Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
I pull my lip back at his pet name for her. I’m not one to kink shame because I like some fucked-up shit, but the fact that he’s calling his ex-girlfriend’s mother, Mommy grosses me out. Sliding his hand into the V of her dress, he grabs her breast and leans over, kissing her.
“You fucking??”
“All a part of my plan.” She interrupts me, pulling away from him. “I made sure she had you as an assignment, but it wasn’t going anywhere.” Rolling her eyes, she continues. “Then Ashtyn returned, and you left-Benny almost fucked all of that up. I wasn’t sure what to do. But Hudson came up with an excellent idea. He called his friend and had him follow Annabelle while she sat outside of your house. He waited for her to leave, pulled her over, and roughed her up before taking her to jail. Where the only person she thought she could call was him.” She smiles, and I’m shaking, staring at the fucking bastard. I should have killed him in her kitchen, but I was too concerned with waking up my wife. “You, of course saw her car and made the call to look into her. You couldn’t resist wanting to see her once you realized who she was.” He lights a cigarette and hands it to her. “You’re a fucking soldier, Haidyn, but you have too big of a heart.” She frowns, taking a drag. “It’s not a good quality in a Lord but predictable. After everything you did for your brothers and then Ashtyn, I knew you wouldn’t be able to turn down a damsel in distress. So…he roughed her up a little bit and sent her back to you.”
“We have a deal,” I grind out.
“Oh, I’m a woman of my word. You remain here; she remains untouched.”
Hudson laughs. “Well, I wouldn’t say untouched.” He smiles at me. “I’ve enjoyed watching everything you’ve done to her. After seeing how much she liked it, I have plans for her.”
I yank on the chains, making them rattle along with the cuffs, trying to pull them from the floor, but I’m too weak. “You touch her…”
“You left her vulnerable. The poor bitch actually fell in love with you.” He laughs. “I’ll sweep in, pick her up, and give her a shoulder to cry on. Slowly, I’ll take over her mind. It won’t be hard to break her, not after what you did to her. But don’t take my word for it. I’ll have the chance to prove it when she moves in here.”
I look at Isabella, waiting for her to say something. To elaborate on what he means by moves in here. Our deal was me, not her. If he drags her here, then she’s breaking it.
“Do you know how the Lords started?” She tilts her head in thought with a smirk on her face.
I don’t answer. There are theories, but nothing has ever been proven. I never cared to dig into it because I knew I’d never get the truth. And what the fuck would it change? Nothing.
“All men are the same. They think because they have a dick, they own the world. But what if I told you that women started the Lords centuries ago?”
Hudson laughs as if it’s a joke, and she glares up at him. He begins to cough, trying to cover it up. I say nothing.
“See…look at you right now.” She crosses one leg over the other. “Chained up like a dog.”
My cuffed hands fist.
“Do you really think a man would put another man in this position?” She throws her head back laughing. “You go through three years of initiations to weed out the weak. You’re told you can’t fuck. What man would decide to go without pussy for so long?” She takes another hit from the cigarette. “Women run this fucking world, but we have to let men think they’re the ones in control. Without us, your legacy would die. Your name forgotten.” She chuckles. “Part of the rules-everyone must serve. You are put to the test. Fight to your death sort of speak. Our daughters have to spread their legs…” She shrugs. “As if that’s hard to do. But you, the men…three years without sex and then given someone to fuck? You’re like a kid on Christmas morning. You parade her around like the trophy you’ve won, and it makes you feel like a man again.”
This isn’t my senior year at Barrington, and she’s not my chosen. I knew Charlotte was her daughter the moment I found out her true identity. I wanted revenge and saw an opportunity. Even though I knew it was a setup. I couldn’t deny I wanted her since the day I saw her on her father’s yacht.
Four years ago
I was kept in a cell-starved and drugged-for who knows how long. Four men had entered, and I didn’t even bother to fight. What’s the point? I’m not saying I’m giving up, but I refuse to give that bitch the satisfaction of watching me lose a fight when she’s stacked the odds against me.
I woke up after that, thinking I was buried alive. I couldn’t see, my nose was plugged, and I couldn’t move-the space so small. The only source of oxygen was through a tube that I could feel in my mouth. At times the airflow was cut off, forcing me to panic, no matter how hard I tried not to. I was burning up-my body on fire and sweating to death. I’m pretty sure I was hallucinating, unable to see or hear anything and unable to control the body spasms.
I knew it was the pits. I don’t know how long I was in there-felt like days-but I eventually lost consciousness, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital bed.
Now, I’m returning to the basement for more torture, more training.
I’m shoved through the plastic curtains by the Lords who remain covered in cloaks and masks. I immediately come to a stop. Saint and Kashton both hang from their tied wrists secured to the ceiling in the center of the room. It’s the first time I’ve seen either one of them since Ashtyn shot my brother. How long has it been…days, weeks, months? Time doesn’t exist down here. At least they’re both alive.
