Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

231. Olivia - The Guardian I

**I'm back with a new update for part 2 of Bought. I struggled a lot to come up with the right name for part 2 of this book but I think the most fitting one is Revelations. Well, enjoy the ride. It's going to be a wild one.**

Ansel parks the car close to Silent Lake, on the other side of Veross City and gets out. It used to be a favorite spot for couples until the bodies of at least twenty women were discovered in the lake and the surrounding woods. There is a cabin on the far end of the lake and I can't help wondering if someone lives here. I know I couldn't sleep well knowing such horrible crimes happened here.

Ansel yells *fuck* a few times before dragging his palms down his face and pacing around like a lion trapped in a cage. Why is he mad? I'm the one who should be angry.

Diva huffs a few times, so I ask, "Do you think Ansel lost his mind?" I turn in my seat so I can pet her. "You are such a good girl," I coo and Diva licks my face.

It takes Ansel a few minutes to calm down and he sits on the hood of the car, grabs a cigar from his pack, and starts smoking while watching the sunset behind the tree line. Diva wants to get out and I open the back door for her.

Diva run and sniffing around, I get out and go to Ansel-who is already on the third one.

his. "Soon after Francesca and Reid became my foster parents, Tyson and Rueben brought me here. Together with a pack of beer. It was February and cold like hell. Not to mention that it was my first time drinking." Ansel chuckles at the memory of whatever happened that day. "I got drunk

take a drag from his

got to meet you in real life.” His lips caress mine. "You resent me for bonding with you, but I don't feel sorry. You are mine,

bit. "I had no

We would have endured anything.

I did what I had to do." Ansel wraps his arms around me and I rest my head on his chest.

ready? Even if I'm not, I have no other choice.

look into his

Mine included. If I'm going to start standing up for myself, I need to confide in someone. I wanted it to be *him* but *his* hate for me would cloud *his* judgment and *he* will probably torture me again. The only one I can trust is Ansel. I might not like that

passed down from generation to generation. My father would do anything to get it back. Including taking away from me everything and everyone that I love." He already did that, so