Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
After a second, he turns and walks back over to stand at the head of the table, and he grips Hudson’s face with one hand while the other holds something to his eye. It looks like some type of medieval device that holds your eyelid open-a speculum.
Ryat picks up the second one on the counter and walks it over to Haidyn because he was the closest and Haidyn mumbles his thanks as he does the same to the other-keeping them both wide open.
Then Haidyn goes back over to the counter and fills a syringe that can be none other than adrenaline. “Don’t want you to pass out,” he says, stabbing Hudson in the chest and pressing the plunger.
I take a quick look around to see all the guys watching my husband. No one looks as sick as I feel. They’ve seen this before. They’ve been this way before. I’m pregnant and can’t even keep fucking toast down, but by God, I’m not leaving this room without my husband. The awful smell down here alone is enough to make me vomit every time I get off the elevator. I avoid looking at the dead guy lying in a pool of his own blood, shit, and piss. The body expels its waste once it dies.
Hudson’s entire body goes rigid as he pulls on the restraints from the rush of the adrenaline. Haidyn tosses the used syringe onto the counter, then leans over Hudson’s face and digs his fingers into his eye.
I place my hands over my mouth when I realize what he’s doing.
Hudson lets out a blood-curdling scream that makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Haidyn’s fingers dig into Hudson’s eye socket before his eyeball pops out.
My knees go weak, and I swallow the vomit down, not wanting to embarrass myself.
Haidyn holds up the bloody eye with one hand while the other grabs his bloody knife out of his pocket that he slit the other guy’s throat with and flips it open. He cuts off the nerves that still hold it in place. Then he hovers it over Hudson’s good one and squeezes his hand into a fist. It pops the eye in his hand and blood squirts all over them.
My body jerks involuntarily, trying not to vomit again, and Kashton steps back into me as if my knees are going to give out.
“There’s one.” Haidyn’s voice is as cold as this basement. He digs his fingers into the other one and the table rattles while Hudson’s screams continue to fill the large space. It echoes off the concrete walls and ceiling, carrying down the hallway.
Haidyn rips the other one out just the same, and I gulp down the acid taste that fills my mouth as he pops it in his hand just like the first. My husband slaps his bloody hand over Hudson’s mouth to muffle his screams and speaks. “I hope your memory is better than your eyesight because that’s the only way you’re going to see my wife.”
I push off the wall, unable to swallow it down anymore. I don’t even go to the elevator; I won’t make it. I shove open the door to the staircase, bend over, and vomit on the concrete floor.
After I finished puking up my guts, I made my way to Haidyn’s room. I had called down to Jessie and apologized profusely that I had gotten sick in the stairwell, and he told me it was okay.
I went straight to the bathroom and brushed my teeth and washed my mouth out and am splashing my face with cold water when I hear the bedroom door unlock.
Straightening my back, I wipe the water off my face as Haidyn enters the bedroom. He comes to a stop when he sees me through the open bathroom door. He’s washed his hands, face, and tattooed-covered arms, but it’s still on his shirt, neck, and jeans.
He takes one more step into the room and stops. His eyes search mine as if he’s unsure what to do. I look weak and pathetic. As if I can’t handle whatever he can do. I hope he knows it’s the pregnancy. I’m not scared of what he’ll do to me or judge him for what he’ll do to others who threaten our family.
I exit the bathroom and rush to him. I throw my arms around his bloody neck, and he wraps his around my waist. I hug him, and he holds me to him.
“I’m sorry, Charlotte.” He sighs. “I wasn’t thinking.”
I pull back, placing my hands on either side of his face. “I love you, Haidyn Jamison Reeves.”
He frowns at my words, and it makes my stomach drop at the thought he could ever second-guess how I feel about him.
I once asked him-don’t you want someone you know will love you unconditionally? I want him to know that he has me. No matter what the Lords throw at us. “I love you,” I repeat.
He runs his knuckles down my cheek while his eyes search mine. I thought I knew who Haidyn was when I agreed to marry him, but I was wrong. He’s more than I could have ever imagined. He’s got a heart of gold and will protect who he loves fiercely. I want to do the same for him.
His hand moves to cup my face, and I push up on my tiptoes to press my lips to his. He grips my ass and lifts me. I go to wrap my legs around his waist, but he’s already got me on the bed, hovering over me.
