Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
Bill is right. If my mother knows it’s an ambush, who knows what she’ll do to Haidyn after what I’ve seen him go through in the videos the Lords sent me. I look up at Kashton. “It’ll be okay,” I say, nodding. I promised Bill that I could do whatever it takes, and I meant that. “We’re all here for the same reason,” I remind him.
I take a step back from Kashton to test the waters. Thankfully, he doesn’t follow me. He fists both of his hands, and his jaw sharpens as he looks over at Saint. Adam runs a hand down his face, and the others just stare, as if they’re waiting for the sign to attack Bill and drag me back to them.
Bill opens the passenger side door to a sedan.
“Charlotte?” Kashton calls out, and I stay where I’m at as he walks toward me. He reaches into his leather jacket and removes a gun from his shoulder holster. Pulling back the slide, he cocks it-chambering a bullet and holds it out to me. “Do you know how to use a gun?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t ask questions. Just point and shoot. Don’t stop until you run out,” he orders me, then his eyes slide over my head to glare at Bill before returning to mine.
I smile, remembering the second time I pulled a gun out on Haidyn in his living room, and he said practically the same thing. “Got it.” I take the gun from him.
“It’s loaded and has a factory safety delete-meaning there is no safety. So be careful. Don’t shoot yourself.”
I nod. “Thank you.”
Then I turn and slide into the passenger seat. Turning, I see them all watching as Bill closes my door and gets in, starts up the car, and drives away. I rest my head against the headrest and close my eyes, sighing.
“11 Minutes” by YUNGBLUD and Halsey softly fills the speakers, and my eyes start to sting.
“How long have you known about Dollhouse?” I ask, needing conversation. I’m tired of living in my head.
“Since before your father passed. Your mother has been running it for years. After she passed her assignment her senior year at Barrington.”
“Saint told me…” I bow my head and stare at the gun in my lap. “That Haidyn killed my father.”
Bill nods. “He did.” Then he quickly looks over at me. “But your father knew he was coming. Trent fucked up and knew the Lords would send someone after him. He was Haidyn’s initiation. I was on the deck with your father when Haidyn walked out onto it. Your father suspected it was him because we were…acquaintances with the Spade brothers and knew that their sons were in the middle of initiations. Plus, Haidyn wasn’t on the attendee list for the party.”
“What did he do?” I ask, running my sweaty hands on my jeans, wanting to know. My mother never wanted to talk about my father’s death. She said it was too painful.
“Haidyn took a second. He paused…” His eyes slide to mine quickly. “It was you.”
“Me?” I frown.
He laughs softly. “Haidyn saw you with your friends. You were laughing and drinking champagne. You caught his attention, and he watched you long enough that he forgot why he was there.”
Haidyn had seen me that night? Why hasn’t he told me that? I never knew he was there. Or that he had seen me before our first meeting at Carnage. Not until he left me the video…back in my life.
“Your father didn’t want there to be a scene.” He goes on. “Because although he knew Haidyn was there for him, he didn’t know how he would do it. Usually, the order is to make it messy. And he didn’t want you to see it happen. So he walked over to you, hugged your friend, kissed your cheek…he put himself in Haidyn’s line of sight to get his attention back on him. It worked, and Haidyn followed him to his office.”
“Where he shot him,” I whisper, lowering my eyes to my lap again, and I stare at the gun that Kashton gave me. I wonder how many people he’s used it on. How many lives it’s taken. Were they all Lords? Did they all deserve it?
“You can’t blame Haidyn for doing what he was brought up to do, Charlotte. Otherwise, you’d have to take a look in the mirror.”
I run a hand through my hair and stare out the window at the passing trees and sink into the warm seat, knowing he’s right. “We’re all evil,” I mumble. “I killed someone and never considered who they left behind.”
He chuckles. “We live in a world that’s kill or be killed. You just have to be the first one to pull the trigger.”
HAIDYN
I’m standing on my wraparound porch outside my bedroom, looking over the woods. It’s the middle of the night, and I have a cigarette in my right hand. My cell in my left. I have the sliding glass doors open to my room behind me. It’s a beautiful night. It’s been raining for hours, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to let up anytime soon.
