Madness: A Dark Revenge Romance

Senior year at Barrington

“Where’s Kash?” I ask, my eyes heavy. My head hangs forward, and blood drips from my busted mouth.

“His fear is being alone, right? Abandonment.” The woman laughs. “The Lords were made to be unstoppable. There’s power in numbers, but the Spade brothers…you were always meant to be different.” Her red-painted nails run along my sweaty chest. I try to pull away, but the chains that tie my wrists above my head prevent it. “You boys were raised together, dependent on one another. Hell, you even shared the same girl,” she adds, referring to Ashtyn. “How do you think Saint will feel when he wakes up? Hmm? Will he still love her?”

“Where…” I take a deep breath, and it hurts my aching chest. “Is Kashton?” I ask through gritted teeth. We fought eight prisoners who had been given shots of adrenaline, and when I was done, I saw him lying on the floor next to me. Face bloodied. The only thing that reassured me he was alive was that I felt his pulse on his wrists before they dragged his unconscious body out of the arena.

It’s just us at the moment. Adam is gone, and Saint was shot.

“He’s learning to live alone,” she answers cryptically, and my teeth grind.

She grips my chin with her pointy nails and pushes my head up so I have to look down at her as she stands in front of me. I’m six-seven, and my feet aren’t touching the concrete floor. She’s maybe five-nine with her heels on.

I spit blood onto her face, and all she does is smile at me. “Funny how the girl you were supposed to have, you gave to your friend, and now he can die because of her.”

“He’s not going to die,” I grind out.

She shoves my head back, and I look up at the chains wrapped around my wrists just to make sure they’re still there. I can no longer feel my busted hands from fighting in the arena.

“You killed your fathers because of her.” She goes on. “And now I’ve been brought in to make sure it never happens again.”

“They’re dead,” I state the obvious and joke when my head falls forward to stare at the bloody concrete floor once again. Pretty sure I have a couple of broken ribs since it hurts to breathe. “Can’t kill someone more than once.”

“The Spade brothers are supposed to be THE Lords. You take care of the ones who betray your oath that you hold so high. But you all went fucking weak over pussy.” I hear her heels clanking on the concrete as she walks away from me. “I volunteered my assistance to the society to train you boys. Make you men again. Remind you of who you are. They said I couldn’t kill you, but I’m allowed to do whatever is necessary to get you back on track.”

“Take me to Kash.” I try to take a deep breath, but the pain in my side makes it hard. Where could he be that he thinks he’s alone? Have they told him that Saint and I are dead? Maybe they told him I didn’t survive the fight.

Her laughter fills the cold room as she comes back to stand in front of me. “I like you, Haidyn, and I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”

“Fifty-eight,” I breathe. “Fifty-nine.” Another breath. “Sixty.” Dropping the bar, I step back as the weights hit the padded floor in my home gym.

I fall onto the bench behind me and hang my head, running my hand through my sweaty hair. My chest is on fire. I’m overdoing it, but it is what it is. I’m trying to get back to who I was before I got shot. I’m not lifting heavy, but consistently.

Reaching over, I pick up my cell off the bench and hover over Kashton’s number and press call.

He answers on the first ring. “Haidyn⁠—”

“Want to go for a ride?” I stand and walk over to the floor-to-ceiling windows that run the length of the back wall. The sun is just starting to set over the mountains. I love riding at night. It’s my favorite time.

“Yeah…wait! Are you in town?”

“For the night,” I decide to say. Not a total lie.

“I’ll ask Saint…”

“Just you and me,” I tell him before he can involve Saint. I’m definitely not in the mood for that argument right now.

“Okay. Where do you want to meet?”

After a quick shower and thirty minutes later, I pull into an empty parking lot and see Kashton waiting for me on his bike—a Ninja H2R. Coming up next to him, I shut mine off.

He wears a backwards hat and no helmet. “What the fuck is going on, Haidyn?” he asks, getting off his bike. “Why are we meeting here like it’s off the books? And why the hell wasn’t Saint invited?”

I sigh and reach into my leather jacket pocket, pulling out the picture. “Do you know who this is?”

He walks over to my R1 and takes it from my hand. Scrunching his face, he shakes his head. “Only Benny looks familiar. Who is the other guy?” he asks, handing it back to me.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

He lets out an aggravated sigh. “And you can’t do that from Carnage?”

