Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

5. Angel
Alekos puts the office phone on speaker and dials a number.

After a few rings, a man answers. “Did something happen?”

If Alekos has a commanding tone, this other man sounds… sad.

“Not really, but I need you to come to my office. Is Reyes with you?”

“Yes.”

“Both of you, then.”

“On our way.”

The man, whom I assume is Stefan hangs up, and Alekos dials another number. A moment later, a woman answers.

“Mr. Raptou?”

“Florence, you have the rest of the day free.”

That was his secretary, if I remember correctly.

Alekos doesn’t wait for her to say anything else and hangs up.

If the secretary is given the rest of the day off and Stefan and Reyes are on their way here, then Alekos is really thinking of f ucking me on his desk. How many women have he bent over it before me? He might say I am his woman, but I know better. I am, as he said, ‘just a hole to be used by men’. This is exactly why I stayed away from men and never dated. Not that I could have dated if I wanted, since my father practically forced me into Carlos’ arms soon after I turned sixteen. And because of what Alekos did after he told me he was in love with me.

only want a bed and a man with experience. While Alekos has plenty of experience, I don’t want to be f ucked in an office. Is a nice dinner and then a hotel room too much

is already regretting proposing that I be his woman. Whatever that means. He has never been in a long-term relationship, usually dating for only a few weeks before moving on to the next woman. Once he gets bored of

will probably break my heart all over

I allow myself to fall in love with him

not staying. When I find a safe

Angel? Think well because once my blood-brothers and I f uck you, you are

only thing I regret is not getting my driver’s license. But the accident that took my mother’s life left me scared of driving. And I haven’t technically accepted his

about me being your woman. I am sure

past had big boobs. “You know, all this history about Carlos does not add up. Why

“Like what?”

don’t know. You

Alekos. “Well, there

“But?”

my ear. Why did he have to take down my bun? My hair always has a way of getting in my way. “I was in my sophomore

eyes flash red again.

shrug, not wanting to

am starting to believe you were sent here to

arches an eyebrow. “Forget that I asked that. How about we make

just

seems interested. “What type

spy?” I try

like the idea of a contract. One that states you belong to my blood-brothers and me, and that you will obey us in everything we say, without