Chapter 155


    155. Jasper


    In normal circumstances, I world have thought the same, but there had been a glowing from


    Olivia’s hand when she touched Rueben. Her back was to Ansel, so he couldn’t see it, but I did.


    “Normal humans don’t have any kind of powers, but we are hot normal humans, are we?” I say while


    Ansel stands there biood gushing out from a büllet wound while he keeps smoking. “Our bond with the


    demons goes deeper than we allow ourselves to think. What if the women born to Lords are special


    because of the ties we have with our


    demons?


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    “Olivia is a Duc h e s s,” Ansel points out.


    “Her father is the vessel for an angel,” I remind him. “Her grandfather as well. And so on.”


    Ansel keeps smoking while he thinks. “I need a drink. It’s too early for this shi t.”


    He disappears in the kitchen, and I take Olivia to our room. I put Olivia on the bed next to Miss Teapot,


    who res at me with displeased eyes. She doesn’t like to be disturbed from her nap.


    When I first built this house, I did so with the idea of possibly finding a woman who would ept that


    she wouldn’t be worshiped by a group of blood-brothers, but only by me. Olivia likes this house, but her


    ce is in the main house, in the Lair, while my blood-brothers and I f u c k her, filling her with cu m


    until she is pregnant with our first child. It will take a while until I get all my blood-brothers to see Olivia


    as I do.


    At least Ansel is on my side.


    Olivia whimpers and I try to soothe her. “Olly?” She doesn’t reply nor open her eyes, making me think


    she is in a deep sleep and is having a nightmare. She has bad dreams every night, making me wonder


    what kind of life she had before we found her. Rueben and Tyson might im she is a whor e, that she


    likes di c k s. Well, if that is true, there are five of us to keep her more than satisfied. She mumbles


    Spencer a few times, tears falling down her cheeks. Whoever this Spencer is, I am certain he had hurt


    her. “You are safe now, Little Love.”


    1 kiss her gently and she rxes. Then I cover her with the quilt and watch her for a few moments.


    Content that she is sleeping peacefully, I go to check on Rueben.


    The bandage is soaked with blood, and I change it. The bleeding is not as strong as before, but I am


    still worried. He is cold to touch. How long until there is no more blood in his body?


    Where the f u c k is Maddox?


    I get Rueben in a morefortable position before I take a nket out of the closet, toss it over him


    and take the duvet to theundry room.


    Blood stained the white duvet, and I have seen how Olivia reacts when she sees anything red. The


    other day, I put on a scarlet sweater, or whatever the f u c k that color is called, and Olivia’s eyes


    immediately filled with tears, her chin trembled. She only calmed down when I changed the sweater for


    a ck hoodie. It wasn’t the only instance she acted like that, but never so strongly. Something about


    that color brings bad memories to her.


    After I throw the duvet in the washing machine and turn it on, I return to the bedroom to check on


    Olivia. She is sleeping, and I give her a peck on the lips. Miss Teapot is curled up on Olivia’s stomach,


    purring softly. I stroke her head a few times before I go to the living room.


    Ansel is in the kitchen, pressing his tank top against his wounds while rummaging through the cabs.


    I sit on the couch and try to kill time by channel surfing until Maddox gets here.


    Knowing what Ansel is looking for, I say, “The one above the fridge.”


    Oveing an addiction as strong as Olivia has will take years if not her entire lifetime. Not wanting


    her to be tempted by alcohol, I hid it in a ce she wouldn’t reach. Ansel takes the whiskey bottle and


    joins me.


    “What happened?” I want to know.


    Bounty hunting is a dangerous job, but Rueben and Ansel have been doing this for years and never did


    they get hurt like this. They were supposed to be professionals.


    Ansel takes a sip from the bottle before he passes it to me. Then, he takes another cigarette from his


    pack.


    “Jason,” Ansel says as he lights his cigarette and takes a few puffs from it. “We stopped next to the


    forest to talk when the motherf u c k e r shot Rueben. He took us by surprise.”


    From the sour expression on his face it is safe to assume Jason got away.


    I drink from the bottle. “He knows we have Olivia.”


    Did Mky tell him?


    “He can’t have her,” Ansel says. “Not anymore.” He takes the bottle from me. “Not when she will finally


    be mine.”


    I wasn’t wrong to think Ansel is obsessed with Olivia.


    “Ours,” I correct him, and he nods in approval. “She is safe on the farm with us.”


    Or as safe as she can be. It will take time to make Mose, Tyson, and Rueben see how special Olivia is.


    When they learn of how she saved Rueben, they will for sure ept her. Her killing Cam will always


    be a tragedy, but my mama always thought people could change. Whatever made Ovilia pull that


    trigger is something I am determined to find out.


    Rueben and Tyson might hate her now but I am sure Olivia will win their hearts as well. She has to!


    Because I don’t want to be forced to choose between Olivia and my blood-brothers. Losing Tyson is not


    an option. Not when…. I stop the thought right there. Things are not supposed to be like that between


    blood-brothers.


    The sound of a h o n k lets me know Maddox is here.


    “I will go open the gate for him,” I say.


    I grab my coat and rush outside.


    Tyson gets out of the main house and leans against the railing. “You shouldn’t waste Maddox’s time like


    that. That bitc h is for sureining to get your attention.”


    It is riching from him, especially after what he did to Olivia. “Rueben and Ansel have been shot.


    And