25. Olivia

Olivia

T yson and Rueben enter the kitchen with Diva right behind them.

Tyson’s angry gaze stops on me before going to the floor. “What the fuck happened?” he snarls, making Miss Teapot hiss at him.

“Keep your voice low, you’re scaring the cat,” the woman snaps at Tyson.

Diva pushes Rueben out of her way so she can get to the fried rice on the floor.

“If Diva gets hurt because you are so fucking stupid—” Tyson elbows Rueben in the stomach right in the middle of the sentence.

Not wanting Diva or Miss Teapot to eat from the floor and accidentally swallow parts of the broken bowl, I drop to my knees and start cleaning the mess with my hands. “I'm so sorry,” I say while I grab pieces of the broken bowl. Why I am asking for forgiveness, I am not sure, but I keep repeating ‘I'm so sorry’ like a mantra of some sort. Not that apologizing has ever helped me.

“Stop,” Mose says.

Tyson grabs Diva by her collar, preventing her from getting close to the fried rice.

Mose is the one who had dropped the bowl, yet I say, “I am so clumsy.” The cuts from the other day are slowly healing and I had removed the bandaids earlier. Shards reopen some of the cuts.

Miss Teapot smells some of the spilled fried rice before deciding to go to her basket, curl up inside and watch what is happening in the kitchen.

“Que demonios? What the hell?” the woman swears.

“Not now, Alma!” Mose raises his voice. A moment later, his attention turns to me. “Stop,” he orders me, but my body takes over and I can’t stop myself, not until I am done. Rueben warned me that he didn’t want me in the same room as him while I live here. Not even a day later, I am already breaking the rules. It’s like I am begging to be punished.

Mose slams the knife on the counter and grabs my arms, yanking me up. “I said stop, damn you!” he yells at me and I bite my bottom lip, trying to hide my trembling chin. It is the first time I see Mose angry and he is as scary as Tyson and Rueben.

“I'm sorry,” I whimper.

“Hijo de puta! Son of a bitch, Mose. I thought you guys finally found a woman to put up with Rueben’s bullshit but she is clearly being abused.” Alma’s loud voice makes me flinch.

Who is she anyway? Their girlfriend or something? I never heard them mention her. If she is, then why did Ansel bond with me?

Ansel steps inside the kitchen and I find myself wanting to go to him. “No one is abusing Olivia,” he says as he comes to me. Mose lets go of me and Ansel yanks me to him and hugs me. When he kisses the top of my head, I wrap my arms around him. “I am here now.”

I am here now.

Four simple words that mean more than they should. Is it because of the bond?

Mose grabs the broom and dustpan. “I am the one who dropped the food on the floor, not Olivia.” Rueben snorts, not believing Mose. Why would he, anyway? It is easier to blame me for everything going wrong around here.

Alma folds her arms over her chest. “Y una polla you aren’t abusing her.”

“In this house, we only speak English. The bitch, I mean she,” Tyson says, jerking his thumb at me, “doesn’t know Spanish.”

My gaze finds Tyson’s. The kindness he used to have for me was replaced by hate a long time ago. But he still remembers things about me, like me not being able to pick up Spanish. Even reading was a challenge in the beginning. I think I have dyslexia, but I was never diagnosed because my parents never cared. Regardless, I was determined not to let it affect me. That’s why I used to read so much during high school.

“The only bitch here is you,” Alma flips Tyson the bird. To Rueben, she says, “I don't have enough middle fingers to show you how I really feel about you, dickwad. Not to mention how disappointed I am with Mose. I thought you were better.” Looking at me, Alma adds, “Earlier, I said, ‘The fuck you aren’t abusing her.’ Do you need help getting out of here?”

Suddenly, everyone is looking at me. Tyson, still holding Diva back, narrows his eyes. Rueben, who stands behind Alma, glares at me. He doesn’t even need to use words as I get the message loud and clear. Say anything and I will make sure you regret it later. “Rueben and his blood-brothers saved me from a very, um, abusive place. I’m sorry I’m still skittish, it is only because certain things remind me of…what I had to endure. The bruises are from before. I am safe here.” Keeping it simple and as close as possible to the truth will make the lies more believable.

Alma huffs before sitting at the table. “I don’t believe they are not abusing you. Mose yelled at you and Tyson called you a bitch. It’s not even worth talking about Rueben because I don’t even know where to start.”

“I only yelled because you pissed me off, Alma. I think I was pretty clear when I told you to stay the fuck away from here because we were renovating,” Mose says between gritted teeth.

Alma quirks an eyebrow. “Renovating? That’s why the other house is half burned and you have a bandage on your ugly face.”

“You are not entitled to any explanation. You are not our woman or friend or whatever other delusional thought runs through your head,” Rueben says.

