Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
I enter and walk over to her body. I untie her wrists and ankles and then pull her limp body off the edge of the table and pick her up in my arms.
“I’m sorry,” I say through the knot in my throat.
Exiting the cell, I take a right, and my heavy boots guide me to an opening. I come to a stop to see my brothers.
My stomach drops when I see them all hanging side by side with their hands secured to the ceiling. Their heads are down, looking at the floor that their feet aren’t able to touch.
I lay Ashtyn on a table to the left and rush to them. “Haidyn.” I shove his head up, and blood runs from his neck and down his body.
I jump back as it splashes me. I begin to gag from the overwhelming smell. Rushing over to Saint, I find he’s also had his neck slashed. My throat burns with bile as my brother’s blood covers my hand and arm. I do the same with Adam.
I take a stumbling step back to see them all hanging there with their throats slit. Hearing a sound behind me, I turn just in time to see the Lord’s fist hurtling at my face.
“Fuck,” I groan.
I blink to clear my blurry vision. I’m still in the basement, now sitting in a chair, my hands cuffed behind it. My father sits on the edge of the table in front of me.
The chair rattles when I go to get up, but my hair is grabbed from behind, and I’m forced back into the seat. They pull my head back at an extreme angle, pinching the back of my neck. I bare my teeth at my father. “You fucking piece of shit.” I spit on him.
He glances down at it but makes no move to wipe it off.
His silence makes my anger grow. “Why?” I demand, my muscles tense and my breathing erratic. I’m all alone. My brothers and Ashtyn are gone.
“Why what?” he asks, checking his watch. A sign that I’m keeping him from something important. As if his brothers’ sons being dead isn’t his main priority.
“Why kill them? They didn’t do anything wrong.” They could have failed their initiations. But that still wouldn’t explain Ashtyn. She didn’t have one. A female Spade has never run Carnage, as far as I know. Unless she was collateral damage.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His nonchalant attitude makes me fucking livid. “You killed them,” I shout, and the fingers in my hair tighten, holding my head in place. “Adam, Saint, Haidyn, and Ashtyn. You killed them all.” I give a manic laugh. “Your brothers are going to make you suffer.” That’s something I don’t want to miss. My father deserved death long before now. But what’s that saying? The good die young. Evil lives for fucking ever.
“No,” he argues. “They’re going to make you suffer.”
“Don’t fucking put this shit on me,” I scream, yanking on the cuffs that dig into my wrists. “You—”
“You did this, Kashton.” His voice is much calmer than mine. “You didn’t get to them in time.”
What? He can’t be serious. “You didn’t even let me try.” Panic grips my chest and my breathing becomes labored. He set me up. My father has always hated me. I was never going to be good enough for him.
Now he’s gone and done the unspeakable. He’s killed his brothers’ only sons and framed me for it.
He stands from the table and removes a revolver from the inside of his suit jacket. Opening up the cylinder, he empties all the bullets into his free hand and pockets them. Then he places one on the table next to the gun and moves to stand in front of me. He nods to the man behind me, who lets go of my hair and then undoes the cuffs.
I jump to my feet, and the force kicks the chair over. “Going to fucking kill me, Father?” I challenge. “Then run to your brothers and blame me for you killing their children?”
“I’m not going to do anything, son. You’re going to do it yourself.”
“No—”
He punches me in the face, and it sends me falling to the floor. I’m off balance from the drugs. Getting to my hands and knees, I spit blood onto the concrete.
“I wanted to teach you a lesson, Kashton. Your mother…” He pauses. “She was too soft with you. Wanted you to be a ‘good boy.’ It’s pathetic and embarrassing,” he shouts. After taking a deep breath, he huffs. “I left you one bullet, son. As you said, your brothers are dead and so is Ashtyn. You failed them. You let them die. Suffer. Now it’s your turn to do the same.”
I get to my feet and sway. My vision is a little blurry from the hard hit to the side of my face. I’m so tired. All the anger has left my body and it’s drained me. I’m like a balloon deflated.