Chapter 84 Kashton
EIGHTY-FOUR
KASHTON
The phone shakes in my hand.
VI: Don’t kill her. Deliver her to the cathedral. Alive. We’ll use her for bait. Kashton will come running to save her. I’ll leave with him, and she’ll be all yours.
“You read this text?” I turn to ask her, to make sure I’m understanding what the fuck she did.
“Yes.” She nods. “The job felt…off. He made a move, and I killed him. I was going through his phone and saw that there was obviously more involved.”
“So you just decided you’d go. Alone.” My wife is crazy and in deep shit.
Sighing, she looks away from me. “I went to my house, grabbed a few things, and stopped by Barrington to call you. I knew I had to throw you off. I was already late returning to Carnage, and I needed time.”
“To die,” I bite out. “Makes sense.”
“Kash.” She sighs.
“How the fuck did you find Everett before we did?” I interrupt, demanding an answer from Adam. She and I can talk about her choices later when we’re alone. “I called you and informed you she was missing and asked if she had been arrested. We hung up and then you called me back and said no.”
Adam runs a hand through his already disheveled hair. “Saint had called Tyson, informing him that they were on their way to get Everett. They didn’t know what was going on, but she had called you, and it didn’t sound good.”
I look at Tyson. “So you called Adam?” Why the fuck would he call him about my wife?
“No.” Tyson shakes his head. “But Sin was with me at the time—”
“You called Adam?” I snap.
“No,” Sin growls, “I called Bill. Told him to get to Barrington because Eve was there. We didn’t know the situation. Just that someone needed to get there and fast.”
“But she wasn’t. Her cell was.” Haidyn frowns.
I look back at Adam, and it is taking everything in me to not rip his head from his shoulders. “How the fuck did you know where my wife was?”
He looks at her and then drops his eyes to the floor. I wish I had a gun on me because I want to shoot him again right now. Haidyn’s suggestion about his knee sounds pretty good. I’ve had all I can take with him and my wife. “Adam?” I snap.
“I have a tracker on her,” he barks.
My entire body tenses. I look at my wife, and her eyes—wide in disbelief—are on Adam. “You…you what?”
“You have a tracker on his wife,” Sin repeats through gritted teeth.
“I—”
“What the fuck, Adam?” she shouts and runs toward him.
I grab her waist arm and yank her back. He won’t hit her, but the last thing I need her to do is hurt herself. She just had fucking surgery and is still recovering. My wife should be in bed right now. Not dealing with this shit.
“You were pretending to pimp yourself out,” he yells at her. “You were working for me and killing grown-ass men in a run-down motel.” His eyes meet mine before returning to hers. “I couldn’t take that chance. I couldn’t allow anything to happen to you.”
“You should have told me,” I grind out. “I would have—”
“Removed it,” he interrupts me.
“Absolutely,” I snap. “Having a tracker on my wife is fucked up, but you knew she was in danger. That she had done a job that wasn’t an actual job.
I called you…I told you I was looking for her, and all the while, you knew where she was.
That is unacceptable.” My heart is racing; my skin is heated.
I’m so hot right now I’m sweating. “Where the fuck is it?” I demand.
He sighs and the little pause makes me snap.
I rush him, wrapping my arms around his waist and picking his feet up off the floor.
The momentum has me ramming his back into the cabinets lined across the back wall, bringing us both to an abrupt stop with a grunt.
“I asked you a fucking question,” I grind out, pulling him from the wall and punching him in the face before he even has a chance to answer.
Adam fights back. Good. I don’t want an easy win. I want to fucking smash his face in. I kick out my legs, taking him to the floor, and punch him again. He gets in a couple of hits, but then he goes into defensive mode and uses his arms and hands to shield his face after I get in another good hit.
I’m yanked off him and shoved to the side, and Hooke grabs a hold of me. Tyson comes to stand between us, arms out. I take a second to catch my breath and Hooke steps back knowing I’m not going to jump Adam again.
“Where the fuck is the tracker?” Tyson yells at Adam who still lies on the floor with blood covering his busted face.
“Left…hip.” He rolls to his side and spits blood onto the concrete floor. “Her left hip.”
I turn and grab my wife’s hand, pulling her through the basement and to the elevator. She yanks her hand from mine and crosses her arms over her chest. “I didn’t know,” she whispers.
I can’t talk right now. Not because I’m mad at her but because of how stupid I was.
