Shackled (The Lord Series)

Chapter 147

147. Ansel

Ever since Jasper moved out of the main house and into the guest house with Olivia, the others have

been feeling down. Rueben and Tyson might not admit it, but Jasper is the soul of the party, his lame

dad jokes making everyone laugh. New Year is supposed to be a fun day for all of us; we have an

escort to spend the entire night with, but not this year. Since Olivia entered our lives, things have

changed. Rueben and Tyson are always in foul moods, Jasper never takes his eyes off Olivia, and

Mose has no idea what to make of everything while I am waiting to see what happens

next.

Empty pizza boxes lay on the coffee table next to some cans of soda and bottles of alcohol. It is only

on special occasions that we have junk food since Mose cooks almost every day. Not that I am

complaining, but eating s p i c y things day after day is getting old.

Rueben and Mose are playing poker while Tyson has his nose stuck in yet another romance book. Why

he keeps wasting his time like this-reading-when he can find better things to do with his time is a

mystery I am trying to resolve. He was more fun during University when he and Rueben finally started

noticing women, and they would bring them back to our room, where we would have a more private

party.

I take a swig of my beer and a bite of my pizza and turn on the music, hoping it will animate the

atmosphere a bit. And maybe convince Jasper to drop by

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“He won’t come, Tyson says as he flips a page. He always has a way of knowing what I am thinking.

I shrug and try to pet Diva, who sits on the sofa with me, but one growl is warning enough that she

doesn’t want to be touched. Once, she bit off a man’s finger because he pointed it in her face. “It’s

worth a try.”

“He is smitten with her,” Mose says as Rueben shows his cards-straight flush.

Mose’s blank expression doesn’t betray anything.

Rueben is one of the best poker players I have ever seen, but Mose also has his way of winning as

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“Once he f u c k s her, he will get over his obsession, Tyson comments.

“If not, I can always put a bullet between her eyes and be done with her,” Rueben mutters.

Mose puts his cards flat on the table. A grin forms as he reveals his winning hand-a royal flush.

Rueben slams his fist on the table. “You cheated!”

“Prove it,” Mose dares him.

Knowing he can’t, Rueben says, “F u c k you, Mose!”

We all know Mose is cheating at poker, but how the f u c k he does it is something we are still trying to

find out.

Mose laughs. “I can’t wait to try out my new gun. Make sure to clean it before you give it to me.”

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I told Ruchen not to gamble his best handgun, but he never listens to what I say.

Huffing and puffing, Ruchen sits between Diva and me and grabs a beer from the pack next to the

coffee table.

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“If we kill her, then we can’t take her father out,” I remind Rueben.

“You reall, think that old f a r t will give a f u c k what his daughter does?” Rueben asks. “She was a f u

c k i n g w h o r e for years, and he left her to suck all the c o c k she wanted in the Celestial Heaven.

1 take a long sip of my beer while I think. “I’ve studied Senator Deymar’s habits for a long time. If there

is one thing he hates, it is being the laughingstock of others. Especially now that he has been

nominated as Speaker of the House.”

For years, the Speaker of the House has been a Lord, but in recent years, the Dukes have been pulling

strings, and more and more of them are getting into politics, their goal, no doubt, is to control not only

the US but the entire world. As long as the Lords exist, that will never happen.

One of the reasons Ruchen hadn’t killed Olivia on the spot is because of her father’s recent

nomination, which makes him an even harder target since the protection he is getting from the Dukes is

top notch. She is the key to getting to

him.

Working with Rueben and spending so many hours together has led to many conversations, and Olivia

came up many. many times in the past few years. He has always been conflicted about killing her out

right or hearing her out first; convincing him to let her live long enough to eliminate Senator Deymar

has taken time. Soon, he will see I was right about keeping her alive.

I continue talking, “It won’t be only him who is going to be affected by the videos of Olivia being our little

whor e-

“Bitc h,” Tyson corrects me.

Slu t, whor e, bit c h, h o, same thing.

“-but many other Dukes, since she is not the only D uc h e s s to Lords. Luis Hernandez lost everything

when bis daughter spread her legs for Alekos and his blood-brothers.” Remembering the videos of

Angelica being tortured, I add, “The Dukes will lose their shi t to see another Duc h e s s stuffed with

Lords’ cu m. They will try to come after Olivia, and when that happens….

I don’t finish my sentence as I want to make my blood-brothers see the bigger picture.

Tyson finally lifts his head from his book. “We will catch them and torture them until they tell us what we

need to know.”

I look straight into Tyson’s eyes. “If the sex videos we are going to make has an Olivia full of bruises as

the main character, this plan won’t work.”

Rueben and Tyson torturing Olivia was never the plan. Her coming to the farm and us f u c ki n g her

day and night, yes. Not necessarily… her, any woman. Her falling into our hands is even better

because she will be the downfall of her father and, with a bit of luck, of many other Dukes as well.

Tyson looks at the fireplace. “I thought she knew information we could use against the enemy.”

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Like that is an excuse to torture a wom1211.

1 grab my pack of cigars and take one out. After I light it, I take a drag and then press my thumb to my

right temple while taking care not to burn my hair with the cigar. “I have a hard time thinking she

became a pornai of her own accord.” Tyson snorts. “What woman likes to be di c k e d without having a

say about who she has to suck or f u c k?”

Rueben chimes in. “Olivia likes di c k

“Maybe or maybe not,” I contemplate, “but Olivia was never the type of girl to go out with boys. Didn’t

she always say she wanted to wait to have sex until she got married?”

At least, that’s what she told me.

Rueben laughs, but as he speaks, his tone betrays his anger. “Don’t tell me you believed her lies. She

was f u c k i n g guys behind the gym the same day she killed Camila.”

I shrug. “You can’t blame a girl for wanting to try other d i c k s before she settles down.”