Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
247. Olivia - Azael IV

Azael is finally starting to realize how stubborn I can be. If I don't want to talk, then I won't. Revealing the location of the daggers was never an option.

But why plan all this? To what purpose? Knowing the only way to find out the truth is by asking, I say, "Why are you so obsessed with me?"

"The daggers, Olivia. I want them."

Good thing I left them at the farm.

"Here I was, thinking you were fixated on me when, in reality, you only want two rusty old knives. I don't know how to feel about that." Azael loses his composure and slams his fist on the desk, causing coffee to spill on my hands. It is not hot enough to burn me. "You'll never have them. I made sure of it."

I need to learn why Azael wants those daggers. Sure, they glow when near me, but there has to be more to them than fancy lights.

Ansel knows how important the daggers are. He will never let Azael get his hands on them.

**919** is yet to speak with other experiments since he is rarely let out of his cell. He has a very violent tendency to kill everything in his path, and even I had to get out of his path a few times. I wonder if I have enough time to find out what Azael is planning with the daggers while 919 manages to speak with the others.

Azael stands. "Let me show you something. I think you will find it interesting. Maybe it will help you change your mind."

He goes to the door and opens it.

"If you say so," I say and follow him, taking the coffee with me. Guards stand on either side of the door, and I clean my hands of the coffee on their clothes before pushing the cup into the hands of one of them. "Here, you look like you need some caffeine or whatever drug was added to this coffee."

The men reach out to grab their guns but Azael puts his hand in the air, the palm facing them. "You'll have the chance to do whatever you want with her after she tells me what I want."

One of the guards cups his dick through his pants. "We can make her talk in a few minutes."

I quirk an eyebrow. "With those small dicks? You might want Azzy to experiment on you, too. Did you see the junk **919** has between his legs? I'll tell him all my secrets and desires if he fucked me good with his big dick."

Calling the most fucked up angel in history, Azzy, might not be the smartest move I've ever made, but what's he gonna do about it? Kill me?

Azael grabs my arm and forces me to walk fast. "Are you forgetting that your Asian boyfriend will pay the consequences for your acts? What you did right now won't go unpunished."

"And I already told you that I'll make you pay if you ever hurt him."

We continue to walk fast, Azael leading me to the elevator. Once inside, he hits a button that leads to one of the underground levels. I keep quiet because I might be stupid, but not a total idiot. And because I don't want to get Mose in trouble because I can't keep my mouth closed. But there's something about this angel that brings out the worst of me. Not even my brother can get me riled up so much. That's because Jason is not good with words, his favorite way of communicating is using his fists.

The elevator stops and the door reveals a room as big as the entire floor. Experiments and guards are in the middle of the room, gathered around something that I can't see. They shout a number: **257**.

Azael drags me out of the elevator. His voice is so loud as he says, "This week's tournament will begin in a few minutes," making everyone look at him. "The rules are the same as ever. The last man standing at the end of the day gets the prize." Azael pushes me forward. "Her."

"The prize is a woman of our own?" someone asks.

"Only the fighter who defeats all his opponents gets to spend a night with her. I don't care what is done to her as long as she is not killed," Azael replies.

Shit.

He didn't like being called Azzy.

A big screen appears on one of the white walls, showing a cage match. Inside it are two men, one of whom is Mose. He is wearing only a pair of black pants, his fists raised, ready to hit. The arch of his left eye is broken, and blood runs down his face. He looks confused and in pain. How long has he been in that cage, forced to fight?

"You fucking monster," I hiss at Azael. "Mose is not as strong as your experiments. He will be killed."

"You should be grateful, not curse me out. When he was brought here, he had his eyes popped out and we put them back for him. If he survives, I'll let him watch while you get fucked by the winner."

The focus of the camera is back on me, and this time, Mose notices me as he roars, "My woman is no prize! Touch her in any way, and I'll fucking kill all of you!"

**Hi everyone. I wanted to address some things - first and most important. I'm not always able updated daily as chapters take time to plot and write. Two - someone was worried I'm on another break. No, I'm not, but if I suddenly stop updating is because I'm sick or something happened. Don't panic, I will update asap. Third - this is not the only book I'm working so I'm trying to finish other stuff as well - edits etc.**