Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

256. Tyson - Truths VIII

By that point, my head was pounding.

*"But are we sure Olivia killed Camila? Is there any proof apart from what Jason and her father said to us when they called?"* Ansel tried to make sense of the entire mess.

I didn't have the energy to do so. *"Tomorrow we'll find out what really happened. But tonight, I need to drink."*

The three of us went to a special club known in the area for letting people do drugs and other shit, and all I can remember about the time we spent there are bits and pieces. We might have stayed there for days, as they never kick clients out. Not until they run out of money, at least. We drank, fucked bitches, and got high while losing track of time. Money wasn't a problem at that time since Rueben, Ansel, and I took part in secret missions for the Elders, and the rewards were more than generous. With my share, I had planned to buy a real engagement ring for Olivia.

After that night in which I drank and fucked more throats than I could remember, since in my head Olivia had completely destroyed what we had together, I crashed on one of the couches in the VIP area in the club. Ansel and Rueben did the same. Not long after we passed out, a group of seven men, led by one of the staff members, came to where we were and started searching our pockets. Most people would think they wanted to rob us, but Cirro did a great job with the videos, clearing the footage enough for me to notice the tattoo of a snake on one of the guys' arms. The two wings on either side of its head let me know the guy is a Duke. No doubt, the others as well.

After they inject us with something, they take us away.

"We acted just like Jason wanted us to, making us vulnerable and an easy target for the Dukes," Ansel comments at the end of the video.

I don't totally agree with Ansel. What happened back then clearly fucked us up really good, otherwise I don't understand our erratic behavior that night. I'm ashamed of what I did and of using women to feel vindicated for Olivia's 'cheating.' Rueben lets out a loud breath. "I don't remember anything about this."

"Neither do I," I say, but the dreams I keep having pop up in my head. What if it's related? It would explain why I keep having the sensation that someone has tampered with my memories. Another video loads. "Azael used drugs that made us forget the days we spent in the facility. When he was done with us, he had his men take us back to the club," Ansel reveals even more. How the fuck did I let my guard down back then? It could have gotten me killed. All that I remember from the club is wild nights. *Nights.* Could it be an effect of the drugs?

over the original to make it look like she was the one in them or images of Camila dead or from our mother's funeral, are displayed on big screens in front of us. Voices coming from recording devices keep

mother killed herself because of that*-said to

why the woman who saw you as her

to be doctors kept entering the rooms we were in, injecting us with more drugs. Or at least that's what I suspect was in the syringe as the looks on our faces kept changing as time passed from anger, to wrath, to wanting,

what appears to be a semi dark cell. Not long after, Rueben and Ansel are also brought in. The video changes when someone steps out from a dark corner. I don't even have a

you stop the

in a more serious tone, "It might have been Azael's clinic, but Jason and the Senator clearly had a free hand in what they did to us. And us being

you go like this. From what Yan told me, there's no way out of the facility. He was lucky he got away. But the three of you," he shakes his head, "there has to be more to

video. "Olivia made a

body. It was never Olivia's job to protect anyone. It was the other way around. *Me* protecting her. And what a great job I did. No wonder my demon was angry at me for years. "What kind of a pact?" The

in the bed, the blanket covering her legs. Bruises are around her neck, her left eye swollen. Another beating. How many did she have to endure for those damn daggers?

to the window,

now that their hate for you consumes every thought they have. Azael wants to experiment on them with even more

deserve what's happening to them. Besides, I'm having fun

go through another day like yesterday. It's killing me. I'll do whatever you

daggers are, and I'll convince Father to let them go. And I might

them out first, then I'll tell you

his chest. *"This is not how it works. You