Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

Chapter 27

Shackled (The Lord Series)

27. Alekos

If I f uck up things with Angel and put the bond in danger, Reyes will probably carve me up like a

pumpkin.

Without taking my eyes off Reyes and Angel, 1 say, “Giselle, come here.” She does as I ask. “I forgot to

inform you that this house has a new Lady-Angel. Stefan, Beyer, and I have chosen hit to be woman.

She is our banded now. The way you acted tonight is not to be repeated. Even if Angel was not our

woman, you forgot your training. You are

to initiate services without being requested to do so.” Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Giselle says nothing, and I turn my head to look at her. She lowers her gaze. “You looked stressed and

tensed, and I thought you needed my services.”

“Even if that were the case, you thought I would like it if you threw yourself at me like you’re only a cheap

who re?” I snarl. She whimpers

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Angel snaps at me.

“Stay out of it!” I snap back. I return my attention to Giselle. “The only reason for not letting all the men

working in this house use you like the who re you are is because my father saw something in you, and

you know the inside and the outside of this house better than most of the staff. You are also loyal, which

is rare these days. But disrespect Angel like that again, and I will personally take you back to the Blood

Lodge.”

Giselle nods, letting me know she understood. I didn’t expect anything less from her. While she was born

in the Blood Lodge to one of the se x s lav es, she is very

smart.

It had been my father who took pity on Ciselle and brought her to work for the family when she turned

fourteen after her mother’s death six years ago. By the time Giselle turned fifteen, she had already

learned the art of pleasing men and was already serving unwed blood-brothers. It is f ucked up, but with

the age of consent being as low as fourteen, it is no wonder police turn a blind eye when it comes to the

se x sl aves. Some cops even visit the Red Rooms. I never understood why the Ekkers let this happen.

We might claim we are better than the Dukes, but when it comes to S**, we are as depraved as they are.

Or more 30.

Se x sla ves are usually those who have wronged the Lords in the most unforgivable ways. Sometimes,

the punis hment is passed from mother to daughter. Giselle’s only crime was to be her mother’s

daughter.

sorry,” Giselle whimpers. And she should be. Looking at Angel, she adds, “I didn’t know Master Alekos

has taken a bonded, else I would not have done what I

Angel frowns. “Master Alekos? What are you, his sl aver

“Yes.” Giselle replies.

Giselle is not a sla ve, but she is not free either. My father paid a lot of money to get her out of the Blood

Lodge, and the promised to work for my family until she pays-everything she owes us. Until that day

comes, she belongs to me.

“You really are a real piece of sh it.” Angel looks really disgusted with me.

“It’s not like that,” I try to explain, but she tries again to push past Reyes to get out of the living room.

Reyes doesn’t le

let go of Angel, and in a low, angry tone,

he says to Giselle, “Get the f uck out of here before I change my mind and take you to the basement.”

Giselle’s eyes open wide, and she lets out a whimper. She is more scared of Reyes than she is of me.

And of the basement. Reyes has his torture chamber there.

While I like to believe the Lords are treating their se x sl aves better than the Dukes, that is not always

the case. There had been a young Lord who found pleasure in hurting Giselle, which led to her fearing

anything to do with the Blood Lodge-the place where the Lords meet each Friday night. He had since

been shunned and is no longer one of us.

Reyes moves to the side, and Giselle darts out of the living room, stopping only when she is in front of

the elevator.

“How about we dine?” I suggest.

Angel glares at me before marching up the minibar. She grabs the bottle of vodka and takes a long sip

from it while she keeps her eyes on me. Then she shakes her head. “A sla ve? Is this a joke?” she asks,

trying to understand the situation, but I don’t know how to explain. Giselle is not a pornal anymore, but

the large amount of money she owes me turned me into her owner, I might not be cruel to her, but I am

not shy about teaching her what happens when she disobeys me. “You know, I pity Giselle. I knew the

Lor ds were cruel, but, to actually own people?”

Reyes and Stefan sit at the dining table-which is next to the sofa-and are waiting for Angel and me to join

them,

27. Alekos

1 cross my arms over my chest. “You think the Dukes don’t have sl av es?”

“I know they don’t,” Angel retorts,

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