Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“Anything new from Benny?” I inquire, trying to get their minds off my wife.
Saint shakes his head, and Kash just snorts.
“What if I have something that could work?” I offer. While Charlotte dressed and packed a bag for Muffin, I packed a few things of my own.
Saint sits up. “Whatever it is, let’s try it.”
We make our way down to the basement and I follow them both past the cells and to the last one on the right. Saint unlocks the door, and we step inside. Benny lies in the center of the concrete box; he’s missing an entire arm from his elbow down and one eye is swollen completely shut. His right leg looks to be broken. Saint has spent some time fucking the man up.
I pull the syringe out of my pocket and bite off the cap. Once I inject it into his neck, I stand and step back, giving him a few seconds for it to kick in.
His head falls from side to side before his chest heaves through a cough. “Why are you here?” I question, testing the waters.
“Because…of Ashtyn.”
I look at Saint, and he frowns at me. “What the fuck did you give him?”
“Truth serum,” I answer.
We’re not ones to use that shit here. Carnage is about torture, but it’s obvious Saint’s beat him quite a bit, and the bastard still refuses to talk. So we’re going to consider this desperate times call for desperate measures.
Saint walks over to him and taps his steel-toed boot into his side. “How did you gain access to Carnage to kidnap my wife?”
His one eye looks around aimlessly, and he licks his busted lips. “She…she let us in.”
“Who the fuck is she?” Saint snaps.
“Costello,” he mumbles, and I stiffen.
Fuck! I was hoping it wasn’t possible and that Kash was wrong when he told me his theories.
“Why the fuck would she let you into Carnage? What does she get from it?”
“All of you,” he answers, and I run a hand down my face.
“She wanted us dead?” Kash asks.
He nods. “Yes.”
I shake my head. He can’t be lying, but I think that’s just what he was told and made to believe. Otherwise, we’d already be dead.
“How did you know where our trackers were?” I ask. We’ve had ours since after our training, but Saint gave Ashtyn hers when he brought her back recently.
“Em-emerson,” he answers.
Saint steps forward. “How the fuck would he know where Ashtyn’s tracker was?”
“I-I don’t know…”
“I do,” I say and they both look at me. “That day you had Emerson escort her to the office. He had ripped open her robe, and you could see the bruise on her hip,” I say.
Saint runs a hand through his hair. “I should have killed him instead of cutting off his hand. Thankfully, I can remedy that mistake.”
I pull the picture out of my back pocket and show it to Benny. “Who is in this with you?”
He’s staring at the picture, but I don’t think he’s really seeing it. Saint grips his hair and yanks him to sit up. Grasping the back of his neck, he holds Benny in place so he can look at it. “Answer the fucking question,” he shouts, shaking him.
“It’s…it’s my cousin,” he slurs.
“What’s his name?” I demand. I figured they were related somehow.
“Hudson Owens,” he whispers.
Saint shoves him to the ground, and I sigh. “Well, at least we have a name,” I offer.
“Where the hell did you get that?” Saint asks me.
“After I left, I went to Vegas. Benny had someone set his place on fire, wanting everything destroyed. I guess in case we found out where he lived. He didn’t want anyone leading him to Ashtyn. But the picture survived. I’ve been searching for answers.”
“Why didn’t you give this to me when you found it?” he snaps.
“I’m giving it to you now,” I argue. “You almost beat him to death.” I point down at Benny. “Obviously, you wouldn’t have gotten any answers.”
“You don’t know that,” he shouts.
“Guys.” Kash steps forward, placing a hand on each of our chests to push us apart.
I turn to head upstairs and crawl into bed with my wife. The idea of being buried balls deep in her pussy is already helping my sour mood, but Saint ruins it when he speaks next.
“How’d you get Charlotte into your bed?”
I come to a stop and turn to face him. “Excuse me?”
He smirks, and Kashton runs his hand through his hair, growling, “Saint.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I demand, stepping back toward them.
“I’m just curious.” He crosses his tatted arms over his chest, widening his stance. He’s mad at me and wanting to start a fight.
“You know if it wasn’t for us, she wouldn’t be in your life.”
“Goddammit,” Kash hisses, giving us his back.
I highly doubt that, but I’ll bite. “Meaning?”
Saint steps into me. “We made a deal with the Lords.”
His words make my pulse race. I look at Kash, and he’s avoiding eye contact with me as he paces the hallway. “What kind of deal?” I demand, getting a sickening feeling that they know who she really is. Did they find out that she was lying about her identity? If so, what are they going to do about it? They can’t turn her in. She’s my wife. They just don’t know that I made her my Lady, and I’d prefer it to stay that way.
“We make sure you see a therapist, and they make sure you don’t end up down here in a cage,” Saint answers.
I frown, not understanding what he means.
Kashton sighs, his eyes finally meeting mine, and he softly speaks. “The Lords wanted us to lock you up, Haidyn. Not in a prisoner kind of way, but to protect you. After…” He swallows. “To make sure you didn’t off yourself.”
I grind my teeth. “I didn’t try to kill myself.” I’m really fucking tired of having to say those words.