Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

Being out in the cold helps me clear my thoughts. Especially after making the Diseased Cunt... I mean the Slutty Nun cum with the help of a bottle and a gun. I've been hard since then. And especially since we've been in the thrift store and had the change in front of me.

Even now, I'm still hard.

My head is fucking messed up because there's no way I'd be hard for the Slutty Nun. Probably because I hadn't fucked some bitch in...months. When I finish patrolling, I'm going to jack off and empty my balls. Then, I'll drive all the way to the Blood Lodge and fuck all the pornais. That should be more than enough to keep the intrusive thoughts out of my head.

Diva runs back and forth and I try to keep the pace with her.

But fuck if the Slutty Nun's cunt didn't smell fucking delicious.

I drag my palm down my face.

How can I think about fucking the Diseased Cunt when she is the one responsible for all my misery? But damn if she doesn't have the most amazing pair of tits I have ever seen.

I smack the side of my head with the heel of my palm before shoving some snow down my pants. My balls freeze almost immediately.

"Fuck!" I swear.

The snow crunches behind me and I turn on my heels. Tyson and Levi are staring at me with amused looks.

"Why the fuck are shoving snow in your pants?" Tyson asks.

My balls hurt like fucking hell. I probably deserve it for thinking about the Diseased Cunt. For fantasizing about having my cock down her throat just as I saw her swallowing Mose's dick. Tyson was right to buy her clothes that cover all her sexy curves. I'll make sure she wears only those because if she wears one of the dresses I picked up for her and she bends over and I catch a glimpse of her panties....

Jesus Fucking Christ. I need to go to the doctor and see if I have a brain tumor.

I take a cigar from my pack and light it. "It's all that Slutty Nun's fault," I snarl.

I'm not sure who I'm angrier with-me for not killing her when I had the chance and going from wanting to make her suffer until she takes her last breath to want to choke her on my cock, or her for fucking tempting me with her cunt, which might not be full of diseases, and her tits that are any man's dream come true.

Tyson takes out a cigar, too. "Yeah? What did she do now?"

She didn't shove her tits into my face and let me suck her nipples until they turned red and puffy. I shrug as I take a few puffs from my cigar. "Why are you with Puppy-Eyes?"

Tyson eyes Levi. "We've been talking."

Since when is Tyson talking to Puppy-Eyes? "What about?"

"Olivia," Levi replies. "And the way you and your blood-brothers are treating her."

I take a few drags from my cigar. "Do you see me sticking my nose in your shit? No, because I don't give a fuck about you and your pathetic life."

Levi folds his arm over his chest. "The only thing I care about is Olivia. You could die right now and I won't give a shit about it. Especially after what you and Tyson did to Olivia earlier in the kitchen. Who the fuck does that to a woman anyway?"

And he ain't seen shit. If he knew how Tyson and I tortured her, Puppy-Eyes would probably have a stroke.

Diva continues to run and sniff around. For a moment, I have the urge to tell her to rip off the balls of Puppy-Eyes. It will make me feel better, considering mine still hurt. I should have never put snow inside my pants but fuck, my mind is running wild.

"You are not here to care about how we treat the one who killed my sister and caused the premature death of my parents. I'll warn you for the last time, mind your damn business or go home."

Levi seems to measure me from head to toe. "You really think Olivia killed Camila?"

"We know she did it," Tyson replies.

Levi arches an eyebrow. "Right." He drags the i, letting me know he doesn't believe it. "And for what reason?"

I finish my cigar. "Camila found out Olivia was a cheating whore and went to confront her. They had a fight which ended with the death of Camila."

"And who told you this? Olivia?" Levi wants to know.

I don't have any reason to answer him but I want to make him see who the Slutty Nun is in reality. "Jason."

Levi stares at me like I'm stupid. "Jason? As in Olivia's brother, as in the man who destroyed Olivia's life and beat her on a daily basis and had countless men rape her? You believe whatever bullshit he said about Olivia?" Well, when he puts it that way.

"How do you know she was raped and not actually enjoying being fucked?" Tyson asks.

Levi blinks. "Are you two serious, or is stupidity running high in the family?"

"Don't make me destroy that fuckboy face of yours," I growl. "You either have solid proof she was being raped or else fuck off."

Levi pulls out his phone. "You want proof? I have something for you." He puts on a long video on the phone and hands it over to Tyson and me. "I hope you have the stomach for it because I had to stop it several times to vomit." The video is of the Slutty Nun at some Dukes' party. She is on her knees sucking cock after cock.

"This is the proof that shows how much she enjoys being a whore," Tyson snarls.

Levi shoves his hands in his pockets. "Just wait."