Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

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Her face goes all pale. She usually avoids looking into someone’s eyes but this time, she stares directly at me. There is a rage I have never seen in her gaze before.
“Don’t you mar say that name again!” Her tone is low but menacing.
I get in her face. “Or else what, bitch? She doesn’t reply. “Is he some former lover? The one who f u c k e d you for the first time only to dump you when he realized what a cu n t you are?”
The bitch slaps me hard. “Shut up!” she yells.
Jasper and Ansel get in front of the bit ch, letting me know they won’t let me harm her.
Blood comes out from the corner of my mouth and I clean it with my thumb. “You will regret this,” I say and I go to check the main house. The house. We will have to tear down the guest house and build a new one. Except for Jasper and the bitc h, the others follow me.
After checking every room and every corner and not finding anything, I let Jasper-who is putting out the fire-know it is safe to go inside. The others start giving Jasper a hand while I go to check the farm.
Rueben comes after me. He is quiet and I appreciate it because all the hate I feel for her is boiling inside of me and I need to find a way to blow some steam. That bit ch will regret hitting me. Jasper and Ansel might protect her now but they will get bored. Especially Ansel. He is not one to keep girlfriends for too long. Jasper though, might be a problem.
I go to the barn. “Diva, come. We have work to do.”
Diva might be loyal to Rueben but she listens to me too.
Armed only with a handgun and my knife, I make my way out of the property. Diva leads the way while Rueben walks beside me.
Rueben, who has been quietly observing me for several minutes, says, “I don’t think the Diseased Cu n t had anything to
do with the bomb.”
“Don’t tell me you suddenly forgive her because she prevented Roy from shooting you,” I voice my frustration.
“I will never forgive her for what she’s done, but I think you are letting your emotions take over.”
“Like you are not?” I point out.
We stop walking and Rueben takes out his cigar pack and offers me one.

“Tyson, you are losing it.
I light up the cigar and take several drags from it. Maybe I am losing my shit but it started when the bitc h came to live on the farm. I never thought I was capable of hating someone as much as I hate her.
“I am just stressed out,” I finally open up. “Things have not been turning out as I wanted, and this writer’s block is
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f u c k i n g with my brain.”
Ever since the night in the forest, I haven’t been able to write a damn word. Deadlines are approaching fast and all I do is sit in front of my laptop and watch words that make no sense to me.
Ruchen smokes as he studies me for a while. “I figured. You need to clear your head.”
“You think I haven’t tried? But since we brought that bit c h here, everything is going to hell,”
Finishing his cigar, Rueben says, “F u c k her.”
*Are you crazy? She may as well have HSV or worse. I am not touching her until Maddox clears her.”
“You can always use condoms.”
It’s been a while since I f u c k e d someone, and it might help me calm my demon. And me. “Fine,” I agreed, “but only if you join me. Now, let’s finish inspecting the farm.”
We spend the next few hours inspecting every inch of the property and the surroundings but there is no trace of Jason and his friends. After setting traps around the farm, we check to see if Roy is still alive, leaving Diva to guard the farm, before returning to the house. The others have put out the fire by now.
It is close to midnight when Rueben and I enter the kitchen. The bitch is here, washing the dishes. Having her live in the guest house was bad enough but there is no f u c k i n g way I will let her stay in the house that is meant for the woman who will become my wife. The only place this bitc h deserves to be is in a dog kennel and even that is too much luxury for her.
“What the f u c k are you doing in my house!?” Rueben snarls, making her drop a plate.
Immediately, she drops to her knees. “I am so sorry,” she mumbles.
“Get the f u c k out!” I yell. The bitc h hurries to clean the broken plate. “Leave that and get the hell out!”
My voice is so loud Mose comes out of his room. The wound he sustained earlier is cleaned and a bandage covers it. “What’s with all the racket?”.
“Why is the bit c h here?” I demand to know.
“With the guest house ruined, where is she supposed to live?” Mose answers with a question.
“I don’t know and I don’t care. But not under the same roof as me,” I say.
Mose rubs his temples. “How about we give her back to her brother and be done with her.”
“No!” Rueben and I say at the same time.
Mose narrows his eyes. “So you don’t want her here but neither of you want her gone. Can you at least decide what you want?”
I look at the bitc h. She is still on her knees like the whore she is. My gaze goes to Rueben and he gives me a curt nod.
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He is going to let her stay in the house. I should have guessed it. He always had a soft spot for the bitc h.
“Whatever.” I grab a beer from the fridge and sit at the table. Mose returns to his room. “Who told you, you can set foot in here?” I ask het.
“Jasper. He said that I can stay in his room until the other house is fixed,” the bitc h explains as she cleans the floor.
Even if I want to kick her out of here, where will she sleep, in the barn? Jasper and Ansel will never allow it. For now, I will have to accept her in my house.
“Jasper had no right to decide for all of us. Where is he anyway?” I want to know.
“He and Ansel went to check on the horses.”