Kash looks like fucking shit. Bruised, cut, and bleeding, he’s on the brink of death. His skin ashen and breathing labored. Scanning Saint’s body, I see he’s got a fresh 666 brand not far from his bullet wound. He hasn’t been down here long. Maybe a day. At the most two.
“Oh, you’re back.” The bitch turns and smiles at me. Slapping Saint’s fresh brand, he grunts. “Told you Haidyn would be okay,” she tells him.
“What do you want?” I ask. It’s a stupid question, but for us to finally be seeing each other, there has to be a reason. It’s all about mind games with her.
“I’m here to teach you to be men.”
Kash snorts and spits blood from his busted lips onto the floor.
“I feel like we’ve gotten off to a rough start. Let me introduce myself. My name is Isabella, but you can call me Costello.”
“Fuck you, bitch.” Kash groans, his head falling back to look up at his restrained wrists as his body hangs from the ceiling. “I’m not calling you shit.”
She sighs, shaking her head. “Do you know why I chose to move into this hellhole for six months?”
We say nothing, and she steps into me. I bow my chest and fist my hands that want to rip her head from her body. Too many of her men are here, and they outnumber us. Kash looks as weak as I feel, and who knows how Saint feels since his surgery or what they’ve done to him.
“I wanted to be part of making the next generation of Spade brothers “good boys,” but the real reason is for revenge.”
Giving me her back, she claps her black Versace heels on the concrete floor, splashing the puddles of blood and water as she walks over to a rolling cart that contains scissors, knives, and pliers. “You…” She picks up a knife, running her fingers up and down the rusty-looking blade, and her red lips turn up. “Killed my husband.”
“Fucking…lying…bitch.” Saint gets out, finally speaking. “The Lords wouldn’t allow you to come here for revenge.”
“As you’ll learn during our time together, I can be very convincing.” Her smile grows. “They knew I’d get the job done. Plus, revenge is the best motivation.”
I slowly approach her, and she doesn’t even flinch as she tilts her head up to meet my glare. “If I did kill your husband, he deserved it.”
Her face turns red, and she slices the blade against my upper thigh, cutting me.
I grind my teeth. “Goddammit.” I hiss under my breath, placing all my weight on the other as I assess the damage, watching the blood run down my leg. It’s not deep or anything. My main concern should be an infection due to how filthy it was.
“When I leave Carnage, you will remember Isabella Schults as the one who taught you how to be men.”
“Schults?” I repeat out loud, my pulse starting to race as I recognize it. Fuck, our initiation last year…the yacht that was named Isabella, and her husband owned it.
“Let them down.” She waves her hands toward Saint and Kash. “Put them in the pits. They deserve a time-out.”
“No!” I growl, and she turns to face me once again.
She holds the tip of the nasty bloody knife to my neck, and my nostrils flare as my eyes look down my nose at her. “You want me? I’m right fucking here.” I won’t make my brothers pay for something I did. Especially when I was just following orders from the Lords.
“We’re only sixteen days in, Haidyn. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
My shoulders are screaming from my arms being pulled behind my back, and my knees are killing me from kneeling on the concrete. Her voice is making my ears ring. I just want to go back to my room. “What does that have to do with Charlotte?” I snap.
Isabella’s eyes narrow at her daughter’s fake name. She stands and takes the few steps, closing the space between us. “She was always meant to be great.” Holding her arms out wide, she adds, “Annabelle will one day take over for me. And you will answer to her.”
“To us,” Hudson adds.
My eyes shoot to his and back to hers. Bill told me that Charlotte wouldn’t be happy with what the Lords give her if she fulfills her assignment. But he never said what it was. Hell, I still don’t know what Isabella’s talking about exactly.
She gives me a soft smile. “She will marry Hudson.”
I shake my head. “She’ll never do it.” I leave out the fact that Charlotte is my wife. I’ll save that for another day. Since I’m going to be here until the day I die.
She throws her head back, laughing. “You think I’ll give her a choice?” My chest tightens at the thought of her not having any control over her life. After everything she went through, she’ll hate where she ends up. It was for nothing. “But just like you and the other Spade brothers, Hudson and I will prepare her to take over here when I’m done. And she will do whatever the fuck she is told to do.” Her eyes look me up and down with a smirk. “Something tells me she won’t be as hard to train as you and your brothers were.” Smiling, she turns and goes to walk hand in hand with Hudson.
“How many?” I ask, my heart now racing, knowing the shit that she’ll put her own daughter through.
Charlotte is strong but not that strong. I will burn this place down to the ground with both of us in it before I sit back and watch this bitch train my wife. All I can do is hope that my brothers keep her hidden from the world.