Shackled (The Lord Series)

Chapter 48

Shackled (The Lord Series)

48. Angel

The evil laughter that has tormented me for hours has finally stopped. The viluator also. I have been

awake for wanting to find myself in the dark anyone. Why did Alekos do this to me? dhe mend my fear

of the darkness against this to me.

Every man in my lile, from my father to Alekos, had wanted something from There has never been une

instance where a man gave me something without asking for something in relin, Why am I so

unlovable? Not that I wished Alekos, Reyes, or Stefan to love me. The only thing i wanted was their

protection. But not

When they were all over me, it felt good. For a little while, it felt goal to be desired by one of the most

eligible bachelors in the city. Do they showed me thatit te

ở thumbs throb with pain, I barely remember when or how I removed the cuffs, only the pain. It hurt so

badly that I ended up willing

What if I damaged the ligaments in my thumbs

over my injuries, wanting to feel how bad they were… Are these bandages that I feel? I open my

Sunlight is coming from a window to my left. I am no longer in Alekos” closet but in a bed. Why am I in

a bed, and how am not in just any bed but in Stefan’s bed.

I’ve gone ins

There is no way this is real.

Laughter erupts from me just as trans roll down my checks. I put my pain against my mouth, not

wanting to take my chance on this being real and Stefan finding me in his bed. He will for sime kill me

or personally take me to Carlos. Not to talk about Reyes and Alekos,

How will I explain lone I got here when I was supposed to be locked up in that hellish place?

I love to go Now!

I jump out of bed. Who’s T-shirt am I wearing? Did I put it on? It did not matter. I pass by the desk, my

eyes on the ring. There are ways to make Alekos, Stefan, and Reyes suffer without touching them.

Without honing! to change my minil, I grab the engagement ring, go into his bathroom, and… flush it

down the toilet,

F uck Stefan! I hope he never finds happiness again for what he did to me. He had tricked me into

believing he was okay with me being their bonded or whatever the f uck they call me. He had acted all

posesive around me in Alekos” offige, claiming I was their woman. Bulls hit! Doce home, he was as

cold as an Iceberg.

1 laugh again. Stefan would most likely give me a slow and positing death for getting rid of his precious

ring. He can be my guest. F uck him! Carlos as well, for turing my life upside down. Alekos and Reyes

can go to Hell for torturing and locking me up.

Anger hubbled inside me.

I step into the hallway and listen, wanting to be sure that I am alone. The guys low voices come from

inside the living room. Giselle is also with them. Probably on her knees, sucking their dic ks.

The elevator is across from the living room. If I am quiet enough, I can escape without them realizing. I

tiptoe to it and call it to me. Nothing happens, I try again still nothing. In the elevator broken? Then I

remember it works with their fingerprints. Reyes said they would add mine, but since I am a “spy,” they

must likely set up more comeras around the house.

F uck them and their house! I should have never asked Alekos to help me.

htt

They wanted to break me? They managed to do that and more. I no longer care what happens to me

as long as I can make them suffer for what they did to me

I go to Alekos’ room and close the door behind me. Wasn’t it enough for Aleksis to hurt me when we

were in high school? No! He sad to terrorize me after I came to Ina, begging hues to help, offering him

something I should have given to someone who cared about me. But no, I had given it to Alekos F

ucking Raptou, only for him to tell me I am loose. Damaged goods as well. And that Carlos and his

men licked me before him. F uck Alekos as well!

If 1 Bushed Stefar’s ning to the same place dead goldfish found their final resting place, the news, it is

only fair to destrrry something precious to Alekos.

that what?

48. Angel

Except for his di ck, which he uses to f uck any woman that opens her leg for him-and 1 stup idly let

him he inside me w -1 don’t think he has anything could castrate him or

I look around his room.

I could trish this place.

Childish? Maybe. But I am beyond the point of caring I lock the door and go to his bed, grab all the

framed photos from the walls, put them on the floor, and stomp on them. Broken glass enters the soles

of my feet. I have been subjected to so much pain in the last 24 hours that it is somehow easy to ignore

it now. Or maybe! am fueled by adrenaline as my thumbs barely bother me right now

When all the photos are destroyed, my blood covering them, I grab them, together with pieces of glass

and wood, and throw them on the bed. Shards of glass cut my fingers, blood and sharp pain coming

from my palms. The rational thing to do is to have someone look at my wounds, but I am far from being

done with Alekos“

Too bad the fireplace is electric: I would have loved to see his airplane models burn. Some of them are

vintage and probably very valuable. I pick up one of them. which looks very expensive, and try to figure

out how I can destroy it. It is perhaps a replica of one of the airplanes used in WWIL

I try pulling the front propeller, but my fingers are slippery because of all the blood from my cuts. I clean

my hands on the T-shirt keeps appearing. And I think I see shards stuck in my palms

Frustrated, I throw the airplane on the bed and pick up another one. It looks like one of those planes

people assembled themselves using apart and sca tter them on the floor. I do the same with all the kit

airplanes on the shelves.

I want to see tekos figure out how to put them back together.

wearing, but more blood

1 take all the pieces

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