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  Torment

  Carter Kids #4

  Published by Chloe Walsh

  Copyright 2016 by Chloe Walsh

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  Torment,

  Carter Kids #4,

  First published, December 2016

  All rights reserved. ©

  Cover photo licensed from Shutterstock Inc.

  Edited by Aleesha Davis

  Smashwords Edition

  Disclaimer

  This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  The author acknowledges all songs titles, song lyrics, film titles, film characters, trademarked statuses, brands, mentioned in this book are the property of, and belong to, their respective owners. The publication/ use of these trademarks is not authorized/ associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  Chloe Walsh is in no way affiliated with any of the brands, songs, musicians or artists mentioned in this book.

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  Dedication

  This book is for my Mam.

  Michelle Kennefick.

  Mam, I love you. You've stuck in there with me through the worst of times. Months of hospitalization and depression. Years of hurtful words and broken promises. When there was no hope, and the world had turned its back on me, you waded into the darkness, put your arms around me and pulled me back to life.

  We threw so much crap at you and you kept coming back, showing me first-hand what the true meaning of unconditional love is.

  They say you hurt the person you love the most because you know they won't leave. Well, after twenty-seven years of turbulence, I can safely say that's true.

  You fought in my corner when I needed it and forced me to fight back for myself – or as you would always say 'Steady Up'.

  I know it hasn’t always been easy. We've had our share of pain and bad luck, but know this; I love you and I wouldn’t change you for the world. You're a wonderful grandmother and loving mother.

  Don’t ever let the world dull your sparkle. Shine bright like the diamond you are.

  I won't ever forget what you've done for me. I won't ever make the mistake of not remembering who got me to this point in my life. I owe you my life. My words are mundane, but they're all I have.

  Words will never express how much I love you.

  I'll always be your Clo.

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Disclaimer

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Playlist

  About the Author

  Upcoming Releases

  Books by Chloe Walsh

  Acknowledgments

  Reading Order:

  To fully enjoy the depth of the Carter Kids' storyline, it is recommended the reader should begin with the Broken Series. The reading order is as follows:

  Break my Fall

  Fall to Pieces

  Fall on Me

  Forever we Fall

  Treacherous

  Always

  Thorn

  Tame

  Torment

  There are at least four more books in the pipeline for the Carter Kids Series, and possibly two more for the Broken Series. Release information and dates will be posted on Chloe's social media pages and website when they are finalized.

  Prologue

  Teagan

  When I was seventeen, I was dragged out of my comfort zone and thrown into the snake pit.

  My nightmares quickly became my reality and my life flashed before my eyes daily.

  There was a whole lot of my youth I didn't care to remember.

  And only one part I never wanted to forget.

  Only one person...

  Noah Messina was like a flash of lightning in my perfectly mapped out life. I had it all in order and he blew my plans to smithereens. He showed me more love than I'd ever been given and in turn had brought out of me emotions I'd never known existed.

  We were a hot mess together; we never seemed to get it right, we drove each other batshit crazy, but the truth of it was, Noah had saved me in so many ways.

  Before him, I'd been a lonely girl lost in a parentless world, struggling to fit in, and not knowing my place in the world.

  He stood against me on so many things. We hardly agreed on anything. But that fire inside of me, the one that burned brightest in his presence, oh god, that fire was addictive. I spent a lot of time being mad at him, and with him, for things that were beyond his control.

  He couldn't change a lot of things, but he loved me through them.

  I guess I realized now that was what mattered most in this life.

  In another world, in another lifetime, I knew he would be there in some shape or form. We didn't choose this. It chose us. He loved me and I loved him and it had nothing to do with choices. It just was. Like an inbuilt mechanism inside of us, we are two sides of the same coin, destined to be with each other. Even if we didn't want to be. I now knew that there was no point in trying to fight my feelings. My life, and every path I had been on and would take from here on out would inevitably lead me back to Noah.

  So here we were, all these years later, still a hot mess, still in love, still struggling to find our way in this confusing world. I didn't know where I fit in, or what my purpose was, but I knew that whatever it was, it would be with Noah by my side.

  He was everything I never knew I wanted and in him I had found everything I had longed for my e
ntire life.

  Acceptance.

  Security.

  Love.

  Passion.

  He was there, like he had been put on this world to be my other half.

