Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“Like what?”
“Lake,” I growl.
“You going to kill him?” She gives a rough laugh.
“If need be.”
Her laughter stops, and her lips thin. “Don’t be stupid, Tyson. You just said so yourself, he’s a cop.”
“I’ve killed more important men for less.” I shrug carelessly. Walking over to her, I reach out and run my hand through her bleach-blond hair. Her large blue eyes look up into mine at my confession. “We both took a vow that you belong to me and I to you. That means I will eliminate anyone who I think may be a threat to our marriage.”
“But you’re free to fuck whoever you want,” she snaps, referring to Bethany.
I still haven’t informed my wife that she’s the only woman I’ll be fucking. And I don’t plan to. I like her jealous. I don’t see how sleeping around on her proves anything. The point is that she belongs to me. Besides, her cunt, mouth, and ass are all I’m going to need. “Just stay the fuck away from him. And if he comes in here, you tell me. Understand?” I’m busy when the club is open. I don’t have time to sit and watch the cameras a hundred percent of the time. It’s never bothered me until now. Especially after what I saw last night between her and Bethany.
She glares at me for a long second but finally nods. “Understood.” Turning, she starts to walk off but pauses once more and faces me. “Why haven’t you asked me about the girl?”
“What’s there to ask?” I avoid her question.
“If I spoke to her? Who I saw her with?”
“None of that matters.”
“Of course not. If you’re not a Lord in this world, no one gives a fuck about you.” With that, she turns and stomps off to head back upstairs.
* * *
She’s avoided me most of the day. After she came down when the cops were here, she went upstairs and hid from me in our apartment. I’ve had too much to do to chase her down or to care whether she’s mad at me.
It’s now eleven and I just realized that she didn’t come into my office before her shift started. She’ll get punished for that. I highly doubt she forgot like I did. She’s just trying to prove a point. Well, I’ll prove my own.
I stand at the railing on the breezeway on the second floor, looking down over the club. My eyes are on my wife. It’s after midnight and we’re packed. I stepped out of my office for a breather. I see someone walk up out of the corner of my eye and look over to see it’s Ryat. He looks down to where I was looking and sees Lake laughing at a table with five men sitting at it.
Ryat pulls a sucker out of his mouth, leaning his forearms on the railing. “You let her wear that?”
“It’s her uniform,” I answer.
“Yeah.” He sucks on the sucker once more before pulling it free from his mouth. “I get why you’re doing it, but how are you doing it?”
I push off the railing and turn to face him.
He shrugs at my silence. “Even before I loved my wife, she was mine. And I don’t like anyone seeing what belongs to me.” He pulls his cell out of his pocket to reply to a text he just received, and I turn back to look down at my wife.
She’s bent over, her face in front of the guy’s face while he says something to her. I know the music is loud and she can’t hear what he wants to order, but it makes my fingers curl around the railing. I’m supposed to put her on display. That’s the point of what I’m doing. But Ryat is right. I don’t like how close he is to her. Or how when she pulls back and walks away, his eyes are on her ass while his friends smile, all of them knowing exactly what he’s thinking about.
I push off the railing and stomp off to my office. Ryat enters behind me.
“Why are you here?” I ask, picking up the remote to my cameras and placing them on the big screen to watch my wife.
He leans over and looks up at the TV hanging on the wall above his head. Once he sees what I’m watching, he straightens and smirks at me.
Dick.
“I was on my way home and thought I’d drop by.” He finally answers.
I pull my cell out of my pocket and send her a text.
My office. Now.
Setting it on the desk, I watch her on the camera, seeing her cell light up on the counter next to the server station. She reads over my message and then places it back on the bar, picks up her tray, and walks over to the table where the guys are seated, ignoring me.
Okay, Lake. Let’s play the game your way.
“What are you doing out this late?” I ask him.
“Had to stop by the house of Lords,” he answers vaguely.
I nod, knowing that’s all I will get from him. Ryat and I have always been close since his freshman year, and I was a senior. But we’re not girls who share everything.
His cell rings, breaking the silence, and he answers. “Hello?” He nods to himself. “I just stopped by Blackout for a second. I’m about to leave and will be home soon. Need me to stop and get anything for you?” He listens as the person-I’m guessing his is wife-on the other end speaks. “Love you.” He hangs up and stands. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
TWENTY-TWO
LAIKYN
I’m avoiding my husband. I’m mad at him, and although my ass reminds me that he’s probably going to spank me once again, I just don’t care.
How can he be mad at me for something I did years ago, when he’s fucking other women now? That doesn’t make any sense to me. I guess it doesn’t have to. He’s Tyson and does whatever he wants. I’m Laikyn, who has to obey her husband’s every demand.
The club has closed, and I’m standing at the end of the bar counting out my tips. I’m really surprised at how much I make here. And Tyson hasn’t taken my money away. Yet. Which means there’s hope that I can put some away for a rainy day if I ever get the chance to run away from this place and this life. I’ve always dreamed of something different.
I hear laughter and look over my shoulder to see four guys walking through the empty club, talking to one another. They make their way across the dance floor and over to the round booth where Tyson always sits while we’re cleaning up. He hasn’t even looked my way.
He’s proving a point. I know he saw that I read his text and chose to ignore it. My punishment will come later when we’re alone.
“Fuck, those guys are all fine.” A cocktail waitress by the name of Starla sighs. She hasn’t spoken directly to me, and she’s not now either.
Bethany snorts. “They’re all pretty much spoken for. So don’t waste your breath.”
“They can choke me any day,” Starla goes on. “Especially Colton Knox.”
I watch them all slide into the booth and talk to Tyson, wondering what they’re saying and who they are. Why is he allowing them in here after hours? I haven’t seen them here before, so I know they don’t work at the club.
“He’s definitely not available,” Bethany tells her.
“What? He’s a fuckboy. He’s not saving himself for marriage.” She snorts.
“He’s secretly in love with his stepsister.” Bethany rolls her eyes. “Everyone knows this. And Alex is in love with his high school sweetheart. That’s how they got their job working for Tyson to begin with.”
“They’re Lords?” I ask without thought.
Bethany and Starla both spin around to look at me. Their eyes narrow as if they had no clue I was standing right by them. I’m used to that-being invisible.
“No,” Starla answers, surprising me. “They work for a Lord. There’s a difference.”
I nod as if I understand. But I don’t. What does this Alex guy and his girlfriend have to do with Blackout and Tyson?