Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
Her hands fall from my hair and lay down by her side. She’s panting, eyes heavy, and perfect lips parted. “Tyson,” she whispers, arching her neck.
My eyes drop to her collar, and I smile, knowing she belongs to me. What started out as a symbol of ownership is now an oath of her devotion. She’ll never take it off. I may never turn it on again, but she’ll wear it regardless.
“Yeah, little darling?” I lower my lips to her slick neck and lick up to her ear before biting down on it.
She cries out, and her arms wrap around my torso to run her nails down my back. I reach between us and grab the base of my dick. I spread her legs wide open with mine and push into her soaking wet cunt, loving the way she tenses underneath me when a gasp falls from her lips.
“Fuck, Lake.” I groan, loving the way she lets me in. She’s so fucking tight that it takes my breath away.
Her legs shake as they cling to me, and I lean up, my hand wrapping around her slender neck, and pin her down while I start to fuck her. I’ve never been the kind of guy who wants to make love to his wife, and Lake isn’t the type of woman who wants her husband to go soft. She likes to be pushed to the point it’s painful. Her body comes alive for me when she gives me full control, and I love pushing her to see how far I can take it.
FIFTY-FOUR
TYSON
I walk downstairs, fresh out of the shower. I’ve been staying with Ryat and Blakely. I think it’s a way to keep an eye on me, but I don’t want to go home. We hadn’t been staying at our house for long but just the thought of going there, knowing I’ll be without my wife, makes me ill. Having to see her clothes in our closet makes me sick to my stomach. Or having to lie in our bed by myself while her pillow smells like her shampoo. I can’t do it.
So I’ve been here. Letting Blakely pretend to take care of me. She tries to get me to eat but I just push it around my plate while she watches like a hawk.
She never stops crying. I know she and Lake haven’t gotten really close over the last couple of months but the fact that she’s pregnant has also added to her emotional state.
I miss my wife, but I’m not going to sit around and cry about it. I’m going to make people bleed until I find her. I’ll let myself feel something other than rage once she’s in my arms again.
Entering their kitchen, I see a familiar face already sitting at the table. He pushes his full plate to the side. “I need to talk to you,” Gavin states.
I sit down across from him, and I watch Blakely cover her mouth at the smell of the food.
“I spoke to the coroner yesterday. He said that out of the ten bodies he received from the fire, only one was burned beyond recognition.”
“Which was?” I ask, but I already have an idea who he’s going to say.
“Who they assumed to be Bethany,” he answers.
I watched the cameras and saw my wife with Bethany in the cage before the fire started. They were still in there together when the fire took out the footage.
“Well, he just called me about thirty minutes ago with the DNA results.”
I sit up straighter, knowing that the Lords put a rush order on it. They want answers just as much as I do. “And?”
“They confirmed it was her.”
I bang my fisted hands on the table, making it rattle, and Blakely sucks in a deep breath. I was hoping that she was still alive. Bethany is the one who could lead me to my wife. But with her dead, I may never find Lake. I’ll never stop looking, little darling. Which also means that whoever was in on this wanted Bethany dead so she couldn’t tell anyone what really happened.
I thought this could be Lake’s father, but I’ve had eyes on Frank since the fire took place, and there’s nothing that would make me think he had a part in this. I’ve also had eyes on Miller. Colton, Alex, Finn, and Jenks are busy but haven’t seen one fucking thing. So if they are involved, they’ve got someone else doing it for them. I’m afraid if I go after either one of them, they’ll make sure she’s dead if she’s not already. As much as I want to kill them, I need them alive a little longer. Just until I find her. And if they had anything to do with this, they will burn as well.
“After Jimmy called me, I did some digging of my own,” Gavin goes on. “The night of the fire, a Bethany Pace was admitted to a private hospital, the psychiatric ward about thirty minutes outside of town.”
“I don’t understand,” Blakely says slowly. “You said DNA matched her body at the morgue.”
My heart starts to hammer in my chest. Ryat sits up straighter. “Do you have access to this facility?” he asks Gavin.
“Legally? No. But I know someone on the inside, and he can get us in.”
I jump up to my feet, the force making the legs of the chair scrape across the floor.
“I’ll drive.” Ryat jumps up as well. He’s kissing his wife bye, and I’m already heading toward his garage with Gavin.
Ryat enters behind us and grabs Blake’s keys to her SUV off the key ring.
FIFTY-FIVE
TYSON
We pull up to the back of the facility, and just like Gavin promised, a man waits for us. He lets us in.
“Where is she?” I demand, my heart is in my throat. I’m not sure what I’m more afraid of. It not being her, or it being her and seeing what kind of state she’s in. Why here of all places? If they wanted her hidden, they could have found better places to hide her. That’s what makes me think this is a trap, but it’s not going to stop me from falling right into it. Or it’s a way to keep me chasing my own tail. They don’t want her found. No, they want her to themselves. My biggest fear is that she’s already out of reach.
“She’s down here.” He points down the hallway that we enter. “Third door on the right.”
I barge into the room to find a brunette lying in a bed. All she wears is a hospital gown that’s open down the front. Her arms are down to her sides, brown leather cuffs wrapped around them to keep her restrained. Her legs are also pulled open with matching leather cuffs around her ankles. Another comes across her bare chest, pinning her down to the bed. She has bruises on her gorgeous face and a small tube down her nose. There’s no blanket to cover her up.
“La-ke.” My voice cracks when I run over to my wife. My hands cup her face, and her skin is ice cold. “Lake, little darling, I’m here. Wake up,” I say, shaking her a little bit but nothing. Her eyes are closed, and I pry them open to see they’re dilated. “What’s wrong with her?” I demand, letting go and starting to remove the restraints around her wrists. Ryat works on her ankles. Gavin picks up her chart that is attached to the end of the bed.
“They’ve got her sedated,” the guy who snuck us in answers.
“Why?” I snap, placing my arm under her back and lifting her limp body up to mine, trying to close the gown around her for what little warmth it may provide. “She’s freezing,” I bark out, and Ryat goes over to a cabinet. Opening the door, he finds a blanket and hands it to me to wrap around her.
“I don’t know. I’m not on her case,” the kid rushes out.
“Why didn’t you help her?” I demand.
“I couldn’t touch her.” He shakes his head quickly. “She has a very strict team that was assigned to her when she arrived. I wasn’t even aware of who she was until Gavin called me,” he urges. “They’ve had someone watching over her most of the time.”
“Get me the nurse who is here and assigned to her,” I snap at him. He turns and runs out of the room.
I lay her lifeless body back down, tucking the blanket up underneath her and running my hands up and down her to warm her up. “I’m here, Lake. I’m here.”
The door opens, and the guy returns with another man wearing blue scrubs. “You can’t be in here,” he growls, looking at her and then to us.
“Is her jaw broken?” Gavin asks.
My head swings to him. “Why the fuck would you ask him that?”
“Is her jaw broken?” he asks again, looking up at the man in scrubs.
“No,” he finally answers, squaring his shoulders as if he’s getting an attitude.
Gavin looks back down at her chart. “Then why is her jaw wired shut?”
“What?” I snap. I turn back to my wife and pull up her top lip, and my heart stops at what I see. It looks like braces. Individual brackets on her teeth with wires running up and down diagonally, keeping her upper teeth tied to her lower teeth.
“She was biting,” the guy responds. “Drew blood.”
I lift my head to look at him.
“Restraints?” Ryat growls. “She’s sedated, for fuck’s sake.”