I could return, but not now. Not with Charlotte. I’m not letting her out of my sight, and it’s too risky to bring her into our world. The guys will start questioning her and who she is. As far as they know, I’m no longer seeing her since I’m not there for our session. “I’ll come back soon,” I assure him.

He runs a hand through his hair.

“Found anything else out since I spoke to you last?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing. The bastard is almost dead by this point. But he’s not going to give anyone up.”

“And Laura?”

“Nope. Until she has the baby, we’re not getting shit from her.” He leans up against his bike, crossing his tatted arms over his chest. “We spoke to Sin, and he told us to do whatever needs to be done, even if we have to pull her out of her coma for answers, but we don’t think it’s worth it. Once the baby is born, we’ll find out what we don’t have by then.”

I nod. “Luke?” I go to the next name on my list.

He gives a rough laugh at that one. “That guy is fucked. He just mumbles nonsense to himself twenty-four seven.” His face grows serious, and he rubs the back of his neck. Looking up, he meets my eyes. “They cut your tracker out when they shot you.”

I say nothing because it wasn’t a question.

“Why haven’t you had it replaced?”

“I will.”

“When?” he demands.

“When I get back to Carnage,” I snap, not liking the direction of this conversation.

His jaw sharpens, and he looks away from me.

“Kash—”

“Ashtyn’s pregnant.” He interrupts me.

I frown a little, confused by his change of topic. “Well, that’s good, right?” We knew it would happen because Saint had her IUD removed when he brought her back. “Didn’t Devin test her after Benny…?”

“Yeah, but it was negative. Apparently, Jasmine went out and bought her a fucking purse full of pregnancy tests before she left, so Ashtyn’s been taking one every day since. She came into the office this morning crying that it was positive. Saint spoke to Devin, and all he could come up with was his test was a false negative. Or it was taken too early. I don’t know how that shit works.” His hands slap the sides of his jeans.

Silence falls over the empty parking lot because I’m not sure what else to say. I just wanted to see him. I don’t want him to think I left him. Not after I faked my death. It had to look real. I needed my brothers to think I was no longer with them. Too many eyes were inside Carnage that didn’t belong, so I had to put on a show.

He pushes off his bike. “Are we going to ride or not?” he asks, straddling it.

I smirk and start my R1. “Yeah.”

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out to see it’s the text I’ve been waiting for from Gavin. I open it up and read over it.

GAVIN: Your information was correct.

Smiling, I exit out and lock the phone. Looking up, I see Kashton already staring at me.

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“Something like that,” I answer. It’s the green light I’ve been waiting for.

CHARLOTTE

I’m sitting on the couch, eating popcorn while watching Slasher, when my doorbell rings, knowing it’s probably Wesley. I bailed on him again. I just didn’t feel like going to a sports bar with him and the guys tonight. If I wanted to watch sports, I’d go to a game. If I want to go out, I’m going out to get drunk and dance. Staying home just sounded better than either one.

Getting up, I make my way to the door and open it to see Haidyn standing on my porch, one hand gripping the strap to his backpack and the other shoved into the pocket of his leather jacket. Seeing him still makes my stomach tighten at the possibility of why he’s here. “I have another day,” I remind him.

He smirks at me, entering and forcing me to step back. “Don’t worry. I won’t be long. Just dropping by to give you something.”

“Aw?” I slam the door shut. I lock the door and want to laugh at myself. The biggest threat I have is already inside. “Did you bring me flowers and chocolate?” I turn around to face him.

His hand wraps around my throat, pulling me up to my tiptoes. “Remember what I said about sarcasm?”

I swallow against his hand, knowing he can feel my pulse pick up at his words. “Yes,” I whisper.

He lets go of my neck, and I rub it. He wasn’t cutting off my air, but he had a good grip on it.

I follow him into my living room. He stops and looks at the TV for a second before turning to face me. “Strip,” he commands, his voice deeper.

My body begins to shake, but my hands go to the hem of my T-shirt without thought. I pull it up and over my head, tossing it to the side. I’m not wearing a bra. I push the thin material of the cotton shorts and underwear down my legs and kick them out of my way so I’m standing before him naked.

He stood at the end of the exam table fingering my ass and played with my breasts just two days ago before I came all over his fingers. There’s nothing on my body he hasn’t seen.

As shy as I was before, my mother raised me to love my body. She once told me to know my body more than any man. That way, when I’m given to a Lord, I can satisfy myself.

When he steps forward, my breathing picks up. My nipples instantly go hard. Reaching out, he runs his hands down my stomach before they grip my hips, pulling my body flush with his. “How do you feel?”

