Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
After my shift, I went upstairs and crawled into bed. Again, he didn’t bother to wake me up for sex. At this point, I’m not sure if this is a blessing or a punishment.
I’m still lying in our bed, ready for another boring day in. Reaching over, I pick up my cell off the nightstand to see it’s a little after noon. My sleep schedule has been screwed ever since I started working at Blackout. I’m up all night and sleep most of the day away. Which is fine. What else am I going to do?
Sitting up, I see the light to the bathroom is on underneath the door. Listening, I hear the shower running. I lie back down and roll onto my side, closing my eyes. They spring open the moment I hear a cell ding, alerting that a text message has been received.
I sit up once again and see his cell lighting up on the long dresser. Throwing off he covers; I rush over to it just as the screen goes black. I press the button to light it up and see he has a text without opening it.
RYAT: They found the girl’s body. It’s not good. I’m on my way to Blackout after I make a quick stop.
Girl’s body? Is this the missing girl? I haven’t seen anything about it on the news in a while. It was everywhere at first, but then it was like she was just forgotten. Why do Ryat and Tyson care what happened to her? Maybe Tyson doesn’t want any heat on the club and that’s where she was seen last, and Ryat is helping him out.
Biting my bottom lip, I allow the screen to go black once more. If Ryat is on his way here, that means Blakely is free. I need a day out with someone else. I’m suffocating here. I thought being locked up in my parent’s house for three years was torture, but this is a different kind.
Making up my mind before it’s too late, I grab his wallet next to phone. Opening it up, I remove his black American Express Centurion Card, and then close it really quickly. The sound of the water shutting off has me setting the wallet down, jumping back in bed, and placing the covers over my face. I tighten my hand around the card, roll onto my side, and shove my arm under the pillow to hide what’s in my hand.
I try to calm my breathing so he doesn’t hear me when he enters the bedroom. It’s so quiet in here. There’s a fan going, but it doesn’t make much noise.
I hear the bathroom door open, and I open my eyes to watch him in the mirror that hangs on the far wall. His back is toward me while he pulls on a pair of jeans. He picks up his cell, reads the text, and then replies before placing it in his pocket.
Then he’s pulling his shirt on. He grabs his wallet and goes to turn, and I close my eyes because if I can see him, he can see me. I gently push myself farther into the covers, but I pause when they’re being pulled down my body.
I hold my breath, trying not to move and give myself away. His fingers lightly touch the side of my face and run down my neck before going over my shoulder.
It’s the first time he’s touched me in days and my body instantly reacts to it. Heat covers my skin, and my thighs are clenching. It only took him a few weeks to train my body to want him. To need him. Just a little touch and my pussy is screaming to get laid. My body begs for that high that I imagine those addicted to drugs want to feel. We went from having sex multiple times a day to nothing.
Just when I’m about to pass out, he pulls the covers back up to my neck, and then I hear the bedroom door open and close. I suck in a deep breath and sit up, grabbing my cell off the nightstand. Who knows how much time I have before Ryat is here and leaves. Then Tyson will be back up here to check on me.
ME: Have any plans today?
I don’t have time to beat around the bush. Either Blakely is free to hang out or she isn’t. Plus, I want to ask her more questions about my sister. Nothing of what Blakely said in the bathroom at the house of Lords made sense. Whitney didn’t have a boyfriend. And a stalker? Who the fuck was stalking her, and how would Ryat know that? Tyson. He knew about it and must have told Ryat. But why?
She responds almost instantly. Her message is much more friendlier than mine was.
Blakely: Hey, girl. I don’t. What do you have in mind?
ME: Know of a good salon?
My phone rings and I see it’s her. Answering it, I keep my eyes on the door, hoping that Tyson doesn’t return. “Hello?”
“I thought this would be easier.” She gives a soft laugh. “But yes, I do. Although I’m not sure that they’ll have any appointments available for today.”
True. The hairdresser that my Mom took me to bleach my hair over time would be booked out well over six months. No way in hell would I go back to her. She’d call and tell my mother. My father will have a fit when he finds out I changed my hair back to brunette.
“What are you wanting to have done?” Blakely asks.
“I want to dye my hair.”
“Oh, I know someone who can do that. I promise, they’re good. I’ll make a phone call for you.”
“Okay.”
“I can be there in thirty minutes,” she says.
“Be where?” I ask.
“Blackout.”
“Oh, no. I’ll come to you,” I rush out.
She’s quiet for a long second before she asks, “Do you have a car?” Almost as if she already knew the answer but didn’t want to bring it up.
“No.” My shoulders slump. I mean, I do but it’s at my parents’. I refuse to go anywhere near there. I’m going to avoid my father as much as I can. My luck, they’ve already sold it anyway. “But I’ll Uber to you,” I say. I can’t afford to waste the time it’ll take her to get here. Plus, her husband will be here soon. I don’t want to take the chance of her going to Tyson’s office to say hi to Ryat before I even get a chance to escape. Her presence will raise too many questions.
“Are you sure? It’s no problem at all.”
“Positive. Send me your address, and I’ll be there shortly.”
We hang up, and I go to order an Uber. I have to add a card because I’ve never had an Uber account before, so I add Tyson’s that I have in my hand. Once done, I hold it up, looking at it. Why does he even have a black AMEX? I know most Lords have these cards. My father has one himself. But not all Lords are filthy rich. Surely, Tyson doesn’t make enough money owning this club. Hell, he even lives in an apartment above it. But he does have that gorgeous house. What could he possibly do on the side that would warrant him having it? Not just anyone can get one. These come with a lot of requirements. Maybe it’s fake. Or maybe all Lords have one and that’s how the Lords track their purchases? Hell, if I know. But I’m willing to test it.
My cell goes off and I look down to see Blakely sent me a text.
Blakely: She can get you in at 3.
That’s in three hours.
ME: That’s perfect. Gives us some time to buy me a new car.
Let’s test this baby out.
TYSON
I’m tracking my wife on my computer when my office door opens, and Ryat enters. “What did you find out?” I ask, giving him my attention.
He drops a folder on my desk. “She was found three days ago.”
I frown. “Three? Why haven’t we heard anything about it? Collin was just in here a couple of night ago wanting the surveillance.”
Ryat sits down on the couch. Leaning back, he fans his arms across the top cushions, getting comfortable. “I’m guessing that was more of a pleasure visit. Not work related.” He smirks and my teeth grind.
But why would Collin be here when he knew my wife was with me at the house of Lords?
“Anyway,” he continues. “The investigation will remain open as a missing persons case, but between you and me, they’ve called off the search. Per her father’s request.”
“So they want the world to think that they haven’t given up on her even though her body has been recovered? The question is why?”
“Because they don’t want the world to know what really happened to her.” He nods to the envelope.
“I’m not sure how they’ll be able to hide it. She’s been plastered on every news outlet and social media platform there is.” I open up the envelope and remove the stack of pictures, placing them out on my desk. “How did you get your hands on all this?” I ask.
“Judge Gregory owes me a handful of favors. I called one in.”
I’ve seen a lot of disgusting things in my life, but I’ve never seen a young woman so brutally tortured before. “Someone didn’t want her identified.”
“They removed her teeth,” Ryat speaks, obviously already having gone through these pictures. “They were pulled, not knocked out. All ten fingers had been dipped into some kind of liquid. Guessing acid. Maybe.”
“No fingerprints,” I say more to myself than to him. But why?