Chapter 142


    142. Jasper


    Rueben has been on the edge of madness since the day I met him, but what I failed to see is that


    Tyson is allowing his demon to slowly consume him as well. Olivia is not the only one to have scars,


    her soul is bleeding, but I don’t know if the ones Tyson and Rueben have will ever heal.


    Olivia looks at me with hollow eyes, absolute terror shining in them, her face covered in bruises. Not


    only her face but her body as well, dried blood caked all over her skin. She is tied to the bed naked, the


    nket fallen on the floor.


    Rueben is not aware I know of his n to lead us on, promising us we will someday have a bonded,


    while taking us to the Blood Lodge to f u c k pornais there so that we won’tin. I suspect Tyson


    and Ansel don’t care if we have a wife and children, but Mose and I do. This is why I organized the hunt


    to force Rueben into epting a woman into our home, but never did I suspect Tyson would torture


    her, breaking his promise to me.


    “Jasper-


    I put my right hand in the air, letting him know I don’t want to hear his bullsh i t excuses for why he did


    what he did to


    her. He falls silent.


    The house is colder than the barn. Did he turn off the heat as well?


    “I don’t know what the f u c k your deal is or what trauma you have from childhood, but if I see one


    more bruise on her, I will grill your snakes over the barbeque and eat them in front of you,” I threaten


    him.


    “She is nothing to us, so why are you acting like she is our woman?” I shrug, because I don’t know if I


    can make him understand that I have a thing for broken things. This is why I like to work with animals


    who have been abused. Tyson keeps talking, “She is just a w h o r e who probably has a ton of STDs.


    She is not worth fighting over. Besides, have you forgotten she killed Cam? Rueben will never forgive


    her. The moment he’s done with his sick n, he will kill her, and there is nothing you or anyone else


    can do about it since he is our leader.”


    I pinch the bridge of my nose.


    This entire situation is all my fault. If I had never gotten the bright idea to take part in one of Mky’s


    hunts, Olivia would not be here, but with some blood-brothers who wanted her as their bonded. The


    thought doesn’t sit well with me, because I want to see her blossom under my care and turn from a


    caterpir into a beautiful butterfly.


    “Regardless of what she did, you can’t take justice into your own hands.”


    “But I can when ites to the Dukes?” Tyson asks.


    I turn to face him. “It’s different.”


    “It’s the same thing.”


    “For crying out loud, she is a woman!” Specifically, my woman, I bought her with my money from


    Mky but made the stupi d mistake of saying she was a Christmas gift for Rueben.


    I will find a way to im her for myself. Not as a bonded, but as a project, I want to find out what made


    her put an


    end to Cam.


    142 Jasper


    Tyson arches an eyebrow. “Are you saying we should stop punishing b i t c h e s just because they


    have a hole between their legs?”


    Despite using the EpiPen twice, my head feels like it will explode at any moment. Ever since


    Christmas, I have been wondering how walnuts got into my food when we keep none in the house.


    Something tells me Tyson is involved somehow, but I can’t use him without proof.


    “So, forturing her to death is your way of making her pay for something that didn’t affect you?” I


    question him.


    “You don’t understand,”


    “I understand more than you think,” I say and go over to the bed-causing a whimper toe from


    between Olivia’s parted lips-and undo the cuffs.


    “What are you doing?” Tyson asks as I pick her up.


    Despite how cold the house is, Olivia is burning up. Beneath all the bruises, her cheeks are feverishly


    red. “Taking her


    to my room.”


    The f u c k? Rueben will never agree with her being in our house. Neither will I, Ansel nor Mose.”


    For a man who writes romance books for women, he sure hates them.


    “Fine,” I say as I walk out of the room with Olivia and take her to the master bedroom. Tyson follows us.


    “I will move


    in here with her.”


    I gentlyy Olivia on the bed and go over to the walk-in closet to see if there are clothes left. Some old


    shirts belonging to me hang from coat hangers, I grab one and step out of the closet.


    “She is a f u c k i n g w h o r e, are you willing topromise the link we have because of her?” Tyson


    wants to know.


    “Youpromised the link the moment you lied about taking care of her while I was sick because


    someone put. walnuts in my food,” I snarl, letting him know I am getting tired of arguing with him.


    Tyson puts on a guilty face, confirming my suspicions of him tampering with my food.


    “I only tried to learn what she knows about Carlos,” Tyson tries to justify his actions.


    “There are other ways, better ways,” I say as I push him out of the room and lock the door, not wanting


    him to bother


    me right now.


    I walk over to the bed, and Olivia tenses, tears pooling in her eyes.


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    “No need to be afraid of me, Little Love,” I say as I take her in my arms and carry her to the bathroom.


    A bench is in the shower, and I help her sit before I take off my clothes and turn on the hot water. “After


    I get you clean, I will ask Mose to take a look at you. I am worried about your fever. How many days


    have you been feeling sick?”


    Olivia doesn’t reply, and when I crouch in front of her, she flinches. She might have taken the life of


    Rueben’s sister, but she deserves the chance to repent and win Rueben’s forgiveness.


    142. Jasper


    I cup her left check with my palm. Her chin trembles, and tears spill down her checks. I kiss them away,


    her skin hot and salty beneath my lips. “I won’t hurt you,” I try to assure her, but her eyes, dark amber


    like whiskey, let me know she doesn’t trust me. More than that, she fears me.


    She shivers, and I don’t know if it is because of the cold or because she is terrified I will do something


    to her. I have never worked with people who have trauma, and it’s clear Tyson has traumatized her, but


    I will use what I learned. since I started working with horses to make her trust me.


    I won’t let her know of my intentions because no matter how many promises I make, she won’t believe


    them, but actions speak louder than words.


    She is mine, and if Tyson or Rueben don’t like it, they can get the f u c k off of my farm. I have lost


    blood-brothers before, I will survive this time as well, but what I won’t tolerate is for women, regardless


    of their past, to be abused in my home.


    When the water is warm, I grab the shower handle and hold it above Olivia while I grab the bottle of


    shower gel and open it. Even if we rarely have guests, I make sure the guest house is clean and


    always stocked with supplies.


    I slowly remove the blood from her body, and when I reach her p u s s y, I ask her to open her legs for


    me. She hesitates a few moments before doing as I ask and looks away from me as she coughs a few


    times. It sounds like she is having trouble breathing.


    My eyebrows shoot up.


    A rush of anger surges inside me.


    “Did Tyson rape you?” She whimpers. My demon growls in anger. I grab her chin and force her gaze to


    mine. “Tell


    me!” I demand.