For a moment, Alma’s expression turns sad, but she quickly puts on a mask of indifference. The others might not have noticed it, but after years in the Celestial Heaven, it is easy for me to pick up on little things like these.

“Why the hell are you here, Alma? And what about the restaurant?” Mose asks.

Alma shrugs and removes her coat, revealing a sparkly black dress. “There’s a snowstorm outside, people tend to stay inside. Since there was nothing for me to do at home, I decided to check up on you guys. Especially on Olivia since I don’t trust Rueben to treat her right.”

Mose runs a hand across his face. “What if you had an accident?”

“I didn’t,” Alma casually replies.

“You should have stayed home!” Mose snaps at her.

Alma tilts her head to the side. “I am free to do as I wish.”

“Not on my land!” Rueben spits his words at Alma.

“I’ll leave once I have had breakfast and spoken to Olivia in private,” Alma dismisses Rueben with a flick of her wrist.

It’s the first time I’ve seen a woman speak like this to a group of blood-brothers. If she had had this attitude with Jason and his friends, he would have beaten her until she learned to keep her mouth shut. Even before everything went to hell, I didn’t dare speak like that. The first and only time I dared to talk back, my father slapped me so hard I had to wear makeup to school for the first time to conceal the bruise on my face.

“If you want breakfast, next time, call before dropping by,” Mose sneers at Alma.

“There won’t be a next time. I forbid you from coming here again. And if you do, I will shoot your sorry ass,” Rueben threatens Alma.

“I am sure the Elders would love to know more about Olivia,” Alma casually says.

Before Rueben can say anything else, Ansel chimes in, “I am not sure what you think is going on here, but I assure you Olivia is in good hands. Like she said, we saved her from a very bad situation. Her brother, who is now in our hands, is the one responsible for the state Olivia is in.”

They have Jason?

If that is true, that’s why he hasn’t taken me away from here. Because Rueben has him held captive. But where? I need to find him and ask him to take me as far as possible from here. If it was bad before without the drugs, now with the bond it’s even worse. I jumped into Ansel’s arms without hesitation. If Tyson and Rueben hate me now, when they learn about what Ansel did, they will break every bone in my body.

If they take me to the shed again….

A shiver runs through my whole body and Ansel kisses my forehead. Tyson clenches his free hand, his knuckles turning white. Rueben’s eyes turn red with anger.

I can’t stay here.

Ansel takes me to the sink and helps me clean my hands while Mose takes care of the floor. “You cut yourself again. I am starting to believe you are doing it on purpose,” Ansel sighs.

“You think I like to get hurt?” The question leaves my lips before I even register what I said.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” He puts his lips against my ear, “My bonded.”

As Ansel’s bonded I am forced to do as he says. In the eyes of God, Lords and Dukes, he is my…husband. Or as close as it can be. Out of all women, why did he have to choose me?

“Why?” I dare ask.

“Later,” Ansel says as he grabs a clean hand towel and dries the water from my skin before grabbing the first aid kit.

Mose finishes cleaning the floor. “Since fried rice is no longer an option, I am thinking about bacon and eggs.”

Tyson lets go of Diva and sits at the table while the dog, after sniffing the floor, leaves the kitchen.

“And grilled cheese sandwiches,” I add. Feeling him staring at me, I suck my bottom lip into my mouth. I really need to keep my mouth closed. Despite desperately trying to forget him, I still remember small things, like his favorite color or how he pretends he dislikes reading when, in reality, he likes it just as much as I do. “Can I go lie down? I don’t feel that good,” I try to find an excuse to not be in the same room as him anymore.

Ansel finishes putting bandaids on my cuts and wraps an arm around my shoulders. “Can you hold on until this nosey bitch leaves?” he asks.

“Who are you calling a nosey bitch?” Alma hisses. “And if Olivia wants to go rest, then that’s what she will do.”

Rueben goes to the fridge and takes a beer from it. I am pretty sure I’ve only seen him drink beer since I got here. Do they have the fridge filled with bottles of beer? Otherwise, I don’t understand how he can drink alcohol constantly. What if they have other types of booze in here? It is worth an inspection when everyone is sleeping. Maybe if I am drunk enough, I will have enough courage to break the bond while it is still fragile. When Camila and I were learning about hellstars, we found out a lot of stuff that was hidden from us–from women. Well, Camila knew more about the bond since her father was a Priest and he didn’t leave her in the dark like my father did with me. The bond can break if I refuse to accept Ansel as my Lord. As my bonded. For now, I won’t do anything reckless. Each time I’ve acted before thinking, I ended up ruining my life.