  To be the other part of me.

  He was my unwelcome hero and I was his unwanted weakness....

  Chapter One

  Teagan

  When I came to, I was in a sterile smelling room with a truckload of beeping monitors surrounding me.

  Blinking rapidly to clear my blurred vision, I jerked upwards only to halt in my tracks when a sharp pain shot up my left hand.

  Looking down, I stifled a muted groan when I noticed the IV plastered to the back of my hand.

  Instantly, a tirade of vivid images and unwelcome memories flooded me.

  Sweat beaded on my lip as I forced myself to make sense of what had happened. Images of bloodied corpses and bullet holes infiltrated my mind, bringing with them the voice that would haunt me until the day I died – the threat that promised that day wouldn’t be too far into the future.

  “…And you're next," the man taunted, smiling cruelly at me as the officers led him from the room. "We've got something special in place for you, bitch...”

  Clenching the bedsheets with my fists, I inhaled a shaky breath and craned my neck to one side.

  My eyes honed in on my sleeping husband in the armchair beside my bed and I almost lost it. He was still wearing that bloodied white shirt – though it was unbuttoned now and hanging open, revealing a fresh looking sling encasing his right arm.

  He looked like hell.

  Dark circles surrounded his eyes. His jaw was covered in a few days' worth of stubble and I was afraid to wake him. I was petrified to see those brown eyes look at me after what had happened.

  How was he feeling?

  Would he blame me for what happened back in the hotel?

  Was I to blame?

  I should have kept my mouth shut.

  No, what I should have said last night was, "Noah, I'm scared. Promise you won't leave me." Instead, I'd managed to turn my fear and anxiety into a man hunt that had resulted in an innocuous blood bath of death and pain.

  Tommy…

  A strange sound drew me from my thoughts, and I held perfectly still as I strained to hear where the sound of horse hoofs galloping was coming from.

  When I realized it was coming from my body, a broken sob of relief tore from my throat.

  "You’re okay!" I felt my body sag in relief as I dropped my hand to cup my stomach. I couldn’t feel anything, but I could hear it.

  My baby's heartbeat filled the room and it was the most comforting sound I had ever heard.

  "I love you already," I told the child growing inside of me, feeling my heart swell so hard I thought it might burst. Sniffling, I laid my head back on my pillow and sighed.

  "Thorn."

  Startled by the sound of that pet name on my husband's lips, I jumped and my hand clamped tightly around my stomach. Turning to face him, I forced a smile. "Hey."

  The relief in Noah's eyes was genuine and wholehearted as he scrambled out of his chair.

  In two steps he had claimed the space between us and embraced me in his arms.

  "Thank fuck, baby," he whispered, voice raw and torn, from above me. His was shaking, visibly shaking, and I frowned in concern. "I was so damn worried about you." He kissed my lips before stroking my nose with his. "You've been out since yesterday."

  "I have?"

  Noah smiled though it didn’t meet his eyes. "Yeah, Thorn. I almost lost my damn mind waiting for you to open those pretty eyes of yours."

  "Sorry," I choked out, unsure of what else to say. "God, I'm so tired." It felt like my eyelids were being dragged down by cement blocks. I could hardly keep them open.

  "You were seriously dehydrated," he replied softly. "You're bound to feel shattered."

  "What about you?" I asked, clutching his broad back with my hand. "You were shot?" My heart began to race at an alarming pace. The memory of Noah covering my body with his, and the bright red blood spreading across his white shirt filled my mind with terror. "God, Noah, they shot you."

  "I'm fine," he was quick to reply, quick to ease my quaking nerves. "It went straight through."

  "What did the doctor say?" I demanded, not taking his vague answer as a valid one. "Have you had surgery?" I pushed against his huge chest, striving to look into his eyes. "Did they remove all the fragments?" I swallowed a mouthful of bile at the thought of doctors opening my husband up. "I've been so worried about you."

  "So worried?" Noah cocked a brow and grinned broadly. "Thorn, you've been snoring your little ass off."

  "In my sleep then," I shot back, flushed. "I was worrying about you in my dreams."

  "Thorn, I'm okay." Shrugging, Noah added, "I'll be out of fighting action for few weeks while my shoulder heals, but that's all."

