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“Then answer me this, what do you believe it was exactly?” he almost snapped, and I forced myself not to flinch because of it.

“I think it was a way for you to discover if I had told anyone about what I witnessed that night,” I replied, making Talon chuckle behind me, something I ignored, instead focusing on the one who had truly hurt me. Because his brother may have been the one to bite me, but he hadn’t once tried to hide who or what he was.A murdering Vampire.

No, it was Victor who had played the gentleman. The one who had wined and dined me, paid me compliments and lavished me with his undivided attention. He had been the real threat. But then Victor laughed once, without humor, and told me,

“Oh, Sweetheart, do you really believe we would have cared had you told anyone? For you know the real reason why you haven’t and that is through fear of sounding crazy.”

I flinched, hating that he was right.

“And the body, the guy I saw your brother kill?”

“Hello, right here,” the brother in question commented, and we both ignored him.

“Yes, and what of him?” Victor asked calmly, making me scowl at his nonchalant tone. Like murder was nothing but a walk in the park… oh god, had that been what he had been doing that night?

Oh, don’t think about that, Nessa.

“I could have gone to the cops, told them I witnessed a murder.”

This time the grin Victor gave me was not one I would ever become addicted to, it caused a tremor to snake down my spine. It was nothing short of pure evil.

“Oh, sweet little Nessa, you have no idea, do you? For how could you? Someone as naive and pure as you…” When he paused to get closer, I ended up with Talon’s hands held at the tops of my arms to prevent me from getting away from his brother. Victor’s fingertip skimmed up the center of my neck, upover my chin, and made its way along my jawline, leaving a line of tingles in his wake.

“…We own this city Firefly. We own it and everything in it.”

“Including the police force,”Talon added in my ear from behind.

But it was what Victor added next that really frightened me because his fingertip traced my now quivering lips before he told me,

“Just like we now own you.”

Chapter 18

Vampires and Ice Cream

“You know, this is really good,” Talon said, after licking his spoon clean before dipping it back in for another taste. Meanwhile, I was still living in the twilight zone. Because after this terrifying threat of now being owned by two Vampire brothers, I hadn’t said another word on the drive.

But this didn’t mean I hadn’t tried to resist every time they touched me in the back seat of this car. And after snatching my hand back out of Victor’s for the third time, he had finally had enough. The threat was loud and clear when he bit my fingers, slowly applying pressure until I stopped trying to fight him.

“Good, now behave, Nessa,” he demanded, making Talon smirk as he slapped his hand down on my thigh lightly before tapping me there and saying,

“She learns quick, at least.”

I swear, I was going to have to learn how to growl because these two were pissing me off, fangs or no fangs. But in the end, there was no growl or screaming blue murder. There was only the silent treatment. Something that continued when I wasordered out the car and found myself sandwiched between two large Vampires as I was walked toward an elevator I recognized.

Meaning I was soon back in their fancy penthouse lair.

However, instead of their fangs tearing into me the second we made it inside their home, something else happened.

They fed me ice cream.

As in, when I refused to sit down after being given yet another order to do so, I was rid of Talon’s leather jacket, finding it pulled down my arms in one swift move. Then I was picked up and deposited on one of the bar stools in front of the kitchen island. I had Talon to thank for this, and I then had Victor to thank for dishing me out three huge scoops of ice cream into a bowl and setting it down in front of me.

I had looked down at it then back up at him twice before shaking my head, still refusing to speak.

“Okay, lesson number two, Sweetheart, if you want to give me the silent treatment, that’s fine, I am sure we will find other ways of getting sounds out of you. But as for not eating, well, that you will find you won’t like the outcome of.” I gaped at Victor when hearing this because there was just too much to process.

I didn’t want to know about the ‘other ways’ he spoke of when trying to get sounds out of me. He gave the bowl a pointed look and I knew this was my last chance.

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