Rueben opens his beer. “No wonder you are still single, despite your daddy being rich and all that shit. No man wants to be with a woman who nags all the fucking time. Unless you learn to keep your mouth closed, you will end up an old maid. And not to mention your makeup and clothes.”

Alma narrows her eyes. “What about them?”

“Too much fucking glitter. You think men are attracted to that shit?” Rueben asks. “That shit from Hell has a habit of even getting between buttcheeks.”

“I like glitter. Also, I don’t give a shit about men’s opinions on how I dress. So fuck off,” Alma huffs.

Rueben drinks from his beer. “You should care if you ever want to get married. No Lord would want a sparkly clown like you as a bonded.”

Alma grabs one of the glasses from the table and throws it in Rueben’s direction while screaming, “Hijo de puta! Son of a bitch. You can go ahead and kiss my sparkly ass!”

Rueben ducks, avoiding being hit by the glass, which slams into Jasper’s forehead as he enters the kitchen, cutting him above his left eyebrow. The glass falls on the floor and breaks.

“What the hell?” Jasper looks around confused.

I gasp. “Are you alright?” Despite the circumstances in which I came to live on the farm, Jasper has always been kind to me and I don’t like seeing him hurt. “Sit on a chair so that Mose can look at your wound.”

The confusion on Jasper’s face disappears, and he smiles before grimacing. “It really hurts,” he complains as he sits on a chair. “But you being here helps.”

“This is exactly why I don’t want you on the farm, because each time you and Rueben are near each other, innocent people get hurt,” Mose sneers before going to Jasper. “Can someone give me the first aid kit?”

Ansel goes to help Mose.

Tyson gets up and sweeps the broken glass off the floor.

“This is only Rueben’s fault,” Alma huffs and puffs.

“Sure, I am to blame because you are toxic. If you are done watching the show, you can leave.”

The wind blows hard making me think the snowstorm will only get worse.

“At least let her stay until the blizzard dies down,” I try to reason with Rueben. “She can’t drive under such conditions.”

Alma seems to be happy that I am trying to convince Rueben to let her stay.

“Not my problem,” Rueben says.

Standing in front of the sink, I shift my weight from one leg to another, ignoring the pain in my toes. “But—”

Tyson cuts me short before I can finish my protest. “And where is she supposed to sleep? The guest house is no longer an option.”

I shrug. “There are plenty of rooms here.”

Ansel whips his head in my direction. “We are not going to have a woman who is not you sleeping in our beds. We might be fucking assholes, but we are not about to disrespect you in your house.”

“Her house!?” Tyson and Rueben shout at the same time.

“I am with Ansel on this one,” Jasper says.

Even Mose says, “I suppose we did bring her here with the idea of making her our wife. So technically, it is Olivia’s house too.” Actually, they brought me here to fuck me and record it before Rueben ends my life, but I don’t point that out. Mose puts a bandaid over Jasper’s cut. At the rate we are using them, he will have to buy more soon. To Alma, Mose says, “You are not staying overnight. You wouldn’t be staying even if Olivia wasn’t living with us.”

Alma looks offended. “Why?”

“Because you are a nosey bitch who likes to stick her nose into everyone’s business,” Rueben snorts. “Snowstorm or not, I want you gone.”

“I will leave after I have had breakfast and have spoken to Olivia,” Alma insists.

Rueben looks first at Alma, then at me, his eyes turning red with anger, before his gaze returns to Alma. He drinks from his beer before asking, “Why do you want to talk to the… to her?”

“I want to make sure she has tampons and chocolate and a knife for when her period comes,” Alma smirks.

I blink. “A knife?”

“To stab Rueben when he gets on your nerves. But by the bandage around his neck, I assume you already tried to kill him. Good girl.” Alma high-fives the air, acting like she is very proud of me.

Rueben snorts. “You want food? Fine. Tyson, give me a helping hand.”

Tyson and Rueben start preparing breakfast while the others sit around the table. Remembering Rueben’s rules, I am about to leave when Jasper pats his knee leaving me unsure what to do. If I listen to Jasper, I will anger Rueben, and if I choose to follow the rules I was given, then Jasper will get angry.

Why can’t they all make up their minds and hate me? That way, it will be easier for me.

Jasper pats his knees again but I shake my head. “I really shouldn’t.”

“If you don’t want to sit in Jasper’s lap, then what about mine?” Ansel winks. I bite my bottom lip. My body craves to be near him, for him to touch me, but my mind is telling me to run.

I refuse Ansel’s request.

“Why?” Ansel asks.

“You already know why,” I try to remind Ansel about what Rueben said last night.

Ansel leans back in his chair. “Olivia, you are going to sit on my lap and eat what I give you. Do you understand?”

I feel his eyes on me but I refuse to look at him. “Yes,” I reply and go to Ansel.

