Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“Doubtful,” I mutter.
I know she and Matt have never had sex, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t fucked someone else. But that would be the icing on the cake, wouldn’t it? If I took his woman and fucked her before he ever had the chance. Plus, it just makes her ten times more interesting. And my cock even more desperate for her.
“She’s on the list,” Gunner adds, scrolling through names on his cell.
I already knew she was on there. Blakely Rae Anderson is to be chosen. Just not by the guy she expects, but definitely the better choice.
BLAKELY
“MATT?” I CALL out when I spot him in the library sitting at a table. And what do you know? He’s texting away on his phone. “You better be responding to me.”
“Shh.” He shushes me, standing up while pocketing his cell. “Keep it down.” He grabs my arm and yanks me down an aisle where we’re alone. “What are you doing? Don’t you have class right now?”
“Why are you ignoring me?” I demand.
“I’m busy, Blakely,” he growls, stepping away from me.
“Not too busy to talk to someone else apparently,” I hiss.
“I’m not doing this right now.” He runs his hands through his dark hair. “I don’t have the time …”
I grab his arm, but he just shoves me off. “Why can’t you choose me?”
He glares down at me, his jaw hardening, and steps into me, pressing my back into the bookshelves. “What did you just ask me?”
I swallow and place my hands on his chest, trying to push him back a step. Matt is a big guy. He lives to work out. His physical appearance is very important to him. He played football all through high school. I’m too weak and small to even make him budge. “Why can’t you choose me?” I ask, softening my voice. “What does that even mean?”
“I’m only going to say this once,” he growls, stepping even closer. Placing both hands out on the bookshelf behind me, he cages me in. “Drop this. Right now. It does not concern you.”
Why is he avoiding this? How bad can it be? “But Ryat …”
“I don’t give a fuck what that piece of shit says, Blakely. Stay the fuck away from him. Stay away from the house of Lords.” He pushes off the bookshelf, stepping back. “And go to fucking class.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
RYAT
JUNIOR YEAR AT BARRINGTON UNIVERSITY
I SIT IN the chair with Matt to my right. We haven’t spoken one word to each other since last night in Chicago. We were given one hit and ended up killing his wife as well.
The door opens, and I sit up straighter.
“What the fuck happened?” Lincoln demands.
“The job was completed,” Matt snaps, immediately going into defensive mode just like he did with me at the house last night.
The moment we made the call that we finished the job, we were on a private jet and brought back to Pennsylvania to the house of Lords and escorted to this room where they’ve made us wait. Which is never good. I’ve seen men come in here and never walk out.
“You killed his wife,” Lincoln argues. “She was to stay alive. I don’t know how you see that as a job completed.”
Matt growls. “She got in the way.”
“Is that true, Ryat?” He looks at me. “She was a problem, standing in your way of completing your assignment, and you had to terminate her as well?” Arching a brow, he waits for my answer.
I just stare at him, crossing my arms over my chest. I’m not a fucking rat, but I’m also not going to lie for Matt. He stepped out of line. We have rules that we have to abide by. Otherwise, what in the fuck are we doing here? I’m not killing for sport. I do what needs to be done. Period.
Lincoln sighs, running his hand down his face. He’s clearly stressed. “You’re on probation, Matt.”
“What?” He jumps to his feet. “What the fuck, Linc? You know that’s bullshit!”
“I know that you killed a very important bitch!” Lincoln snaps, getting in his face. “And now I have to clean up your mess!”
“Who the fuck was she?” Matt demands.
“That’s none of your business!” Lincoln shouts in his face.
“You just said she was important,” he argues.
“Get the fuck out of my office, Matt, before I strip you of your Lord title!” he screams, pointing at the door.
Matt spins around and shoves the chair over before he storms out, slamming the door behind him.
I push up off the armrests and turn to exit as well.
“Wait, Ryat,” Lincoln growls.
I turn to face him, and he plops down behind his desk. “I need to know what happened.” He links his fingers together on the surface.
I say nothing.
“Goddammit,” he hisses, leaning back in his seat. “You have to give me something.”
“I did what was required of me. He’s dead,” I say simply.
He nods once. “So, Matt killed the woman.”
I look away from him and grind my teeth. They already suspected it was Matt, but I just confirmed it. This is why I don’t fucking talk.
“I’m not sure what to do, Ryat,” he states.
I look back at him, and he tilts his head from side to side, contemplating his next move. “I could put you on probation as well.”
I fist my hands, not really all that surprised. I figured they’d punish me in order to get me to talk. Then he reaches over and pushes a button on his office phone. “Send him in.”
The door opens behind me, and I see a man walk in. I don’t know him personally, but I’ve heard of him. His list of bodies is a mile long. A sadistic son of a bitch. He killed three of his brothers his senior year. Everyone in the house of Lords feared him. He’s a legend, really.
“Ryat Archer?” He reaches out his right hand to me.
“Yes, sir.” I do the same and shake it.
He gestures for me to sit back down in my seat, so I do. “What is this about?” I ask, looking back and forth between the two men.
“Well, son …” He sits on the leather couch, unbuttoning his black suit jacket. “I’d like a favor from you.”
I lean forward, placing my elbows on my thighs. This is how they’ll get me to talk? Threaten to put me on probation and then ask me for a favor? In return, I ask to no longer be on probation. “And what will I get in return?”