Everything makes sense now. How he knew it wasn’t Eve that I had spoken to that night at Blackout.
He tried to tell me that he had spoken to her and knew she was at the motel.
But that wasn’t it at all. It’s because he tracked her.
How he knew where she lived when she passed out in my arms at her house.
Maybe he had been there before, but now I’m not so sure.
I’m so fucking stupid.
“Kash—”
I can’t… “Not right now, Eve.”
“Are you mad at me?” she snaps, grabbing my arm. “It’s not my—”
“Fault?” I growl, interrupting her and pinning her to the side wall. “Maybe if you hadn’t lied to me.”
“Lied to you about what?” she demands, glaring up at me.
“What you were doing. Working for Adam.” Did she ever really lie, though? She just continued to live her life; I was the one who took it over.
“I—”
“I told you not right now.” It’s not going to be a productive conversation, so it’s pointless.
She huffs and the elevator door opens. I take her hand, and she lets me pull her toward the hospital wing. “Devin?” I call out. “Devin?” I bark.
“Yes?” He runs out of a door and comes to a quick stop. He looks Eve up and down. “What’s wrong?”
“She has a tracker. I need it removed. Now.”
He frowns. “Where is it?”
“Left hip,” I answer.
Nodding, he says. “Of course. Room one.”
I pull her into it and grab her shirt, but she pulls back. “Did you fuck her?”
“Who?” I snap.
“Me…my sister?”
My brother has had a tracker on her for years, and she’s concerned about me screwing someone else? “Are you serious?” I snort.
“Don’t do that.” She shakes her head. “Make me sound crazy.”
“The fact that you think I’d cheat on you is crazy,” I shout.
“You thought she was me,” she screams, slamming her hands into my chest. “You buried her thinking it was me. You almost committed suicide because you thought I died.” Angry tears fill her pretty green eyes. “So…did you fuck her thinking it was me?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Adam did.” She crosses her arms over her chest.
“I’m not fucking Adam,” I growl, but I couldn’t be happier that he has never fucked my girl.
The door opens behind me, and Devin enters, cutting off our argument.
I stand in our office behind Saint’s desk with my hands shoved into the pockets of my jeans, staring out the wall of windows.
The sound of the door opening has me stiffening. I’m really not in the mood right now to deal with anyone. After Devin removed Eve’s tracker, I had to be alone. This is where I found myself.
“Adam left,” comes a woman’s voice that makes my skin crawl. It furthers my point that I’m in a sour mood.
Looking down over the circle drive, I see Adam walking down the steps with the brunette from the motel. Missy was her name? I snort. I’m sure it’s fake, along with everything else that has to do with him.
“When will he be back?” she goes on.
“If we’re lucky, never.”
“Kash,” she sighs, “he’s your brother.”
“That means nothing to me,” I say honestly. He’s gone too far this time. I can’t forgive him. If that makes me a horrible person, then so be it.
“It should,” she argues.
I turn around and look at Ashtyn. She’s been crying. I can see the streaks down her face, and it annoys me even more. “Tell that to Eve.”
“Hmm?” She frowns. “Tell her what?”
“Go and tell her that she should forgive Garrett because he’s her father.”
Her frown deepens. She wanted to talk to me. I’ll talk.
“He raped her.”
Her face pales, and she drops her eyes to the floor.
“Your father raped her. Mine raped her. Saint’s raped her. For years, her father let all of them rape her. A child. So, again…go tell my wife that she should forgive her father because he’s her dad and see what her response is.”
Wrapping her arms around herself, she remains silent.
“That’s why she tried to commit suicide…
the one that ended up costing her the baby.
In case you were wondering.” She looks up at me through her lashes.
“Because there was a possibility that she was pregnant by her father. The same man who told her if it was a girl, he would allow them all to rape her too. If it was a boy, he’d force him to rape his own mother. ”
She sniffs, and I want to roll my eyes but refrain.
I don’t think she feels bad for Everett.
Or hell, maybe I’m just a piece of shit and she does, but I don’t care.
I know what she said to my wife. About killing her child and no longer being able to have kids.
Funny enough, it was Saint who told me. He was worried about Eve’s mental state after what his wife said to mine.
I’m usually not this heartless, but I’ve reached my limit.
Fuck anyone who tries to hurt my wife. Physically or mentally. That woman has been through enough, and I will let the world know that if they attack her in any way, I will make sure they never do it again. You want to make my wife feel bad; I’ll make you hate yourself.