Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“Why didn’t you kill him? He was fucking your wife.” It could have solved several of our problems with one less piece of shit after my wife.
“I didn’t give two shits about her then, and I give less now.” He shrugs. “If he kept her busy, she was out of my face. Plus, I could have killed you for the same thing.”
I sigh, hanging my head and ignoring that last part. I did what I did because I had to. It wasn’t like I wanted to fuck her. She gave me a choice, and I picked what I thought was best.
I try to think back if I have any more questions to ask him. I have a feeling he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. He will always look after and check on my wife.
He turns to the door. “Take care of her.”
“Wait,” I say, and he pauses. I look at her, she hasn’t moved, and then move my gaze back to him, frowning. “That’s the same thing her father said to me before I killed him.” I trail off thinking of what Bill just said about the day on the water. “I thought he meant the yacht.” I scratch the back of my head.
He chuckles. “He hated that damn thing. Isabella wanted it. Why do you think it was named after her?” The room grows silent, and he exits.
I close down my computer and walk over to the couch. Leaning over, I slide my arms under her and pick her up. She remains a lifeless doll all the way to our room, and I lay her on the bed, then gently undress her until she’s naked. I help her under the covers and undress myself before I get in beside her.
Her body is so warm, and I cuddle into her, holding her tight and kissing her forehead.
CHARLOTTE
I open my heavy eyes to see I’m lying in bed with Haidyn back in his room. Last I remember, we were in his office, and I lay on the couch because I could barely keep my eyes open.
Snuggling closer to him, he turns on his side, and I look up to see he’s already staring at me. “Why are you awake?” I whisper. What time is it? A quick look around tells me it’s still nighttime.
“I like to watch you sleep,” he admits shamelessly.
I understand what he means because I enjoyed watching him sleep that one time I woke up and he was next to me in his bed. “You need to rest,” I tell him.
His soft laughter makes his chest rumble against me. “I’ve got plenty of time for that.”
“Can I…?” My eyes drop to his Lords crest, trying to get the courage to ask what I want to know.
“Use your words, doll face,” he says, running his hand up and down my thigh that lies over his hip.
“What happened to your mother?” My eyes meet his.
He’s never talked about his mother or his father. But then again, Haidyn and I don’t have any conversations about his childhood. I don’t know what it was like, but I can guess it wasn’t pretty. I know what kind of man his father was from the one video Hudson sent me but nothing about his mother. So many secrets and lies have been uncovered in the last couple of weeks regarding my mother that I want to know about his. His father was such an awful man, but his mother had to have been good, right? For Haidyn to turn out how he did? To have a heart as big as he does.
“She left when I was ten,” he answers.
“Left?” like walked away from him and his father? That’s not an option. “The Lords regifted her?”
He rolls onto his back, and I run my hand over his hard chest, feeling the slow rhythm of his heartbeat. I go to move my leg off his waist, but his hand grabs my thigh, holding it in place.
“No. My mom was your typical Lady-did whatever my dad said and hated her life.” He sighs. “We had a house, but my father practically lived here at Carnage. All of our fathers chose this place over their homes. One morning, I woke up at our house, and she made me breakfast. Then she grabbed her bag that she had packed on the counter and just walked out the door.”
“But…in the Lords email I received, it said your parents were deceased.”
“My father treated her like shit,” he continues like I didn’t speak. “He wanted a big family of boys-an army, as he called it. I remember her being pregnant with their second child. I was so excited to get a brother. Complications during the pregnancy resulted in losing the baby. I remember words like hemorrhage and emergency hysterectomy. He hated her after that. Thought she was worthless.”
My chest tightens at his words, but I’m not surprised.
Turning onto his side once again, he reaches out and pushes a few strands of my hair behind my ear. “A part of me always thought that he killed her. He never seemed surprised that she didn’t come home that night. He went on with life like she was never there to begin with. I wasn’t sure until you told me that day in your kitchen that both of my parents were deceased. If the Lords know she’s dead, then my father killed her.”
I sit up, my chest aching. “Haidyn…I’m so sorry…I shouldn’t have??”
“Hey,” he sits up and places both hands on my face, giving me a soft smile. “Quit apologizing for something you had no control over, doll face.”
I swallow the knot in my throat. “I should have never told you??”
“I drugged you.” He interrupts me. “You couldn’t have lied even if you wanted to.” Placing his forehead on mine, he sighs. “I should be the one telling you I’m sorry, Charlotte.”
I shake my head, and he nods his. “Yes.” Pulling back, he searches my eyes and gives me a soft smile. “I’m sorry, Charlotte.”
“No,” I argue, not accepting his apology. I know what he did was wrong, but I also understand that this man saved me from a life damned to hell. Not all Ladies are as lucky as me. They don’t find a Lord who protects them, falls in love with them, would give their own life for them.
“No?” He chuckles, and I don’t understand how he can be laughing right now.
I frown, and he straightens his shoulders, taking in a deep breath. He pulls my face toward his, and his lips give me a soft kiss. “I’m sorry for everything I did, Charlotte.”
“I don’t care,” I say honestly. None of it matters. Not anymore.
He pulls back, and his eyes search mine as if to ask if I’m okay. How I can possibly dismiss it all. I love him. That’s what matters now. The why and how we got here doesn’t matter to me. It’s our future that does. Our marriage, our children, the life that we’re going to make.
