luke. I mean, every-fucking-body seemed to have known that she was alive but me. Hell, Tyson let me think he killed her years ago. Why didn’t he tell me the truth?
Ryat moves toward the Lords’ table as Tyson grabs the back of Luke’s neck and slams his face down into the side of the table. It knocks him to his knees.
SIXTY-FOUR
TYSON
Ryat helps me get Luke into a chair, and we zip-tie him to it. I look up to see Kashton plop down in the pew next to my wife while Haidyn sits down in the pew behind her. Saint walks over to the other witness I had Ryat bring from Carnage.
He knocks the mask off Jackson, yanks him from the pew and drags him over to the Lords’ table. Hitting the back of his legs, Jackson falls to his knees, and he screams behind the ball gag in his mouth.
I slap Luke across the face, trying to get him to focus. The poor guy is dazed. “Wake the fuck up. You’re going to tell me what I want to know.”
“Fuck … you.” He spits out blood.
“Let’s start with the obvious. How I found your wife.” I grab Whitney’s hair, yanking her head back, and she looks up at me through her bloodshot eyes. “I found my wife sedated, tied to a hospital bed in a psych ward, and jaw wired shut. And you can believe my surprise when Whitney here entered the room. The only thing she was surprised about was that I was there. You said she had one job? I highly doubt that was all she did.”
Looking up, I see Haidyn sitting behind my wife, and I nod to him. He reaches around her and removes the Lord’s mask. Her watery eyes are on her sister. They meet mine, and she shakes her head, fresh tears rolling down her face. She doesn’t want to believe it.
“Yes, little darling.” I shove Whitney’s head down into the table. “Whitney knew where you were and wasn’t going to tell a soul where to find you. But then again, a dead girl is meant to be forgotten. If you don’t know she exists, then she can’t tell secrets.”
Lake drops her head, her body shaking as she sobs behind the tape.
“Then we have Jackson here. He told me all kinds of information.” I leave it vague because I want Luke to sweat it.