Page 60 of Blood Bonds

“Dark fucking souls indeed… but tell me, what was his name again?”

She gritted her teeth and said a name that I would not be forgetting so soon.Not when I had his heart pumping in my hand after ripping it out of his god damn fucking chest!

“Dexter… Dexter Armitage.”

The evil smirk I gave her must have prompted her to say,

“But please don’t tell her I told you that, she would kill me.”

My grin grew because, oh yes, there would be death because of it… but not her own. Which is why I ran a single finger across my lips and told her,

“My lips are sealed.”

Yeah, and they soon would be over the asshole’s carotid artery as I drained the fucker dry. Naturally, I didn’t add this part or the part where I would beat him near to death before I consumed my meal. And no doubt my brother would have his own ideas of torture to inflict once we hunted the soon to be dead fucker down.

And speaking of my brother, he ended the call after forcing Nessa’s hand and ensuring she would once more come to us. Something I knew thanks to my advanced hearing and listening in, when her friend couldn’t. It also looked like Vic was getting her number and programing it into his own phone. His thoughts of tracking it no doubt already in his mind.

Fuck, but I loved the hunt.

Fuck, but I loved the hunt… Ha, that thought only ended up biting me in the ass and being named fucking karma.

Hours after she was supposed to turn up to the penthouse, we were still fucking waiting and growing angrier by the minute.Of course, she had turned off her phone, so it was taking time to track her after the small messages exchanged between her and my brother.

“Where the fuck is she?!” Victor snarled, and I had lost count how many times this had been asked by one of us.

“You definitely had a lockdown on her name?” I asked, making him look at me as if I was simple.

“We have a fucking army of our people at every bus station, train station, and any other way she may think to escape the city.”

“At least she doesn’t have a passport, nor a driving license,” I added, knowing owning a car in the city was pointless and expensive for many, and long-distance travel even more so for someone like Nessa.

The state of her finances made me grit my teeth, knowing what that bastard had done to her. Victor had been too invested in the call to hear what I had discovered from her friend, so I had the not so pleasing job to inform him the true reasons for all her debt.

Victor had ended up smashing his fist through the car window, making me raise a brow at the unexpected fury. Oh, I knew he would have been furious, but it wasn’t exactly my brother’s style to display it so openly.

No, that was usually me.

But our anger at this only grew by each passing minute she was not here. So now we had a choice to make. We could turn up once more at her place of work and let our intentions be known with the use of her friend, giving her another chance to come to us. Or we could stalk her friend, who would eventually lead us straight to her, and kidnap them both. We’d keep her friend as leverage so she would finally fucking do as she was told.

I honestly liked option number two the best. But then again, I was a ruthless bastard that had long ago wanted to stop fuckingaround and just take what was ours. Because I didn’t know how the fuck she kept escaping us. I did, however, know that if we had her friend, then the likelihood of her trying to escape would be zero. Not when she was so loyal to the skinny goth chick.

Of course, Victor was the one to point out that our aim here was to get her to fall for us, not hate us. Kidnapping her was one thing, but bringing her friend into this was another thing entirely. Although the longer we waited the more I thought my brother was having other ideas.

We were fucking furious. In fact, the only solace in all this was the part where Victor shared with me what Nessa had admitted to him on the phone. That she kept thinking about us both, despite her wishing this wasn’t the case. Obviously being our Fated, this was the way it was for mortals. For us, it was a thousand times worse because every breath we took without her was a painful one. That was the depth of our own obsession.

“We are needed at the club,” Vic said, his tone speaking of untold murder.

“The fuck we are,” I grumbled, swigging back my beer, doing so for the flavor.

“There is news on the missing shipment.”

“So?” I retorted, unconvinced. Victor’s murderous tone rumbled by my ear and he added all I needed to hear.

“We have something to kill.”

At this, I grabbed my jacket and said, “Let’s go.”

We arrived at the nightclub in Midtown that we owned called Vyssiní, which meant ‘Crimson’ in Greek.

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