“Charlotte-“
I cut him off by placing my lips on his, and he kisses me back without hesitation. He pushes me onto my back, and I spread my legs for him to kneel between them. My hands slide to his hair, and he lifts his hips as he adjusts his cock so he can fuck me.
Pulling my lips from his, I arch my neck and suck in a breath at the feel of his hard dick entering me. The growl from his lips vibrates my chest, and his lips go to my neck as I wrap my arms around him, clinging to him. “Please?” I beg, needing more of him.
“I know, doll face.” He places soft kisses on my neck as he begins to fuck me like the whore I want to be for him.
He’s rough. His hands move to wrap around my neck and my arms lay lifeless out to my sides, letting him have his way with me.
His pretty blue eyes are on mine, and I drown in them.
My husband has taught me that there are two different kinds of love in this world. The first is selfless-you would give your life for another person. He was willing to give his up for me so I could live mine. And I respect that, I really do, but if he ever tries to leave me again, I’ll stab him in both of his legs so he can’t walk or run. Because I’m not like Haidyn. I’m the second-selfish. I refuse to live a life where he isn’t by my side every day and lying next to me every night. He’s my husband…my Lord. We’re a team, and I’ll remind anyone who comes after us exactly that.
NINETY
HAIDYN
Isit at my desk while Kashton sits across from me at his and Saint stands in the middle of the room talking to Adam when the door to our office opens. Sin enters like he owns the place.
“Hey, Sinny.” Kashton smiles up at him, and Sin snorts at his nickname. “Have you decided to come home?”
“I’m here on Lords orders,” Sin states, and the air in the room instantly changes from light to heavy.
I stand, and so does Kashton.
“What kind of orders?” Saint questions.
“I was given an assignment last night to deliver a Lord to Carnage,” he answers, his eyes on Saint’s. “I have an hour left.”
“Who?” Kashton demands, knowing this isn’t going to end well.
Sin looks from Saint to Adam, and I stiffen when he speaks. “You.”
“What the fuck, Easton?” Kashton barks, coming out from behind his desk. Adam places his hand out on Kash’s chest, stopping him from taking Sin to the floor.
“This is my fault,” I growl. Adam was in hiding, and I brought him out when the Spade brothers called him to help save me. “I’ll speak to the Lords.”
Sin raises his shirt and removes his holstered gun from his belt. He sets it on Kashton’s desk. “I’m willing to tell them you refused to go, and I put a bullet in your head instead.”
Adam ignores Sin’s proposition to kill him. This isn’t a game. If Sin has an assignment, it has to be completed. Meaning we either take our brother in as a prisoner or we watch Sin kill him right here, right now.
Adam looks at me. “You didn’t make me kill our fathers.”
“No, but I should have…”
“I did what needed to be done in order to protect my sister,” Adam snaps before looking at Sin. “And I’ll do it again.” Then he turns to face Saint. “I’m sorry after all I did, I still failed her. And you.”
Saint swallows nervously, and I hope this isn’t his goodbye for good. He’s told me he’ll die before he turns himself over to the Lords in any way. He left that life behind years ago, and he’ll never go back.
“Wait. Wait.” Kashton raises his hands. “Let’s think about this for a second. We’ve got an hour.”
“That’s not enough time.” Saint growls. “You should have come sooner,” he barks at Sin.
“It’s fine,” Adam assures him. “I’ll go downstairs.”
“We’re not putting you in a cell.” I shake my head.
“We will if it’ll buy us time,” Kash argues.
I run a hand through my hair and sigh.
“I’ll go downstairs for now, and we’ll figure it out. Sin…” He picks up the gun and hands it back to Sin and nods to the door. He and Sin exit the office.
“This is bullshit!” Saint slams his hands on the desk when the door closes, giving us a few seconds to discuss what the fuck we’re going to do with our brother.
“I say we keep him locked up. I mean, whatever makes the Lords happy.” Kashton throws his hands out to his side. “Otherwise, he’ll always be on the run.”
Saint sighs and nods. “I agree. Ashtyn…wants him around,” he says tightly, letting us know that he’s still very angry with Adam but wants Ashtyn to have some sort of relationship with her brother.
“We’ll figure something out,” I assure them.
We make our way to the elevator, and right before the door closes, we hear a loud noise. “What the fuck was that?” Kash demands.
“Sounded like a fucking gun,” Saint growls, already hitting the button on the elevator to open the door before it can even come to a stop.
We all three rush out once it reaches the basement to see Sin on his knees, blood running from his busted nose, and Adam on the floor lying next to him.
Sin looks up at us, raising his empty hands as he speaks. “He took my gun.”
NINETY-ONE
HAIDYN
It’s a gloomy day at Carnage, and I’m not just talking about the weather. “Meet you at the Graveyard” by Cleffy softly plays from a small speaker.
I stand dressed in a suit and tie. My black Pradas sink in the muddy ground from the rain we’ve had for the past two days. I’ve always loved rainy days, but today is different. My heart is heavy as we say goodbye to our brother.
Ashtyn’s cries turn to sobs as Saint has to help hold her up. She and Adam were never close, but have you ever been given a second chance at something and have it taken away before you could see where it goes? That’s how she feels. Plus, with her pregnancy, her hormones are off the charts. She knows that Adam did what he thought was best for her, but she’ll never get to ask why.