Once I am in his lap, he wraps his right arm around me and kisses the column of my neck. Jasper moves to the chair next to Ansel. Ignoring Alma, both Jasper and Ansel take turns kissing me while their hands touch my body. A hand slips between my legs, fingers probing at my entrance while Ansel claims my lips and Jasper bites and sucks on my neck.

Fingers enter me, fucking me at a slow tempo. I feel like everyone is watching me and I close my eyes shut, making me feel everything even more.

“You like being watched,” Ansel hums.

“I don’t,” I deny. Truth be told, I don’t care if people look at me or not. In the beginning, the thought of getting naked in front of someone filled me with dread, but after Carlos left me without clothes for months in a row, I stopped caring. Alma looking at me doesn’t bother me. Maybe she wants to join us? It wasn’t only men who wanted to fuck me, there had been women as well, so I know how to eat a pussy, even if I hate doing it.

Ansel removes his fingers out from inside me and lifts them for everyone to see. “You say one thing, but your body says another. Look how wet you are.”

Ansel’s fingers are slick with my juices. Why is my body reacting to him? Is it because of the bond? But…there wasn’t a bond last night and I still got wet for him and Jasper. I even came a few times.

Jasper continues to assault my neck while groping my breasts, one by one. He pops open a few buttons so that his hand can slip inside my shirt and palm my tits.

I hate being touched by men, but I don’t mind Ansel and Jasper’s hands all over my body.

Not entirely true. I hate that they make me feel so good. It was better when pain was all I knew.

Now, my body craves Ansel.

My clit starts to throb.

Ansel licks his fingers, cleaning them of my juices. “You see, Alma, we would love to have you for breakfast, but I am afraid we aren’t going to share our woman with anyone.” The tip of his tongue darts out of his mouth, tracing his lips. “Pussy is what we eat here in the morning, afternoon, and evening.” His fingers return to my pussy. “And during the night,” his fingers slam into me, making me moan, “we fuck her like the fate of the entire world depends on it.”

Alma watches me. She is not the only one. Mose’s gaze misses nothing of what Jasper and Ansel do to me. Rueben and Tyson’s gazes are also intent.

I don’t know what they are going to do to me next, but if it is half as good as last night, I don’t think I will mind being fucked. Ansel didn’t hurt me and... his fingers curl inside me make me moan loudly, and I forget about everything else and enjoy what he is doing to me.

Jasper tugs on my nipple and I push my chest into his hand. His lips are hot on my skin, covering my neck in hickeys.

“Fine. Whatever. I’ll leave,” Alma huffs and stands. Ansel keeps teasing me with his fingers, while Jasper stops biting me. “It’s not like I came here to watch live porn.” From the pocket of her coat, she takes out a phone and puts it on the table. “This is for you,” she tells me. “If you are in trouble, call me. Or if you need…a friend. I would be glad to listen. The phone comes with a plan that I will take care of.” She looks around the kitchen. “And if any of you assholes take the phone away from her….” An evil grin appears across her face. “Do it, I dare you.”

Swallowing a moan, I say, “Thank you.”

Alma snorts. “You are stronger than you believe. Don’t let anyone break you.”

Ansel’s fingers go still inside me.

“I will see my way out,” Alma says. She puts her coat on. “Olivia, it was a pleasure meeting you. I wish these gilipollas, dickheads , would have let you talk to me in private. Call me or text me. I saved my number in the contact list.”

The way Alma is talking to me, it’s like she is trying to tell me something important but I don’t understand what. Not when Ansel’s fingers start moving again, his thumb pressing down on my clit.

“I will,” I say, but deep down, I know the phone Alma gave me will be taken away by Rueben or Tyson the moment she leaves.

Ansel finds a spot inside me that makes me inhale sharply as pleasure starts building and building…. Am I about to have another orgasm? His thumb keeps rubbing my clit.

A phone rings and Alma takes out a sparkly pink one from her purse. “Tell me.” She is quiet while listening to what the person on the other line is saying. Suddenly her eyes light up. “That is great news. More than great. Excellent! I will be there in…” she glances out the window, “when I get there, I am out of the city right now.” She ends the call. “Later cabrones.” She blows me a kiss. “Adios chica.”

Alma waltzes out of the kitchen before anyone can say anything. Not that I would have been able to say anything else, as Ansel pushes a third finger inside me, fucking me roughly until he makes me come while the others look at me.

“Good girl,” Ansel says and kisses me. He removes his hand from my pussy and brings it to my mouth. “Look at the mess you made on my fingers. What are you going to do about it?”

“Clean it with my tongue?” I try to guess.

Ansel nods. “While you ride Jasper’s cock.”