Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
188. Rueben - Hidden desires I

A pair of pants and some empty beer bottles stand between me and my bed and I kick them out of my way before I collapse on top of the quilt. I am trying to contain the rage, the anger, and the hate I feel for the Diseased Cunt, but they are growing bigger with each passing day. Her presence in this house reminds me of everything I have lost because of her. And now Ansel is telling me that she will make a great bonded? What the fuck was he thinking when he said that, especiall It isn't only Ansel. Jasper and even Mose are on board as well. Fucking her in my damn kitchen. At least Tyson hasn't lost his marbles. He is the only one I can count on.

when he knows how much I suffered because of her.

Her moans are loud enough to reach my room since it is the closest to the kitchen and I punch the fucking pillow before putting it over my head, covering my ears, not wanting to hear her anymore.

I stay like that until the moans and grunts die out and the door to my room opens. I turn around just as Tyson enters.

"Ah, it's you," I say.

Tyson narrows his eyes. "And who did you expect? The bitch?"

I frown. "No."

"You want her to suck you or something?"

I stand. "Hold your titties, you know that " A loud scream cuts me sort. "What the fuck was that?"

"Olivia. She sounds like she's in a lot of pain," Tyson says before rushing out of the room.

I follow him down the hall to Jasper's room.

A butt-naked Ansel is hovering over the Diseased Cunt, who has her eyes closed.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" Tyson snarls, his fists opening and closing. I grab his arm before he does something stupid.

“I didn't harm her if that's what you're asking. I'm not you,” Ansel snarls back before focusing on the Diseased Cunt. “Olly,” he cups her left cheek and she whimpers, “what's wrong?"

Moments ago, she was moaning like crazy, and now she is in pain. Yeah, right. She is just pretending to get more attention from these fools' blood-brothers of mine. I drag a palm down my face. I need to find a way to get her away from the farm. To hell with the entire plan of using her to take down her father. There has to be another way.

"What happened?" Mose's voice comes from behind me.

I step to the side, letting him and Jasper pass. "Some bullshit drama the Diseased Cunt is trying to stir up."

Ansel glares at me before replying to Mose, "We were just finishing fucking when all of a sudden she screamed."

I take out a cigar and light it up before grabbing the ashtray from Jasper's desk and leaning against the wall. Jasper and Mose don't smoke; maybe they will occasionally have one with Ansel, Tyson, and me, and we are heavy smokers. Because of that, we made a habit of leaving ashtrays all over the house.

Tyson runs his hand through his hair. "How rough were you that you made her scream like that?"

"Maybe it wasn't because of me but because of how badly you tortured her," Ansel says between gritted teeth.

I take a drag from my cigar before clapping my hands, making everyone look at me. "Perfect. Just fucking perfect. She's been here for what, a few weeks? And she's not only disrupting our lives but making us fight amongst ourselves." My hand goes to my holster. "It will be quick."

"You are not going to kill her," Tyson snarls.

I clench my jaw before taking more puffs from my cigar. “Great. I didn't expect this from you."

Jasper takes out his phone. "Should I call Maddox?"

Mose approaches the bed. "Let me see her first. Can someone grab my bag from my room?"

Ansel goes to the door. "I'll go."

I watch silently as Mose checks her vital signs or whatever the fuck he is doing since medicine is not something I am good at. Tyson paces nervously around the room, occasionally stopping to look at the creepy-as-hell painting Jasper has on the walls.

A few minutes later Ansel returns to the room. At least he put on some clothes. He gives the bag to Mose, shoves his hands in his pockets and waits.

"I don't like how she looks," Mose says when he is done checking on the Diseased Cunt. "With everything going on around here, I haven't noticed she's been losing weight." He looks at me. “Is she starving herself?"

I shrug. "How the fuck should I know? I'm not her damn babysitter."

"You were in the same house as her while you were recuperating. The rest of us where trying to find Jason and his friends," Mose points out. Rummaging through his bag, he adds, “She has a fever and her pupils are very dilated.” She isn't pretending? I take a better look at her. The weak light from outside is enough to let me see she is pale. And thinner than when we found her in the woods. I finish my cigar and put it out in the ashtray. "What does that mean?" Jasper asks.

Mose sighs. "I don't know. It can be several things or nothing." After a quick glance at his watch, he says, "Maddox finishes his shift at the hospital in a few hours. I'll text him and let him know what happened." After closing his bag, he asks, "What's Olivia's favorite food?"

Ansel and Jasper sit on the bed on either side of the Diseased Cunt. Ansel brushes a few stands of her hair from her face before kissing her temple and Jasper takes her right hand into his. Good God. Are they falling in love with her? I keep smoking while I try to rack my brain. "Orange chicken," I finally reply.

Tyson gives me a confused look before saying, "Camila loved orange chicken. Macaroni and cheese is the bitch's comfort food. I'll make it for her. I know how she likes it."

"I'm the chef around here. Besides, I already promised her " Mose stops protesting when the Diseased Cunt whimpers again. "On second thought, it would be best if I stay here and keep an eye on her." Tyson leaves the room and I follow him to the kitchen. The breakfast we started cooking earlier is still on the island and I go there to finish it while Tyson takes out what he needs to make the macaroni and cheese. "You are letting her affect you," I say while I take care of the grilled cheese sandwiches.

"I am not," Tyson grumbles.

"I know you. Do what you need to do. Fuck her. Get her out of your system." Tyson looks at me. Before he can say something, I add, “Look at how you reacted today. She is clearly getting to you." "It's just work-related stress."

"Sure, whatever," I say.

"You think I regret torturing her? Because I don't. She deserved it for everything she fucking did, but I don't know, man, I mean... it's Olivia."

This is the second time he said her name today, but I don't point it out.

"And?"

Tyson exhales loudly. "You had feelings for her." My eyebrows shoot up. "You think I didn't know?"

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