Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

Shackled (The Lord Series)

Tyson

The writer’s block I’ve had since the hunt in the forest is driving me crazy. I have been sitting in front of my laptop for hours, trying to finish the edits to my last book as I have a deadline for it. No matter how many times I reread it, something feels off about it, and I don’t want to send it like this to my publisher.

It is the first time that I have had a block since I started writing while in college. I wasn’t always a book person, but that’s what I ended up doing after I dropped out of college after working hard to be accepted to a STEM university. In the end, I wasn’t cut out to be an engineer. Not because I didn’t have the brains for it but because of my role as a Lord. The first years after Rueben, me, and the others became blood-brothers we took part in many missions, some of which sent us overseas. It was only after Jasper joined us that we finally settled in.

“For f**ks’ sake,” I curse out loud when I notice it is past lunch and get up from my office chair and rush to get to the basement, which we turned into our man’s cave.

I never liked holidays, but ever since we were in high school, Rueben, Ansel, and I always had a big Call of Duty tournament on Christmas and the day following, drinking beer and listening to rock music. Then Mose joined us, and lastly, Jasper.

“Finally, you show up,” Ansel says as I join them.

He gives me my headphones, and moments later, I log into my account. Rueben passes me a bottle of beer and a cigar. I tried to quit a few years ago, but since Rueben and Ansel smoke as well, I find it impossible, especially since Mose and Jasper will occasionally have one with us.

I put the cigar between my lips, and Jasper takes a lighter from his pocket and lights it for me. As soon as the nicotine enters my system, I finally relax. I didn’t even realize how stressed I was because of this current writer’s block.

When I get up from my chair to go grab more beers, Jasper asks me to check on the b itch as well. I nod my head, but I have no interest in her person. She could die right now, and I wouldn’t even give a shi t. The world is full of wh ores like

her. You get rid of one, more pop out.

The day my father took me for the first time to the Blood Lodge, I knew I wanted to be a Priest and assist the other Lords in their ceremonies, but when the life plans I made for myself failed, I joined Rueben because, just like me, he isn’t interested in finding a bonded. Ansel usually does what Rueben says, so it was easy for us to point out the benefits of being single to him. Mose and Jasper are the only ones who want to have a family, but as long as Rueben is the leader, that will never happen. We are stringing them along, but in time, they will realize it is better like this. Women are who res, and no matter how good you treat them or how much you love them, they will always cheat.

After I put kimchi in a big bowl, I grab a box of beers from the fridge and my chopsticks I return to the basement.

“Did you check on Olivia?” Jasper asks as he grabs a beer.

“The bit ch is fine.”

Jasper doesn’t seem convinced. Apparently, the soup Mose made for her was ‘too sp icy,’ so he had to make something else, which she ended up not eating, and Jasper is worried about her.

Ungrateful bit ch.

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what the f**k Rueben was thinking when he decided to bring her here. There are other ways to find information about Carlos or to bring her father down without having to f**k her. Not that I will take

can make her talk

I

to keep her around to and f**k and show it to the world. A few hours with me, and she will be

won’t agree with me, I keep quiet. He always

I say, “I am going to check on my pets and then on the

true intentions, as I always take care of my pets first

have to check on the horses and Juniper. Grooming them is therapeutic. It helps me calm my demon down. He hasn’t been the same for a long, long time, and I am still trying to understand why. The feeling I get from him is

heat off before going into the b itch’s room. She is sleeping, her long

I snarl as

growls, his hate fuelling me. At least, we are on the same page

Her eyes flutter open.

to have a conversation about Carlos,” I say as I

know

Sure, she doesn’t.

was right about one thing-she is

it anyway,”

she will faint at any moment, but how can I know it is not an act

on?

jerk my head towards the door. “Let’s go out for a

to be caught by

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not out here for sightseeing,” I snarl, and she lowers her

shed I keep my pets

smile

special lamps keep my

Snakeshave

the doorframe, and I have to shove her further inside so I can get past

the terrariums of

“No, p-please,

tongue. “Do as I say, or else I will lock you in here and let

and she stares at the snakes as if she is afraid they will