  "That's all?" I gaped at him. "Someone shot you." I felt like I had said this a million times, but still, I repeated it. "You were shot." Did he not get it? He didn’t look like he got it. "They could have killed you," I added, hearing the cut up emotion in my voice. "I almost lost you back there, you know."

  "Well, you didn’t."

  "No," I spat. "I didn’t, but you could show some kind of emotion about the whole thing."

  "Like what?"

  "I don’t know," I growled. "How about showing some awareness of how serious this is, asshole."

  Noah cocked a brow in amusement. "Wow, you're awake all of five minutes and already you're throwing insults at me." Sitting down on the side of my bed, he leaned over my body and smirked. "Glad to see you're okay."

  "Yeah well," I huffed, folding my arms across my chest. "I'm pregnant, but I'm still me."

  "It's a girl, Thorn," he added, smiling tenderly down at me, his entire focus on my face. "We're having a daughter."

  Right there and then my mind was blown.

  "A girl?" I dropped my gaze to my stomach and then back to Noah's face. Tears filled my eyes as I let out a half laugh, half sob in utter relief. "It's a girl?"

  Noah nodded. "She's perfect, baby. Twenty weeks."

  I shook my head as I desperately tried to take it all in.

  So much had happened in such a short space of time…

  "I…huh?" My mouth fell open. "Twenty weeks?"

  What the hell was wrong with me?

  How had I not known there was a baby growing inside of my body for the past five months?

  "She's okay?" I choked out, panicking. "You're sure she's okay?"

  "I'm sure." Noah let out a haggard sigh. "Saw her myself on the ultrasound."

  I let those words settle into my mind for a moment, and enjoyed the feeling of relief that flooded through me, before another worry set in.

  Tilting my face upwards, I looked up at my husband. The pain in his eyes took my breath away. The dark circles under his eyes and the worry lines on his face made my heart hurt. He was in pain. And I was drowning in guilt. "Do you hate me?"

  "Hate you?" Noah looked haggard as he leaned over me, stroking the side of my face with his huge calloused hand. The hand that had mere hours before inflicted pain on his opponent in the cage. "Jesus, Thorn," he grumbled, his voice raspy and thick from unshed emotion. "The shit you say…"

  "You know what I mean," I forced myself to argue. Reaching up, I cupped his hand with mine and sighed. The warmth emanating from his touch was soothing on more levels than I cared to understand. "I meant do you blame me?" Blinking slowly, I made eye contact with my husband and held his stare. "For you and Tommy… finishing on bad terms."

  Finishing?

  What the hell was wrong with me?

  Noah's best friend had been brutally murdered in front of him and I had used the word finished?

  Someone needed to buy me a mouth gag.

  Noah's eyes clouded over. The shutters I was so used to seeing slam down, denying me and everyone else the opportunity to see his vulnerability, closed firmly in my face. "Y
ou didn’t pull the trigger, Teagan."

  Teagan.

  I shuddered.

  Usually, Noah called me Thorn.

  Calling me by my full name meant he was pissed.

  Big time.

  "Noah…"

  "I don’t want to talk about it," he snapped, cutting me off quickly.

  "You have to talk about it," I argued gently.

  "Talk about what? About the fact that the people I love get hurt? Because that's what happens around me, Teagan. People get hurt and people get killed." His voice was broken – the same as his spirit. He was bristling with unreleased rage.

  "Yeah," I urged, wanting him to go deeper. "Come on, Noah. Tell me what's in your head," I added. "Get it out."

  "You don't want to know."

  "Try me."

  "I'm waiting," he told me, jaw clenched, brown eyes blazing.

  My brow scrunched up in confusion. "Waiting?"

  "Yeah." He sat back and folded his arms across his chest. "Waiting to see who's next."

  Awareness dawned on me. He meant who would be next to get hurt. Or worse. "Noah, you can't think like that…"

  "Will it be Kyle?" He interrupted. Tension was emanating from him. "Or Lee?" His large frame visibly shook as he spoke. "Or one of the triplets? Or you…" His words caught in his throat. "They won't make this easy for me, Teagan. They're going to make me sorry." Growling, Noah ran a hand through his hair. The noise that tore from his throat was like that of a wounded animal. "I made it fucking easy for them."

  "How?" I demanded, not feeding into this bullshit one bit. "By being human?"

  My husband glared at me. "I shouldn't have…"