Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

Chapter 132

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Wait.

F**k.

Kill.

It is not the first time I hear my demon’s voice, letting me know I don’t have much time left until he

consumes my soul. He wants me to wait before I kill Olivia and has no problem with me fucking her.

1 am not particularly happy about this, but if fucking Olivia is what it takes to bring down her father, I

will endure her presence in my house for the time being. Maybe it will placate my demon for the time

being. Not to mention, Senator Deymar is friends with Carlos, and I am sure that in exchange for

keeping my mouth closed about his daughter being my bitch he will tell me where Carlos is hiding. And

when a Lord takes the place of Senator Deymar, I will kill Olívia.

“If she is going to be our bitch, we can’t have her take any more drugs. Her father can accuse us of

kidnapping her and fucking her against her will,” I say.

“What do you mean?” Tyson asks.

“That we are going to make the Dukes believe Olivia is our personal bitch,” I answer while thinking of

buying a professional camera for when we fuck her, so her face will be nice and clear in the video.

Snow starts to fall from the sky, and while cold doesn’t bother me that much, the bitch looks like she

will take her last breath any moment now.

We head to where we parked the minivan.

“Are you sure about this?” Ansel asks me. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

While Jasper’s demon is the strongest in our group, he let me be the leader, so I am the one who

makes important decisions, from what mission we accept from the Elders to the bitches we fuck.

Ansel and Mose have been quiet until now because they don’t really care who they fuck as long she

has a hole between her legs. Both know how much I hate Olivia, as they have been my friends since

elementary school. Tyson moved here from Alaska when he started his sophomore year, and while I

was a senior back then, we quickly became friends as he also played football.

“What option do I have? With Carlos still out there and the Dukes trying to do what they want, sacrifices

must be made,” I reply. My duty as a Lord comes before anything, even my thirst for vengeance. This

way of thinking is the only thing that keeps me going.

“You want her to become our Lady?“,

Mose’s question makes me laugh. “Just because I am close to losing the battle with the darkness

doesn’t mean that I have lost my mind.” Jerking my head in Jasper’s direction, I say, “She will never be

our Lady, just our bitch to do what we want with her–fuck her, torture her, break her, make her fall in

love with us, and have her heart broken when we fuck some other bitch in front of her, you name it.”

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A bitch with her legs open lays in the snow, her neck broken. Mose points the flashlight in her direction

for a moment.

“I don’t want to take part in this, whatever the fuck this is,” Tyson says, “You want to take her home and

fuck her, then put videos of her on the internet, your call, but I would rather focus my attention on other

things.”

Tyson has always been strange when it comes to women. He likes to know them first before he fucks

them. Even the pornai at the Blood Lodge. It’s not like his dick doesn’t get up when a woman has her

lips wrapped around it, but he enjoys it more if he at least knows her name.

“Other things being your books?” Mose snickers.

“It’s better than her pussy.” Tyson says. “Have you seen the state of it, all red and swollen? Not to talk

about her ass. Nah, I would rather not touch her.”

Ansel shrugs. “Pussy is pussy. If Malaky and his men fucked her last night, God knows what they did to

her. I bet the bruises and the cuts are also from them.”

“When she is free of drugs and her wounds healed, I am sure she will look a lot better,” Jasper chimes

in.

I snort. “Drugs or not, she will still look like a bitch.”

To fuck her, I will for sure need to be as high as I can be so that I won’t remember she is responsible for

the ruin of my family.

We move fast, not wanting to bump into any of the men taking part in the hunt. Many of them are

Dukes, and while a truce is held tonight, I don’t want to risk losing Olivia. Her father has been a pain in

the ass for far too long, being protected not only by the Pathriacts, which are like the Elders but also by

normal humans. The laws he proposed and passed in the past few years have been affecting many

Lord families.

The Dukes started a new war years ago, but instead of using guns, like they did in WWI and WWII,

they are using new tactics. Too bad the Elders refuse to see it. The time for the Lords to strike back has

come, but we will be banging on their front door, not fighting from the shadows like the Dukes do.

