Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
398. Tyson - Malaky III

Malaky pulls on his restraints as he looks around the room, an angry look on his face. Until his gaze falls on me and the others. His anger turns into confusion then back into anger. "What the fuck!?" he snarls, trying to appear as a tough guy, but I know his type. He is just a piece of shit who enjoys abusing women. "And what's with the masks? Or the freaky music?" Olivia wasn't the only woman Malaky enjoyed hurting. There have been many women before and after Olivia. Cirro dug up every little dirty secret Malaky has, and he will send a pen drive to the media in the morning. Olivia thinks we should only concentrate on getting ready for when the Nephilims get here. What she doesn't know is that getting right of the Dukes is part of the preparations. I don't trust the Dukes to not ally with the Nephilims. God damn! Like we didn't have enough with Azael. If we don't find him soon and kill him, the Lords will soon be trapped between two strong enemies. Wasp is willing to help. While I don't like her, Olivia trusts the Sisterhood. "Is there a Hunt going on?" Malaky asks, his tone laced with impatiens as he keeps pulling on the restraints.

Behind the mask, a smile appears across my face. Adrenaline rushes through my veins, but I force myself to keep calm. I want Malaky to suffer, to pay for what he did to the love of my life.

"It's been a long day. I don't feel like chasing you around the woods," Rueben replies.

I bet Rueben would have all the energy in the world if we were to chase after Olivia. I know I would.

Malaky's brow furrows. "What?"

My body trembles with anticipation. The vibrations produced by my demon's snarls run through my body.

Jasper places a palm on my lower back. His touch is reassuring, but for what I'm about to do in the next hours, sweet distractions like Jasper's thumb stroking my skin will cut short the loathing I've been building up for Malaky since December. I've watched the video many times, memorizing every sick thing Malaky did to my precious Olivia. I need to focus on my vengeance, not on what I want to do to Jasper, like fucking his mouth again.

I move to the left, and Jasper's hand falls to his side. I feel like a jerk for doing so, but first thing first.

Malaky.

Dimitri, my blood-brothers, and I gather around Malaky.

"You upset the wrong people, and now you're going to pay the price," Ansel says.

Fear flashes through Malaky's eyes. I bet he's never been in this position before of being the victim. Except Malaky is not a victim. He's a fucking monster.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm a monster too. I've killed and tortured so many people that their faces blend in. I don't even remember their names or what they looked like, but I do remember how they pleaded with me for their lives. But it's different. Because I kill monsters like Malaky.

It's the only thing I haven't told Olivia. Not because I'm afraid she would love me less or judge me for what I do as a Lord. Olivia has seen so much suffering and endured so much abuse, she doesn't deserve to know of more women who went through the same ordeal. The only thing she deserves is peace and love, not more trauma. She is finally in a good place, and I don't want to open old wounds.

"Do you know who my father is?" Malaky asks. "He will crush you like a bug when he finds out what you did to me."

He's not that thought now, is he?

"And what exactly did we do to you? We only brought you here to talk," Dimitri says.

Malaky narrows his eyes. "You're Russian."

"Transnistrian," Dimitri lies.

It's not a secret that the Dukes rule Transnistria. Around ten years ago, they killed the last Lords living there. A war almost started in Europe back then. After long discussions, Lords across the world decided not to take any repercussions against the Dukes since many innocent people would die. Not only that, but also the world's economy would have suffered greatly.

Malaky seems to relax a bit. "You are Dukes."

Letting Malaky believe we are Dukes might make him talk faster about what he knows about Cricket.

I might not have known her, but I hate that the Dukes killed a hellstar. She was someone's bonded. Whoever killed her won't get away with it. Raphael has been working on Carlos' case for many years, and if Carlos killed Cricket, Raphael will know.

"And?" Rueben asks.

Malaky's gaze lingers on Rueben's mask. Maybe Malaky recognized Rueben's voice. It wouldn't matter anyway since his bones will rot here.

"Then you know I'm also a Duke," Malaky points out. Suddenly, his expression changes. "Did Chris set this entire thing because I fucked his woman? Look, it was an accident." "Did she trip and land on your dick?" Dimitri asks.

Malaky avoids Dimitri's question and says, "If Chris is behind this, how can he let a woman get between our friendship? We've been friends for more years than he was with Paola." Men like Malaky, who sleep with women who are in relationships, deserve to have their balls cut off.

I pull out the knife Reyes gave me. It's still one of my favorite weapons. Easy to use, sharp as a scalpel, it cuts even through bones.

"What the fuck are you going to do with that?" Malaky questions me.

Pretending to clean my already-clean fingernails with the tip of the knife, I reply, "You see, Chris is angry. More than that. He wants you to suffer like he did."

Malaky still can't believe we are going to hurt him. "This is a prank, right?" His gaze goes to the front door. "Chris, I'll never touch a bitch that belongs to you from now on! I've learned my lesson."