My hands go to his belt, and he pulls his lips from mine, then sits up. He yanks his bloody shirt up and over his head while I unzip his jeans and pull his hard dick out.
I want him to pull my hair, drag me to the floor, shove me to my knees, and fuck my face while I look up at him with tears in my eyes. But we’ve got plenty of time for that. Right now, he wants to show me that he loves me too. He thinks I’m too sensitive to see who he really is. Thankfully, I’ve got the rest of my life to prove him wrong.
EIGHTY-SEVEN
HAIDYN
“I’m so sorry, doll??”
“Shut up and fuck me.” She breathes, interrupting me.
If I wasn’t so worried, I’d laugh. She’s avoiding the elephant in the room. That elephant being me and what I just did. I forgot she was even with me while down in the basement. The bastard got off easy when I slit his throat. But Hudson? Taking his eyes was just the beginning. He’ll live. I’ll make sure of it. After I realized she had run out, Saint called Devin to come and return Hudson to the hospital for medical treatment while I washed myself off the best I could. I needed to find her.
All I could think about was everything I’ve done to her…the photos and videos I sent to her cell. Hudson watched them. He saw her beg me, come for me. He saw her in the most vulnerable positions and got off on them. His threat at Dollhouse could not go unpunished. If he had access to her phone, then he knew that I had sent her the text about turning me over to the Lords. Which also meant he knew that I married her. Why did he choose to keep that a secret at Dollhouse when Isabella said she’d be forced to marry him? Maybe he was going to use that information for himself later down the road? Ammo to make Charlotte compliant?
“Haidyn.” Her grip tightens on my hard cock, and she lifts her hips, wanting me to fuck her, bringing me out of my thoughts.
My eyes search hers, and she licks her parted lips. Rising up, she gently kisses my lips before she lays her head back down. “I want you.”
I didn’t kiss her back. My head is a fucking mess, my heart racing. I wanted to stay downstairs and rip his limbs from his body, but I needed to check on her. Make sure she was okay. The thought of her being afraid of me terrifies me. “I’d never hurt you.” I feel the need to tell her.
Letting go of my dick, she places both hands on either side of my face. Frowning, she lets out a long breath. “I’m not afraid of you, Haidyn. I love you. The real you.”
I lower my forehead to hers, and she removes her hands from my face to wrap around my neck. “I love you,” I whisper. My mind tells me to forget the bastard who tried to take her from me and realize she’s here-in my bed, under my body wearing my ring, carrying my children.
“I love you, Haidyn.”
My lips find hers, and I push the thought of anyone but my wife out of my mind as I grab my cock and slide into her soaked cunt.
Her nails dig into my back as her cries fill our room. I’m rougher than I should be, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. No. Instead, she begs me for more, and I’m more than willing to make her my dirty little whore.
EIGHTY-EIGHT
HAIDYN
It’s been a week since my brothers saved me. Things seem to be getting back to normal around here if that’s even possible. Nothing about our lives is ever normal. But I have my girl here with me and in our bed every night. Nothing could be better than that.
“Where are we going, Haidyn?” Charlotte asks as we walk through the hospital at Carnage.
Staying quiet, I open a door for her and usher her in with my hand on the small of her back.
“Finally. What the fuck is going on, Haidyn?” Ryat demands, jumping to his feet. His wife remains sitting in the seat beside him.
I look over at Devin and Gavin and nod my head to them. Devin begins to pass out a paper to Blakely, Charlotte, and then Ryat. I don’t need one. I already know. Found out this morning while Charlotte was sleeping next to me and immediately messaged Ryat that I needed him and his wife to meet us here.
“What is this?” Blakely asks, reading over the paper in her hand.
Ryat’s body goes stiff while reading his before wadding it up in his hand.
“While we were running the blood tests on all the wives, Haidyn thought it would be a good idea to run another test.” Gavin addresses everyone. “And as you can see looking at the results, there’s a match.”
“I don’t understand.” Charlotte’s brows pull together as she looks up at me. “What does it mean by fifty percent match?”
“Goddammit.” Ryat sighs, hanging his head.
“What?” Blakely gets to her feet, her paper falling to the floor. “Ryat, talk to me.”
“Your mom…” He pauses, looking up at her and the color drains from her face.