We cross paths with some Dukes and even a few groups of blood–brothers, women thrown over their

shoulders. I ignore them, I want to get the hell out of here. Olivia’s lips are turning blue, and while I

want nothing more than for her to die, she will do it on my terms, not hers.

I fish the keys from my pocket before I see the minivan.

“Mose, check her pulse,” I say as I unlock the minivan and open the driver’s seat.

“I’m a chef, not a doctor,” Mose complains.

He always does that.

“You went to medical school for three years,” Jasper reminds him.

“Still doesn’t mean I know what I am doing,” Mose huffs.

I get behind the wheel, Tyson in the passenger seat, while the others hop in the backseats. We remove

our masks and

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moments later, I head home.

My gaze goes to the rearview mirror.

A universal key to open any handcuffs is in the glove compartment, and Tyson gives it to Mose.

Jasper puts Olivia between him and Mose and removes her handcuffs and t–shirt.

The word whore is carved on her stomach, the scars red and ugly. Whoever did that to ho wrong. Every

punch

she received, every time she was forced to take cock, she deserved it.

Mose checks Olivia’s wounds, including her ribs. I punched her so hard I felt her bones crack beneath

my fists–it felt so good to know I was finally punishing the one who took my little sister away from me. If

not for Jasper, I wouldn’t have stopped until she was six feet under.

Mose always complains that he knows shit when it comes to taking care of wounds, but during

missions, he is the one to patch us up if we get injured.

“The wounds are not too deep, and they should heal without any issues. From the way she is

breathing, I am sure one

of her lungs is punctured,” Mose lets us know.

I figured it out when she started coughing blood.

“Do you think we need to call Maddox to have a look at her?” Jasper wants to know.

“I will keep an eye on her, but I don’t think her life is in serious danger,” Mose replies.

I drum my thumbs on the wheel. “Good. How long do you think it will take for her to heal?”

“Dunno man, a few weeks? A month? Both you and Ansel hit her pretty hard, and between her drug

abuse and her being very skinny…I am surprised she is still alive.”

Tyson turns on the radio, and my favorite song starts to play.

The farm is ten minutes away from the city, and I step on the gas, wanting to get home and get some

sleep. The past few weeks have been very stressful, and I’ve barely slept at all. Plus, I left Diva in my

room, not wanting to risk anything happening to her tonight, and she hates being left alone for too

long.

When we make it home, Jasper takes Olivia out of the car.

“I will take her to the guest house,” he says.

One of the rooms is soundproof, and bars are on the windows, the door can only be opened with a

password.

“I am going to help you tie her to the bed,” I let him know.

Jasper throws me a confused look, “Why would you want to tie her to the bed?”

“The lack of drugs might drive her to self–harm.” Not that I care about what happens to her, but I don’t

want to risk her taking her own life before I am done with her.

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Jasper shrugs, and we go to the guest house while the others enter the main house.

The guest house is cold, we don’t heat it since no one really uses it. I open the room in which Olivia will

stay until the drugs are out of her system, and Jasper enters and puts her on the bed. Some old shirts

we don’t use anymore are in the closet, and Jasper eases one on her while I look for rope or handcuffs.

Since the room was designed with the idea of ‘special guests‘ in mind, I left a few useful things in the

closet. I don’t fear she will reach them, as the door only

unlocks with the fingerprints of my blood–brothers or me.

I find the cuffs quickly, and after grabbing a blanket, I walk over to the bed. The headboard has metal

bars, and immobilizing Olivia will be easy. I grab her right hand, and suddenly, her eyes pop open–they

look like those of a trapped animal. Suddenly, she starts screaming and kicking, and her free hand flies

to my face, her fingernails digging

into my flesh, drawing blood.

I slap her across her right cheek, and she freezes.

“Stupid diseased cunt,” I snarl. Without any regard for her broken ribs, I flip her on her stomach.

“Jasper, hold her.”

“What are you going to do?” he asks as his palm on her lower back prevents her from moving. He

might be out of commission because of his bad knee, but he is the strongest of all five of us. Plus, he

does exercise regularly and the work he does around the farm keeps him fit.

I remove my belt. “Teach her a lesson,” I say as my belt lands on her thighs hard.