Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

182. Olivia - New friend V

Rueben opens his beer. "No wonder you are still single despite your daddy being rich and all that shit. No man wants to be with a woman who nags all the fucking time. Unless you learn to keep your mouth closed, you will end up an old maid. And not to mention your makeup and clothes."

Alma narrows her eyes. "What about them?"

"Too much fucking glitter. You think men are attracted to that shit?" Rueben asks. "That shit from Hell has a habit of even getting between buttchecks."

"I like glitter. Also, I don't give a shit about men's opinions on how I dress. So fuck off," Alma huffs.

Rueben drinks from his beer. "You should care if you ever want to get married. No Lord would want a sparkly clown like you as a bonded."

Alma grabs one of the glasses from the table and throws it in Rueben's direction while screaming, "Hijo de puta! Son of a bitch. You can go ahead and kiss my sparkly ass!"

Rueben ducks, avoiding being hit by the glass, which slams into Jasper's forehead as he enters the kitchen, cutting him above his left eyebrow. The glass falls on the floor and breaks.

"What the hell?" Jasper looks confused.

I gasp. "Are you alright?" Despite the circumstances in which I came to live on the farm, Jasper has always been kind to me and I don't like seeing him hurt. "Sit on a chair so that Mose can look at your wound."

The confusion on Jasper's face disappears, and he smiles before grimacing. "It really hurts," he complains as he sits on a chair. "But you being here helps."

farm because each time you and Rueben are near each other, innocent people get hurt," Mose sneers before going to Jasper. "Can someone give me the first

fault," Alma huffs and

If you are done with the show, you can

blows hard making me think the

let her stay until the blizzard dies down," I

to be happy that I am trying to

problem," Rueben

weight from

is she supposed to sleep? The guest house

are

head in my direction. "We are not going to have a woman who is not you sleeping in our beds. We might be fucking assholes, but we are not

Rueben

with Ansel on this

Rueben ends my life, but I don't point that out. Mose puts a bandaid over Jasper's cut. At the rate we are using them, he will have to buy more soon. To Alma, he says, "You are not staying overnight. You wouldn't be staying even if Olivia wasn't living

who likes to stick her nose into everyone's business," Rueben snorts. "Snowstorm or not, I want you

had breakfast and have spoken to Olivia," Alma lets us

then at me, his eyes turning red with anger, before his gaze returns to Alma. He drinks from his beer before asking, "Why do you want to talk to the...

and chocolate and a knife for when her period comes," Alma