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)
“Have you asked her?”
“We’re not there…yet.”
He laughs. “So she doesn’t know you exist.”
“Oh, she knows.” I chuckle to myself.
He looks away, dropping his arms from his chest and burying his hands in his jeans pockets.
“She was a doll,” I tell him.
His wide eyes meet mine. “Maybe…maybe they sterilize them?” he offers softly. “Like you guys do with women at Carnage.”
“Maybe.” Honestly, I don’t know enough for that not to be an option. “What about Elli?” I ask. Changing the subject. I still don’t know enough about Eve to answer all the questions I know he has.
“What about my wife?” he growls, as if I’m implying something.
“How’s she doing?” I clarify. “She was pretty upset after her appointment.”
He nods, looking away. “She’s good. Does it every time. Calls it a cleansing cry.”
“Ice cream seemed to have done the trick.”
He laughs softly. “Yeah. Thank you, by the way. For taking her.”
“I can help anytime,” I tell him. Still not sure what she had an appointment for, but it’s none of my business anyway. If they need me, I’ll do whatever, no questions asked.
“How are you doing?” I haven’t seen him in a while, so I’m going to get as much information out of him as possible.
“Fine,” he answers too quickly.
“Are you having hallucinations from the founders’ enhancements?”
He drops his head, looking down at the ground, and sighs. “They come and go.”
“Want to talk about it?” I’ve always been the single Spade brother who is willing to talk about his feelings. The others never have. I get it. We’re raised to not have any. I just never understood why it was better to not show them.
“I—”
“You two going to fucking move or what?”
We both glance over to see a truck now parked behind me. “Excuse me?”
“Fucking move! You’ve been sitting talking like two bitches for ten minutes.”
“There are other pumps you can use,” I say, gesturing around to the other available pumps.
“If you don’t move in five seconds, I’m going to run your fucking bike over.” He slaps the side of his door as if to prove a point.
“Go ahead. I’ll shove the leftover pieces up your ass,” Sin tells him with a smile.
The driver’s door opens, and the man jumps out. He could be Haidyn’s twin in size and height, if not a little taller. Wearing denim overalls and a hat that says Try Me.
Careful what you wish for.
The passenger door opens, and another man jumps out with a fucking baseball bat.
Sin glances at me, his smile growing. “Knew this would come in handy.” He picks up the helmet that sits on the seat of his bike and swings at the guy who is now running toward him.
I don’t get to see the rest because the second guy knocks me to the ground.
Sirens blare in the distance.
“Thanks for making my day, fucker.” Sin kicks the one at his feet.
I remove my cell from my back pocket and make a quick call.
“Is this you calling to apologize?” he asks in greeting.
“Sin and I are about to get arrested,” I tell Tyson as the sirens grow closer. The clerk came out a minute ago and screamed for us to stop before he ran back inside to hide and call the cops.
“Jesus Christ. You two—”
“Call your detective,” I interrupt him.
“Kash—”
“See you soon.” I hang up when the flashing lights pull into the gas station. Three police cars come to a screeching halt. Sin and I raise our hands while both guys whine, rolling around on the dirty ground.
I could pull the Lords card, but I’m not in the mood for that. Not when Tyson has a connection that could get us out of it.
All officers exit their cars with guns trained right at us. “Lie on the ground. Face down,” one orders.
“Can I have my phone call before you take us in?” I joke.
“On the ground. Hands behind your back,” he commands.
“Guess that’s a no.” Sin chuckles.
We both slowly get to our knees, lie down, and do as they say. We’re cuffed and shoved into different cop cars.
I watch the man in uniform pull out his cell as he walks around our bikes.
EVERETT
The two days I spent with Kashton fucked me up. Physically, I’ve got bruises. Mentally, I’m drained and confused.
I’ve tried to talk myself down. Given myself every reason in the book as to why it was okay, but it’s not enough.
It was disgusting how desperate I was. How much I begged to be treated like a dog. I even had a collar and leash to complete the act. All I was missing was a butt plug with a tail and a dog bowl that said Good Girl on it. But I didn’t need that because he hand-fed me.
Degradation is a kink we learned to crave at Dollhouse. No one can understand the extent they went to in order to make us need something so bad we feared we may die without it.