Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

Chapter 64

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Shackled (The Lord Series)

64. Angel

Stefan does not deny it. With his di ck-hard dic k-in his right hand, he watched as Reyes and Alekos

made a mess out of me by f ucking me until I could not remember what day of the week it was, And I still

don’t know. His eyes turned black with lust each time I had an org asm, and more than once, his hand

got covered in his own cu m. But not once did he touch me. It is better this way, as two men are already

more than I can handle. But I would not mind having a friend. I wish things were different between Stelan

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“I will come with you,” Stefan lets Alekos know. “Mr. Hayashi’s security is to be treated with maximum

care,”

Reyes puts a final pancake on the plate. “You are staying here with our Nena. Stofan huffs. Yeah, I am

not happy with the idea either, so p oo-h o o. “Her security should be our top priority, and until Carlos is

out of the picture, we should not leave her alone, not for a single mombat.”

Good. Manipulating one at a time should be easy. Or so I hope.

Stefan runs his fingers through his hair. “Why don’t you stay with her?” he asks Rever

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*Because you need to put effort into fixing the bond as well,” says Reyes, as if it is the most obvious

thing in the world.

“You are doing a great job so far,” Stefan insists.

Reyes tenses for a moment. “Being with Angel is a blessing I am not worthy of

Reyes is a psychopath, at least that’s what I think, but I never thought… Am I even supposed to be here

listening to whatever he is about to say?

“I never thought I could love a wom, not after what Roxanne had put Alec and me through” He sounds

angry Who is Roxanne? Is Alee his brother? Reyes never told me his name, and I did not ask. “I don’t

want to be away from Angel, not even for one moment, but I need to take care of some things. Aler’s

death anniversary is this week, and it has been a while since I visited his tomb. I will stop by today,”

Alec.

The A and the guitar tattooed on his b*dy are undoubtedly in Alec’s memory. I wonder why Reyes didn’t

tell me when I asked about it.

“Are you alright?” Alekos looks concerned. Stefan also.

Reyes is quiet for a moment. “I will be. Once I destroy the facility and kill Azael.” He picks up the plate

with pancakes and turns around. His brows inch up when he sees me. A whistle of appreciation follows a

moment later. “Da mn, Nena” You are begging to be bent over and f ucked”

Alekos and Stefan turn on their heels-one surprised, the other annoyed, “lust how long have you been

listening to us talking? Stefan asks. I shrug

“What did you use to dye your hair? Reyes asks as he puts the plate in the middle of the table.

1 fight the urge to comb it with my fingers. “I found some hydrogen peroxide in a first aid kit. What do you

think?”

Alekos brings the bacon and the eggs to the table. “That you are gorgeous,” he says before k*ssing me.

“I was starting to wonder what was taking you so long in the

“Now you know.” My game goes to Stefan. “I should have done this a long time ago. Right? Not that I

truly care about his opinion

It is the first time I’ve cut my hair so short-above my shoulders-and changed the color. It fit me better

than I thought.

Stefan mumbles something under his breath, too low for me to hear, as he grabs his mug. “You are

sitting in my chair,” he grumbles,

yes put food on their plates.

Alekos and Reyes put

“Am I?” I smirk and stand. Playing mind games with them might not be the best idea, but I need to get

out of the city. “Do you want the shirt, too?”

Stefan narrows his eyes. “Keep it,” he says before sitting in his chair, the mug still in his hands.

I plop my as s across his lap so I can see his face. “Don’t mind if I do,” I flirt and wrap my fingers around

his mug. I even smile when he don’t let go of the mug. but I am sure it came out as a scowl.

64. Angel

Stefan deent enjoy try attempts at seducing him. In fact, he seemed on the verge of pushing me off of

him. Would he do it

“What are you d

a doing?” Stefan sneers,

He inally lets me have the mag, Hurray for small victories, “Having a cup. of coffee and some pancakes.”

Twi nk Or blink, as I never flited in my entire life. But toffer is worth making a fool out of me.

Coffee has always been a weakness. The last one I had was on the day I ran away from home. The one

Giselle brought me doesn’t really count as one. I sigh happily and take a long sip. The moment the

“coffee touches my tongue, I realize my mistake, Alekos and Reyes chuckle as I violently cough after I

swallow. The alcohol burns my throat.

“Whiskey on an empty stomach?” I complain

Stefan takes back the mug. “It helps with the memories of me finding Emily dead.”

Grief can be a motherf ucker.

1 eye the caps of coffee sitting on the counter, praming for one. Alekos stands and brings me one. It

surprises me. He is not the type of man to do something nice for anyone. Nonetheless. I accept the

coffee and close my eyes, enjoying the taste for a few seconds.

When I open my eye I notice the guys staring at me. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. I am a simple

person, and little things, like a cup of coffee, bring me joy Or used too.

“Does it always work?” I ask Stefan as he drinks what is left of the whiskey.

“Sometimes,” he replies a moment later.

I run a finger over the edge of my mug. “Do you usually drink when you have to work?”

“It’s too early for an interrogation, Stefan grumbles as he puts the pancakes on his pla

I grab the fork and knife before Stefan can, and after adding more maple syrup, I start to eat. Reyes tries

to take the plate away from me, but I push it out of his

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“Do you need to be cuffed?” Reyes snarls.

I point the fork at him. “When we are in bed, I am into that Especially when I am on top of you, and I am

moaning ‘Daddy as I cu m all over your di ck.” I didn’t call him Daddy, but maybe I should. Reyes’s eyes

flash red. I continue with my mind game. After all, I learned from the best, “But when we are eating, I

would prefer my hands to be free. A chair and a plate for me would also be nice. Sitting on your laps is

not,” I ruh my as s mer Stefan’s cro tch, gaining a hiss from him “comfortable.”

“You already know the rules, Alekos reminds me after a failed attempt to take the plate away from me. I

hit his hand with the fork. Alekos yelps. “You are asking for it he was me.

Maybe I shouldn’t push my luck, but the days without torture made me fear them less.

“I am your hellstar. Yes or not A little manipulation won’t harm anyone.

“You already

ly know the answer,” Alekos and Reyes say while Stefan remains quiet.

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