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

only Rueben's fault," Alma huffs

you are toxic. If you are done with the show, you

hard making me think the snowstorm will

stay until the blizzard dies down," I try to reason with

happy that I am trying to convince

my problem,"

weight from one leg to another, ignoring the pain in my toes.

"And where is she supposed to sleep? The guest house is

"There are plenty of

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 shout at the same

on this one," Jasper

here to fuck me and record it before 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

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

will leave after I have had breakfast and have spoken to Olivia," Alma

at Alma, then at me, his eyes turning red with anger, before his gaze returns to

make sure she has tampons and chocolate and a knife for