Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
175. Rueben - Jason Deymar II

It takes a lot of self-control not to go straight to the house and put a bullet between that whore's eyes. She killed Camila because she was a fucking cheater? Her not being able to keep her legs shut is not something new to me, but I never knew the reason why she killed Camila. Not that I didn't ask, but she never said a word about it. Now I know why.

"The Diseased Cunt is mine to do as I want with her. If you don't want to share the same fate as your buddy Roy, I suggest you leave," I say.

"Not without my sister," Jason insists. "Is Roy dead?" I shrug. "I guess I now have a widow to console. Pretty cute, too. I could lend her to you from time to time."

I wonder how Tyson never killed Jason when he had the opportunity. A few minutes in his presence and I am more than ready to rip out his heart.

I finish my cigar. "I wonder why you want to get the Diseased Cunt back so badly."

Jason smiles sheepishly. "She stole something, uh, important to my family and until she says where she hid it, I can't lose sight of her."

"I don't care what she did or stole from the Deymar family. She is mine!"

Jason smirks. "I see you grew fond of her. How about I let you have her until you get bored of her but with the promise you won't damage her permanently?"

I shove my hands in my pockets. "How about you get the fuck away from my property?"

"It will take only a phone call to have this shit hole destroyed."

He can threaten me all he wants but not my home. Not the Lair in which I spent hundreds of hours wanting to be perfect for when my blood-brothers found a wife. The Lair was never my dream but that of Jasper and Mose. "Last warning, Deymar. Leave while you can."

Jason's hand goes to his weapon. "Not without Olivia."

A figure appears behind Jason.

Ansel.

I thought he was in the house, fucking the Diseased Cunt. Ever since Ansel and I met, years ago, he always had my back.

If Jason wants to be stubborn, it is fine by me.

"You had your chance, Deymar," I say when Ansel hits him in the temple with the back of his handgun, hard enough to knock him unconscious. Catching Jason was easy. Too easy. I try to scan the surroundings, but the wind is too strong. I will have to call in for backup. "How did you know we were here?" I ask Ansel.

"I didn't. I was just patrolling around when I noticed you two." Kicking Jason in the stomach, Ansel ads, "Let's take him to the shed."

I grab Jason's legs while Ansel grabs his arms and we start moving. Diva follows us. Noticing blood on Ansel's hands, I ask, "How did you hurt yourself?"

"It's Roy's blood."

"If you still had energy left after fucking the Diseased Cunt, it means one thing: her pussy is trash."

Ansel grins. "Best pussy I ever fucked. Perfect in every way." Wait. He actually fucked her? His face turns serious. "She is still healing from what you and Tyson did to her and I didn't want to wear her out." "Like you didn't kick her in the ribs," I remind him.

"Only because I thought she was choking on her own vomit."

When we reach the shed, I say, "Is that what you are telling yourself so you can sleep well during the night?" Before opening the door, Ansel lets go of Jason, who hits his head against the frozen ground. "I don't

get why you pretend you like her. For years, you hated her as much as Tyson and I. Did you know she was a cheating whore and that's why she killed Camila?"

"I never once hated Olivia."

We get Jason inside the shed and turn on the lights. Roy, or what is left of him, welcomes us with a look of absolute terror on his face. I have seen many bodies but none like that of Roy's. "What the fuck did you do to him?"

Ansel doesn't even bother to look at Roy. "Showed him what happens to those who hurt Olivia."

Out of all my blood-brothers, Ansel has always been the more level-headed. Probably because he grew up in foster care and knew that stepping out of line would get him in trouble. But the moment the Diseased Cunt is back into our lives, he starts acting strangely.

"What about learning what he knows?"

Ansel unties Roy and throws his mangled body into a corner like it is nothing more than trash. Diva goes over to sniff him. A moment later, she growls.

"He had nothing useful for us. I even made him tell me his social security number," Ansel replies as we put Jason on the chair.

Anyone can have useful information if they are asked the right questions.

"What about that Spencer guy?" I ask.

"No one important. Just some family member Olivia cares about."

If the Diseased Cunt cares about this Spencer dude, then it is worth learning more about him. I want to hit her where it most hurts her.

We tie Jason to the chair. "And Carlos?"

"Wherever Carlos is, Roy had no idea," Ansel replies.

No wonder Jason sent Roy to put the bomb in the house. He was useless.

"Wanna bet I can make Jason talk before nightfall?"

Ansel takes out a cigar. "You are bad at betting." I narrow my eyes. "Do you still have something worth betting?"

"Fuck you!" I snarl, not liking to be reminded I suck at something I enjoy doing. Maybe I should find a new hobby. "Nah, the only one I want to be with is Olivia," Ansel laughs.

The door opens, and Tyson enters. I guess he heard what Ansel said, as he asks, "You want to be with the bitch?" Ansel lights his cigar. "She's my woman now."

"Yours?" After scrutinizing Ansel from head to toe, Tyson says, "I don't see her name tattooed on your skin."

After taking a few drags from the cigar, Ansel says, "I might."

"Who would want the name of a cheater on their skin?" I huff. Jerking my chin in Jason's direction, I add, "He finally told me why the Diseased Cunt killed Camila. Because my sister found out the Diseased Cunt was fucking men and threatened to expose her to everyone."

After throwing a glance at Roy's dead body, Tyson leans his left shoulder against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. "All women are whores. They claim they want to wait until the wedding night when in reality their body count is in the three digits."

"Or they are raped by those they trust the most," Ansel comments.

Raped? What the hell is Ansel talking about? "Are you saying the Diseased Cunt was raped?"

"If you think she wanted to be a pornai then you are delusional," Ansel replies.

Like I care. Even if she was raped by every man in Veross City, I don't feel bad for her. She took everything away from me. Fuck her!

"She deserves it for being a cheater and a killer," Tyson says.

It doesn't surprise me that Tyson thinks the same as me. He might even hate her more than I do.

Before I can say, 'Let's get the party started,' a car horn honk has me pulling out my gun and rushing out of the shed. The others follow me.

The horn honk is coming from the front gate. A car I don't recognize is parked in front of it. The driver's door opens, and I almost shoot the one stepping out of the vehicle.

"I am here to visit Olivia," Alma says.