Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

248. Tyson - Truths I

For the sake of my sanity, Ansel pauses the video.

"We owe it to Olivia to watch everything. You owe it to her to know what she's been through," Ansel insists. He is right. "To know how and why Camila died."

"We already know how Camila died. Killed by Olivia with a bullet right in her heart," Rueben huffs, making me angry because he said he is all in, but he changes his mind more often than his socks. He is not reliable when it comes to our woman. My woman. The thought of having to share her with my blood-brothers is fucking with my head, but I'm not the only one who loves her. Ansel and Jasper have proved that they care deeply for Olivia. "But I do agree that we do need to find out why Olivia killed Camila," Rueben adds, making me whip my head in his direction, wanting to know if he is finally pulling his head out of his ass.

I get dizzy almost immediately.

Fucking Senator Deymar.

How the fuck did he know where we lived? Except for a few people we trusted, we never gave our address to anyone. And we have it registered under a fake name.

do. I abandoned her, blocked her number, not wanting to hear her voice, and drowned in alcohol and drugs, not caring for one second how she felt. I should leave her alone so she can heal from what Jason and Carlos did to her, from what *I* did to her, but I'm too shellfish to do so. When we find her, because we will, I'll take her to my bed and not let her get out for a long time. I want to make it clear to her that no matter what, she is still mine and

say before heading out of the house. Before I reach the front door, I trip several times, because I can't remember where the furniture is. My fingers hurt like a motherfucker, and grabbing the doorknob sends jolts of pain all over my body, but it keeps me from spiraling into

at work, I would have come home to my gorgeous wife and our little ones, had dinner together and after the kids were asleep in their rooms, I would have tried to get her pregnant again. And I wouldn't have had to share her with anyone because I

fucking yell is so overwhelming I bite

what he wants. I just want

to the bathroom. I feel my pockets, but I can't find

head back and

you're feeling," Ansel tells me as he joins me on the porch

I fucking failed her. I hurt her. I tortured her. How the hell do I make up for that? How do I even begin to ask her to forgive me?" I don't deserve to be forgiven. "She would be a fool to take me back. But even so, I can't give up on her. I need her, man. I need her more than I need oxygen. Not

but you understand why we

drops. "How many more

for a few minutes