Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
Chapter 77

77. Angel

It’s been three days since my outburst at the Blood Lodge, I wanted to humiliate Alekos, to hurt him as he had hurt me, but now, I feel sad about saying those awful thing to him because deep down, I do want a family and happiness. And once he learned I was not spying on him, he treated me well-he and Reyes. They might have f ucked me and used me at a human se x toy, but they also took care of me, and snuggled with me, and fed and kept me company. And now I am stuck with Stefan-who has barely said anything to me since we returned to the apartment. I am lonely and miserable because Alekos and Reyes have not shown up since Friday night. Not even a phone call to ask how I am. The truth is, I am more than miserable. I am in agony. The pain in my chest is so bad I don’t have the energy to get up from the couch.

Despite spending a lot of time on the couch napping or watching TV shows-alone because Stefan can barely stand looking at me I feel so tired.

Maybe if I talk to Alekos and Reyes and tell them that I am sorry for saying that I hate them and that it was a lie, they will return to me.

ant have a phone or Alekos’ number, but Stefan does. Maybe he will let me use it?

Somehow, I muster the energy to get up from the couch to look for Stefan and immediately get diary. I’ve mostly survived on cheap wine and ice cream in the past three days. My head is pounding like hell, probably because I got so drunk last night that I even tried to k*ss Stefan, but he pushed me away and yelled at me never to touch him again.

Blinking away tears, I go look for Stefan. He is neither in the kitchen nor his room, so I go out on the terras se. It is so hot outside, and the summer sun shines so bright it blinds me for a moment. I wait until my eyes adjust before I continue looking for Stefan when I hear his voice coming from the direction of the sunroom

“Took you long enough to realize she is not the one for us,” Stefan says to someone.

Is he talking about me? My eyes finally adjust enough to see him leaning against one of the crystal walls of the sunroom. He is talking on the phone, and our gazes meet as he says, “I will get rid of her in a bit and have the cleaning lady remove any trace of her from the apartment. See you at home tonight. Tell Reyes he can choose the next bi tch to open her legs for us. Tonight, if possible,” before ending the phone call.

They don’t want me anymore. Not only that, but they are already looking for someone to replace me. My

by heart starts to pound hard against my rib cage, my chest hurting so bad, I feel I will have a heart attack. Blood rushes to my ears, and I feel so dizzy and nauseous that I rush to the bathroom to empty the contents of my

tumucts

When I am done, I wash my face with cold water and look at myself in the mirror. No wonder Alekos does not want me anymore. I look like I have aged at least ten years, all pale and big dark circles under my eyes. And I lost weight, my cheeks are gaunt. If I was plain before, now I look hideous. Not even a professional makeup artist can help me.

Dios!

I hate myself so much,

If not for Wasp and the

others, I might have gone to a national park, never to be seen again, and become one of the 411 missing cases,

When I feel I can face Stedan, I get out of the bathroom. Unsurprisingly, he is waiting for me next to the door.

“Alekos doesn’t want to see you again, and Reyes wants you out of his apartment right now.” His tone is so cold I am freezing, but I resist the urge to wrap my area around myself.

While this is what I wanted, I can’t help but feel like falling into a bottomless pit of desperation and grief. My ears ring, and my lungs suddenly stop working, but my voice is unexpectedly steady as I say, “Could you help me get out of the city!

He shakes his head. “I am not your nanny. You are a grown-up as s woman. am sure you can figure things out.” Snapping his fingers, he adds, “You have Eve minutes to leave before I throw you out.”

I had hoped he would help me, but he is kicking me out like I am a rabid dog. “Could I at least have some money? Just enough to make it to the Northeast train

He studies me for a few seconds before taking out his wallet from his pocket. He opens it and throws a five-dollar bill at my feet. “This should be enough for the bus.” He closes his wallet, then opens it again and takes out a one-hundred bill, and after throwing it next to the other one, he says, “Make sure to take some Blo wjob classes. You need them

That’s all i was to them? A cheap wh ore? This hurts so much, 1 feel like I am dying-

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