“Fine,” I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes. He’s every bit of six-seven, and he’s got combat boots on. I’m five-two and barefoot, not to mention naked. He’s got an advantage in every possible scenario right now.

He takes my hand and pulls me over to the center of the living room. He grabs a throw pillow off the couch and places it in the center of the large glass coffee table. “Lie on it. Face down,” he commands. “I want your hips to rest on the pillow.”

“I—”

“It’ll hold you.”

Crawling onto the table, I take in a shaky breath, nervous it’ll shatter into a million pieces and cut me when we both fall to the floor. Doing as he said, I lie down face-first, and the coldness makes me hiss in a breath.

He grabs my hips, lifting them to position the pillow where he wants it under my hips—pushing my ass up in the air.

He kneels in front of me and unzips his backpack. I take a second to push my hair from my face for a better look when he removes rope from it. He quickly ties my left wrist to the leg of the coffee table before doing the same to the right. Then he disappears, and I feel the rope around one ankle and then the other. He’s tied me spread eagle face down on the coffee table naked.

I’m moaning, pulling on them. My body was already starting to tingle, but now it’s heating up. I pant, trying to reposition myself to a more comfortable position, but it’s useless.

“Are you a rope bunny, doll face?” he asks with a chuckle. Then he grabs a small-looking hourglass with sand out of his bag and places it in front of the TV, and I frown, watching the sand start to fall through it.

“I…I don’t know what that means,” I stammer, trying to ignore my throbbing pussy. If he looks, he’ll see I’m already wet.

“It’s when a slut likes to be tied up with rope. That you get turned on being helpless…and at someone else’s mercy.”

I close my eyes, placing the side of my face on the table, hoping he won’t see my cheeks turn red.

The sound of him unbuckling his belt makes my heart race and thighs clench. Then the swoop of it being released from the loops. I scream as it lands on my ass, making me pull on the ropes. “That was for your sarcasm yesterday.” Swat. “That was for your sarcasm today.” Swat. “And that one was because I can see how fucking wet your cunt is when I play with you.”

I’m gasping, body trembling, ass on fire, and sweating. I expected him to fuck my face for my sarcasm, and that was exactly why he spanked me like an unruly child instead. He wants to keep me surprised.

“Hmm? Tell me, doll face. Tell me you’re wet and want me to fuck you.” His hand goes between my legs, and I arch my ass up in the air even more, wanting his fingers inside my pussy.

“Please?” I’m more than willing to beg. The fact that my body pulls on the restraints proves he’s right when a moan escapes my parted lips at how helpless I really am.

Swat. “Don’t beg. Tell me.”

I sniff, my nose now running as the burning sensation intensifies on my backside. “I need…I need you to fuck me. Please, I need to get off.” My clit pulses, begging for his attention. I’ve been horny for years but never like this. The ache hurts so much I’ll do anything for him to soothe it.

“Look at you using your words, such a good girl.” His hand massages my stinging ass, and I moan, wiggling it the best I can. “But that’s not why I came over tonight. That’ll have to wait.”

I sag onto the table with a frustrated growl. I try to look over my shoulder to see what he’s doing but can’t see shit with my hair down. I should have worn it up. It’s sticking to my sweat-covered face, chest, and arms. It’s itchy.

His hand drops between my spread legs, and he runs his fingers over my pussy and up between my ass cheeks. I clench them even though I know it won’t stop him.

His fingers disappear only to come back a second later, and this time, they feel…wet? “Haidyn…”

He pushes one into my ass, and I yank on the restraints, my breath momentarily taken away. “You think I’m only going to fuck your mouth and cunt, Charlotte?”

I whimper as he pulls it out and pushes it back in again. I try to pull away, but he’s got me tied too tight. There’s not enough give to get away from his touch. It just makes my pussy wetter and my need for him greater.

“Your pretty pussy will be the last thing I fuck.” He removes his finger, and I’m gasping, trying to prepare myself for his dick.

I know anal sex takes time. From what I’ve heard anyway. Surely, he’s not going to just fuck me right here right now. Probably. Men like Haidyn want to make women bleed. They like to take what they know they can’t have. And I’d never willingly give that up.

I close my eyes when I feel his hand at my ass once again, and he pushes something inside it. My ass gives way even though I try to stop it. It closes around something, and I relax but quickly tense once more when I feel something new being pushed into me. It’s bigger, stretching me wider. I lift my head and cry out at the sting of the stretch.