Shackled (The Lord Series)

Chapter 129

129. Olivia

You made me fall in love.

The way he says excellent, with so much viciousness and satisfaction, tells me I should fear him more

than I fear Jason. The man, whoever he is, won’t doubt for a second to harm me in the most cruel way

possible. The blinding pain coming from my ribs is proof that the Lords are as vicious as they could be.

The Dukes might treat women like property, but the Lords destroy everything they touch, their hearts as

cruel as the demons they have inside them. They abuse and share women among themself and kill

them in the cruelest ways.

One of the Lords, tall, strong, and from the color of his skin, I assume he is African–American, says,

“We were supposed to find someone to claim for ourselves not to torture until she dies.” He is the one

who prevented the other one from beating me to death.

“It’s her or no one,” the one who broke my ribs insists. “We can take her home, or I can disappear with

her, never to be seen again, it’s all the same to me, but she won’t get away from me. Not this time, not

when I finally have the opportunity to make her pay for what she did,” he snarls.

Make her pay for what she did.

My heart thunders in my chest.

Could he be Rueben, Camila’s brother?

The mask he wears prevents me from seeing his face, but my gaze goes to his chest–his torso is bare,

he is wearing only a pair of camouflage pants–the North Star is tattooed in the middle of it.

Rueben.

After years of hiding from him, he finally found me.

Maybe it is for the best.

six years

and was I first met him when I was fourteen and visited Camila in her home. He was older than me by

five or

Bon never interested in his little sister or her friends, but he would sometimes make an effort to hang

out with us, especially if we played video games. Gradually, he started treating me like one of his

family, like I was his sister too00:5

When I took Camila’s life, he wanted to do the same to me, but Jason hid me in the Celestial Heaven,

supposedly to keep me safe, but instead, he whored me around since I was sixteen.

Rueben will stop at nothing to make me pay even more for what I have and haven’t done, as his hate

and desire for revenge are palpable in the air.

The scream of a woman echoes through the night. Malaky chuckles before saying to the men

accompanying him, “We should be on the move if we want to catch any more bitches and have fun with

them.” Looking at the one I think is Rueben, he adds, “If you do decide to keep her, she is clean.

Except for the drugs. Her brother tests her every month, wanting to be sure she is free of diseases.”

What Malaky doesn’t know is that Carlos took me to a medical facility where they did something to me

so I can’t get

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pregnant or catch any STDs. I don’t know exactly what was done to me since I was sedated almost the

entire time I was there, but from what I heard from the other pornai in the Celestial Heaven, he did the

same to them, and no matter how many men came to see them, their tests always came back

negative. As do mine.

Malaky and the men quickly vanish into the darkness, leaving me alone with the Lords.

“We should go as well,” Rueben says and moves towards me.

I tense for a moment, not knowing what Rueben will do to me next, but apparently, the African–

American Lord is dead set on keeping Rueben away from me. “Not before you tell me what you plan to

do with her.”

“I thought you and Tyson got her as a gift for me, so what I do with her from now on is only my

business.”

Blood rushes to my ears, and I feel so sick I turn my head to the side and empty whatever is left in my

stomach on

someone’s shoes.

“Get her on her side so she doesn’t choke or her own vomit,” someone says, and I am kicked so hard NôvelDrama.Org content.

in the side with the broken ribs that I am flipped on my stomach.

Pain like I never felt before explodes in my chest, and it feels like I am dying.

Finally.

Breathing becomes hard.

Did one of my lungs get punctured?

I hope so.

I cough, and blood stains the snow red.

“No, you don’t,” a snarl whistles into my ear, and I am yanked up by the cuffs, but the pain, the

excruciating pain coming from my ribs and chest and the lack of drugs, water and food and the lack of

sleep makes me lose conscience.

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