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.

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 that she owns my heart. I want to paint her insides with my cum and cover her body in kisses. I want her to know that everything that happened is not her fault but

break," I 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

Olivia back then, today I would have had the life I only dreamed of a beautiful family with the woman of my dreams, a home in the suburbs. After a long day 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 would have been a Priest, not

fucking yell is so overwhelming

to hear what he wants. I just want to smoke and maybe take a walk around the

I can't find a cigar pack. It takes me a moment to remember that the nurse took away

back and

as he joins me on the

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 knowing where she is, if someone is hurting her, it fucking

will, but you understand why we

stomach drops. "How many more are

my eyes for a few