Madness: A Dark Revenge Romance

I wake to the sound of glass breaking. My eyes pop open, and I go to speak, but a hand slaps over my mouth. I blink rapidly, trying to see, and my hands come up to push whoever it is off me.

“Shh, you’re okay, doll face,” Haidyn whispers, his lips by my ear. I can hear his steady breath over my heavy breathing. “Do you understand?”

I nod the best I can, and he removes his hand from my face and jumps up off me. I’m trying to get my brain to catch up with what’s happening. A light flips on, and I see Haidyn standing naked beside the bed. He’s pulling on a pair of jeans and slipping a T-shirt over his head. Then he yanks his nightstand open and removes a gun. He pushes the slide back, cocking it.

My heart picks up, realizing I wasn’t dreaming. Someone is in the house. “Haidyn?”

“Stay here,” he whispers.

“What…?” I jump out of bed. “No⁠—”

“Stay in here,” he whisper-shouts at me, then rushes out of the room, softly closing the door behind him.

I pick up a shirt of his from a chair and slide it on with a pair of my underwear I find on his floor. Then I rush into his closet and grab the baseball bat he has sitting against the wall. Running back into the bedroom, I flip off the light and press my back into the wall, trying to calm my breathing. Where is my gun when I need it? I know he has them all over his house, but it’s not like he’s shown them to me. Probably because I’ve tried to shoot him twice before.

My hands are sweaty, and I strain to hear what’s happening on the other side of this door. Seeing the doorknob slowly turning has me adjusting the bat in my hands, preparing me for whoever is about to enter.

What if Haidyn missed whoever it is? This is a big house. Whoever broke the glass could be in one room while Haidyn is in the other and they missed one another.

The door opens, and I step out from behind it, seeing a figure enter the room and I step farther into it, swinging at the intruder. The bat connects across their upper back.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Fuck,” a familiar voice groans.

“Haidyn?” I flip on the light and see him turning to face me. The bat falls from my hands, landing on the bedroom floor. “Oh my God…”

“What the fuck, doll face?”

An arm wraps around my neck from behind, yanking me off my feet. My wide eyes go to Haidyn as he lifts the gun in his hands. “Let her go!” he demands.

“Go ahead.” A man laughs in my ear. “Shoot us both. It will make my job easier.” His laughter grows, and I take a second to lean forward as much as I can and then throw my head back, knocking it into his face.

His arm loosens just enough to give me space to place my arm between it and shove him away. I run toward Haidyn, but the guy reaches out and grabs my hair. Spinning me around, he yanks me to him before knocking his face into mine.

HAIDYN

It happens so quickly that by the time I realize I have a shot, she’s on the floor, and he’s running out of the room.

“Fuck.” I drop the gun to my side and kneel next to her. “Charlotte?” I look over her bloody face. He hit her hard. “Charlotte, look at me. Come on, doll face.”

She blinks, and her tear-filled eyes are unfocused.

“What the fuck is going on?” Adam barks, entering my room and looking around. He’s naked and half asleep.

“Someone was in the house,” I answer, not taking my eyes off hers. “He got away.”

He runs out of the room, and I cup her face. “Look at me, Charlotte.” She blinks, but her eyes find mine. “That’s it, beautiful. Talk to me.”

“Hai-dyn.” She blinks once more and lifts her hand to hold the side of her head. ‘Ow.” She winces.

I let out a deep breath and help her to her feet. Guiding her over to the couch, I set her down on it and leave her to go the bathroom. Once I grab her some painkillers out of the cabinet, I get her a water from the fridge. Returning to our room, she looks up at me and sniffs. “I’m sorry⁠—”

“Don’t apologize.” I interrupt her.

“I didn’t realize it was you.” She goes on.

I take her shaking hands in mine. “Hey, don’t worry about it, doll face. I’m fine. Promise.” I give her a reassuring smile that she doesn’t return. “Here take these.” Handing her the painkillers and water, she takes them just as Adam appears back at our bedroom door. “I’ll be right back.” Stepping into the hallway, I shut the door behind me. “See anything?” I ask Adam.

He shakes his head. “Whoever it was, they’re long gone.”

Fuck! “Okay. Thanks for trying.”

“Of course.” He snorts and places his hands on his hips, and I notice he’s still naked. I’ve never met a modest Lord. “Sorry I didn’t come sooner.”

I run a hand through my hair.

“Who do you think it was?” he asks.

“Could have been anyone,” I answer honestly.

Slapping my shoulder, he suggests, “Take her to Carnage for a couple of nights. Let me see what I can find out.”

“No—”

“It’s your best bet, Haidyn.” He interrupts me. “Carnage is the safest place for both of you.”

“They don’t know who she is,” I remind him through gritted teeth. Adam knows everything. He was the one I contacted when I found her SUV on the side of the road. He was the one who was able to find out the information that I couldn’t.

“Then don’t tell them,” he counters, making me huff. “No one needs to find out who she is. Just give me two days to figure out what happened, and I’ll let you know the moment I find something out.”

I nod, knowing he’s right. It’s not a coincidence that I just made her my wife, and someone broke into our house. One that very few know I own. “Okay.” I nod.

Entering the bedroom, I find her lying back in bed, the covers up to her neck, and her eyes staring up at me. She looks more alert now and sits up. Her eyes go to the door as I close it.

“How do you feel?” I ask, walking over to her side of the bed.

“I have a pounding headache,” she answers softly.

I push her hair from her face and cup her jaw gently turning her face to look at it. He managed to hit her pretty good. She’s got a bruise, but the skin isn’t split anywhere. Her nose was bleeding, but it’s stopped. “We’re going to go stay at Carnage for a couple of days,” I tell her.

She nods, not even bothering to argue or ask why. “I’ll get dressed,” she says and pushes the covers back as she gets to her feet. Before she can make her way to the bathroom, I grab her arm, bringing her to a stop, and gently kiss her forehead. Then I let her go.