Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

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EF

I take the pliers from Rin and take advantage of Luis‘ wails, and pull out one of his front teeth. “This is for spitting on me,” I growled as I pulled another one, Rin holding his head in place for me. “And for sending those men after Angel. They shit their pants while I was killing them.” It did not take me long to track down the five men from the nightclub. Them spiking Angel’s drink was a mistake. They probably thought that I was distracted by Angel riding my fingers and I would not notice when one of them slipped something into her glass. Having a demon inside of me makes me more aware of my surroundings.

When Luis‘ mouth looks like that of a carved pumpkin for Halloween, I throw the pliers on the table.

“I will fuck Angel on your dead body and bring my child to piss on your grave every year. As for your angel, I will make sure to send it below to the catacomb of the Blood Lodge. He, like you and every other Duke who takes pleasure in torturing women, doesn’t deserve to be let inside the Garden of Eden.”

Rin laughs. “Damn, he really pissed you off.”

“I am a little more than pissed.”

What would have happened if we hadn’t made it in time?

The urge to be with Angel, to be inside her, to possess her, and to fix the bond is overwhelming. “Make sure he does not bleed to death,” I say to Rin before going to Angel.

I expected to find her alone, but Stefan is with her, his right hand covering her stomach while the other is rubbing her back, as he is whispering something to her. Months ago, this sight would have filled me with joy, but it only angers me.

I had many talks with Stefan about his behavior towards Angel and what does he do? Almost gets her killed.

But if he says anything to her or refuses to put effort into salvaging the

with him as

them and snatch her from his arms, startling them. She looks at me, her face wet with tears. Did Stefan say something to her to make

rip his fucking heart out of his chest

thought crosses my mind. What if

the bed, kneel in front of her, and reach out my

let me look at her

off the

anger returning in full force. “What the fuck

do anything, only help me stay calm,” Angel snaps at me. “This is your

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Stefan.”

me? This is a first.

want to be sure. “What did

with what he did because he is my father–in–law? The thought of that makes me want to puke. “Look, I know he deserves to die, but

and I wondered if

“No.”

belongs to my father.” I want to reply but she stops me. “If he is dead, I don’t want to know,” she groans, pinching the bridge of her nose. A yelp follows. “I

left cheek on the wound caused by the bullet. Maybe I should also play Russian Roullete with Luis? See