The moans and whimpers get my attention, and I turn around to see Charlotte in the bedroom.
I put out the cigarette on the railing and enter the room. She’s gasping while she wiggles in the ropes that bind her in the ball-like position while she hangs from the ceiling. I told her that day at Carnage I was going to string her up and have a cigarette while cum leaked from all her used-up holes. Like the worthless whore she was meant to be. Tonight was the night.
I wouldn’t say she’s worthless, though. She serves a purpose. One that gets me off. Fuck, I can’t get enough. The moment I’m done, I can go again. And again. She’s been living with me at my house for three days now, and I don’t plan on letting her leave anytime soon.
I walk over to her pussy and ass. She’s got a vibrator in both. I turn them up on my phone loving the way her hoarse voice carries throughout the room. Her knees are bent to her chest, making sure they’re both easily accessible. Her arms are around her legs, secured at the back of her bent knees.
Then I move to where her head hangs and run my fingers over her parted lips. “You look more beautiful than I imagined,” I say softly, and her heavy eyes open. Her pretty face is covered in her drool, tears, and my cum.
I fucked her cunt first-she came twice.
Then her mouth-that way, she could taste herself on me. I wanted to remind her how much she enjoyed it.
Saved her ass for last.
“Hai-dyn?” She gasps, her small body trembling in the ropes.
“Yeah, doll face?” I ask, my hand moving to rest at the back of her head, and I lift it a little so her watery eyes can meet mine while I look down at her. “Tell me what you want, Charlotte.”
She licks her lips like an obedient toy needing to be played with. “Please?” she begs.
“You just love being used, don’t you?” I laugh softly, and she squeezes her eyes shut tightly.
I slap the side of her face. “Eyes open, doll face.”
Her eyes pop open, and she sticks her tongue out, staring heavily at my jeans. My cock is right at eye level with her. I unzip my jeans and pull out my hard dick with a smile.
She’s been hanging here for quite some time now. After I was done with her ass, I took a shower and had a cigarette. So I’ll give her what she’s so sweetly begging for, then I’ll untie her, give her a bath, and put her in bed for the night. Then I’ll start my day tomorrow using her again.
I open my heavy eyes and look around. All I see is darkness. So I close them again. Wanting to get back to when I was with Charlotte. When she was mine and I was hers. And we had more time. I kept thinking that the hourglass was going to run out, and it has. All I can do is hope that my brothers are keeping her safe, even if that means locking her up in the basement.
Her mother can’t get to her. Not now. Not ever. What Isabella and that piece of shit boy toy of hers will do to my wife is far worse than anything they can put me through.
My shoulders scream and my back aches as I hang from the ceiling with my arms above my head by the chains. It’s their go-to position. It keeps you the most vulnerable. They can get to your front and your back at any time.
I’ve lost count of how long I’ve been in this position, but once again, my hands have gone numb. They came in, dragged me out of bed, and strung me up, then left me in the dark.
The door squeaks open, and I flinch at the harsh light that fills the room, rapidly closing and opening my eyes. So much for getting back to dreaming about my wife. A cart is pushed into the room, and on it sits a syringe that is already filled.
Isabella enters and picks it up. “Tilt his head back,” she orders.
My hair is grabbed and yanked back forcing me to look up at the ceiling. Then I feel a prick in my neck.
Next, my arms are free, and I drop to the concrete floor like a dead weight. I groan, rolling onto my side and the lingering pain. Fuck!
“Get him dressed. Meet me outside,” she orders as if I can’t do it myself.
“Come on, Spade.”
I’m lifted to my feet, and two men hold me up under my arms while another helps get my jeans on. Then they dress me in a T-shirt and shoes. I don’t know why I’m all of a sudden getting to wear clothes, but I’m not going to argue. I’m tired of being so damn cold. The stuff that they pump into me through my IV always has me freezing.
Thankfully, I’m able to walk on my own, which is surprising, considering I have no clue how long I’ve been caged in that concrete room with very little food and water.