Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“No problem.” He pulls me in for a man hug and slaps my back. “Come by my office before you call it a night. I’m expecting a phone call that might have an answer to your Matt problem.” Before I can respond to that, he walks back toward his office. And I start to feel sorry for Ty. For what he had and lost. I can’t imagine what he went through. I saw his rage. His anger controlled him for a very long time until he realized he could get his revenge. And he will-soon.
We always do. That’s what we’re trained for.
BLAKELY
GUNNER FOUND US on the dance floor and took my friend away from me, so I took that as my hint that I was done too. I make my way to the top of the stairs to see Ryat still standing in the same spot he has for the past three hours. Just watching me. And I’m hoping he doesn’t kill those two men who came to talk to Sarah and me. They really were nice and just striking up a conversation. They’d never been here and needed directions to the nearest hotel after they left Blackout.
“Come on.” He takes my hand.
“Where are we going?” I ask when he doesn’t head to the apartment that we are currently calling home.
“I have to talk to Ty,” he answers vaguely. Coming to an end of the hallway, he punches in a code on the keypad with his free hand and pushes the now unlocked door open.
Ryat enters and pulls me inside. I freeze when I see a woman slumped down onto a couch. A man straddles her legs on his knees, his dick in her mouth while his hands pin hers to the top of the cushion with one of his while the other is gripping the hair at her crown.
Her eyes meet mine, and she starts mumbling nonsense around his pierced dick. I look away, turning my body into Ryat, who stands next to me unfazed like I am.
What in the fuck?
Why didn’t Ryat knock?
The man picks up his pace, and I hear her start to gag. Turning my head, I look over my shoulder and watch him face fuck her roughly until he shoves it all the way down her throat and growls when he comes.
Pulling away quickly, he slaps his hand over her mouth and orders, “Swallow.” She looks up at him, blinking rapidly while tears run down her face, smearing her makeup. She tries to shake her head, but he prevents it and adds, “If you don’t, you’ll be licking it up.”
I look away again, my face heating with his words. Fuck, I’m drunk and horny. Why are we in here?
“Good girl,” I hear him praise her, and she whimpers.
I know, girl. I get it. Why do we crave that? To be praised for something that others would find degrading. I’d do some sick and twisted shit for Ryat if I knew he’d praise me for it. I want to please Ryat all the time. And when he tells me good girl, it’s like everything I actually did meant something to him.
“Now, go back to work,” the man demands, and I hear him zip up his pants.
The girl runs past me in a blur and out the door.
“Ryat,” the guy greets him excitedly. “That’s the second time you’ve caught me with my pants down lately.” He chuckles.
Second time? Dear Lord, I thought it was bad he didn’t knock this time. When will he learn his lesson?
“Guess I should start knocking,” he jokes, and I refrain from rolling my eyes at him.
“Well, you know I love an audience.”
That makes sense. I turn around and straighten my shoulders, and the guy now sits behind his desk. His black boots are propped up on the surface, and his arms are behind his head, fingers intertwined with a relaxed and carefree look on his face. He’s got facial hair, but it’s not overdone-more like a five o’clock shadow following the curve of his sharp jawline. His black hair- thick and unkempt-looks like he hasn’t cut it in a while. I wonder if he has it that way on purpose or just doesn’t care. His baby-blue eyes are on mine, and he doesn’t look the least bit ashamed that I was embarrassed by what we walked in on.
“Blake, we finally meet,” he announces, giving me a smirk.
Should I know this man? I mean, I’ve heard Ryat mention him. I know he owns Blackout and has loaned us the apartment above the club, but that’s as far as my knowledge of him goes. I’ve pretty much stayed locked in the apartment these past few days.
“Blake, this is Tyson Crawford. Ty, this is my wife, Blake.”
My heart immediately starts racing at his name. I look up at Ryat with wide eyes, and he frowns down at me.
“Uh…” I clear my throat. “It’s nice to finally meet you,” I say, remembering my manners. “Thank you for letting us stay here.”
Oh my God! Does Sarah know he owns Blackout?
“Of course, anything for Ryat and his wife,” he says, standing from his chair and walking around it. Leaning back against the edge, he crosses his ankles over one another and his arms over his chest. His eyes dismiss me and go to my husband. “It’s all set. I have everyone who is on shift tomorrow up to speed on the situation.”
I frown. What is he talking about?
“Thanks, man. It should go smoothly, but just in case-“
“I understand,” he interrupts Ryat. “You can never be too careful with the one you love.”
“Yeah,” Ryat says through gritted teeth. “Anything on Matt?”
My ears perk up at that. This guy is a Lord, so he has to know Matt.
“No.” His response is clipped. “But there’s already word on the street-two of my guards heard a few guys talking about you taking out his chosen.”
Do you ever feel the air shift? Can you tell the moment that the vibe changes in the room? Because I can at this very second. The air gets thicker, the temperature hotter as the man’s mood shifts with the mention of what Ryat did. Or maybe it’s just me. Afraid of what will happen to my husband when Matt decides to make himself known.
Ryat smiles and lifts his chin a bit. He’s proud of himself. And a sick, twisted part of me is proud of him too. This man will do whatever it fucking takes to not only protect me but also love me. “He can’t hide forever,” he adds.
“Yeah, well, Matt is a piece of shit and deserves to be strung up in the middle of the cathedral where all the Lords can watch him slowly bleed to death,” Tyson states, the darkness in his voice making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
So much so that I reach up and rub the skin like it’s going to help.
“Oh, I’m going to teach him a lesson,” Ryat agrees, his voice just as threatening.
“I want to be there when you do it.” Tyson nods, the corner of his lips pulling back into a sadistic smile.
“Of course,” Ryat agrees.
“Let me know if you need anything else, brother.” Tyson reaches his right hand out, and Ryat shakes it. Tyson pulls him in for a manly handshake/hug and slaps his back with his free hand. “You two get some sleep tonight. You have a busy one tomorrow.”
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
RYAT
I UNLOCK THE door to the apartment. Stepping aside, I allow her to enter before me, and I shut the door, locking it behind me.
“You okay?” I ask her. It’s been a long night, and she’s had quite a bit to drink.
Nodding, she heads toward the master bedroom.
“Hey.” I follow her. “Talk to me.” I can tell something is on her mind.
“Tyson?” she asks about him, surprising me. Out of all the things that have happened this week and what’s going to happen tomorrow night, I doubted the man we walked in on fucking a woman was the last thing she’d question.
“What about him?” I wonder.
“He’s a Lord?”
Well, that gets my attention. He doesn’t wear his ring. Not anymore. Most don’t in public after graduation. Only when we have special occasions at the house of Lords. Otherwise, we prefer to blend in with whatever crowd were in. “Yes.”