Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

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Mose

Rueben slams the back door of the kitchen as he enters the house. His belt is in his right hand, and his eyes glow red. Clearly, something happened with Olivia. Maybe he went ahead and strangled her to death with his belt? It wouldn’t surprise me, I have seen him unalive people with his belt many times. The last one was the fat, ugly ba stard who owned Speckles before us. He had the audacity to come here and demand we give her back to him. Of course, Rueben invited him in for a beer, and that f**king pig didn’t leave the house alive. He got what he deserved, but we had to change the table as his blood got all over it. I might have accidentally chopped his fingers for polluting my kitchen with his presence.

The kitchen is usually our gathering place, and in time, we fell into the habit of entering the house through the backdoor as it is closer to the stable. I prefer the front entrance because it has a porch, and I usually sit there alone with a beer as I unwind from a long day at the restaurant. As much as I love my job, when I get home, I am almost always exhausted, probably because I suffer from anemia. No matter how many times I go to the doctor, it always

returns.

Grabbing a beer from the fridge, Rueben sits at the table and slams his belt on top of it.

Tyson, who has his nose stuck in a book with a half-naked dude on the cover and a very cringy title, ‘My hot next-door neighbor,’ glances at the belt. I never understood how he could read trashy romance. Not only that, but he also writes books for women who lack men to d ick them well and live vicariously through his stories.

A few drops of blood are on the belt. “Did you kill her?” Tyson inquires.

Rueben takes a long sip from his beer. “I would have if not for Jasper stopping me. Again. The b itch tried to claw my

eye out.”

Diva starts howling, and Tyson goes to open the door to Rueben’s room.

“Do you want me to look at those scratches?” I ask Rueben.

“You should, I don’t trust that bi tch to be clean. G od knows what diseases I can catch from her.”

Rueben and I met soon after the death of his sister, and since then, I have been hearing about Olivia constantly. I imagined her… differently, but I don’t blame Rueben for thinking she has STDs. Not that he will catch anything from her scratching him, but he can still get an infection from germs found under fingernails.

From the state of Olivia’s pu ssy, I wouldn’t be surprised if she f**ked all the Dukes in the city, so getting her tested is the first thing we have to do. While I like pu ssy, I don’t want to risk my health for whatever twisted plot Rueben came up with to take down Senator Deymar.

Diva runs into the kitchen and jumps on Rueben, licking him a few times before settling under the table at his feet.

Rueben finally relaxes and leans back on his chair finishing his beer.

to grab his book

“Night,” I say.

Mose

there on a pullout sofa, waking several times a

of my beer, I stand and go grab the

Ansel?” Rueben asks when I put the first aid kit

pair of latex gloves, I say, “He is checking the

I start to disinfect

he hisses as I clean the scratches with

yank out her fingernails with hot pliers if

his mother. I might

the house and after washing his hands, he too grabs

happened to your face?”

clawed me,” Rueben snarls.

kit back to the bathroom, dispose of the gloves and

table.

half of his beer, Ansel asks, “Where

tch to the bed, and Tyson went to sleep,”

of her being one of the women chosen by Malaky for

throws in his

grabs another beer. “There had been moments when I thought I would never get to see the day I would find Olivia again, and suddenly Jasper and Tyson decide to buy a

what they say about karma-sooner

deserve.”

clock on the wall-which indicated almost one in the morning-I ask, “Are you

about it either,” says Rueben. “But if her disease pu ssy it’s what will

shrug. “It will save us the

Mose

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