Page 28 of Don't Bite The Boss
“Vampires! They look, I mean I’m not sure, but they have the same kind of look as the ones that attacked us at home.”
“Oh, this night just gets better and better,” I groan, “a diversion. Those minions were just a diversion, I knew it. Solomon!”
I have a million questions. Like, how did Tristan look? Was he hurt? But, the most pressing and obvious, ‘What the fuck is she doing following evil vampires?’ wins out.
“I didn’t know what else to do,” she whines, “they’re trying to get him to take them somewhere on his jet, but they are waiting for the pilot. He’s not rostered on or something.”
“The strip outside Quarto?” I ask quickly.
“Yeah.”
“Stay hidden,” I mutter, “I’m on my way.”
“Pru, I can’t let them take my uncle. This is all my fault, I must have led them to him.”
‘Huh?’
“What are you talking about?”
“I was with him on the boat, sitting on the deck, he had his arm around me. He looks EXACTLY like my Daddy. I don’t think they know they have the wrong man.”
‘Oh shit. Solomon thinks he has Christopher. Solomon is going to kill him, slowly. Or attempt to use him as bait to draw Serena in. Or…Shit. Shit. Shit.’
“Valerie, just sit tight and don’t do anything fucking stupid.”
‘If that is even possible.’
I hang up and sprint to my car.
10
We hide behind a low rock wall near the airfield as I study the movements of the vampires in and out of the Berrington jet.
The jet is parked slightly outside the hangar. I think it must have been pulled out by hand because if the minions could start the engine, they would have flown away by now – and they haven’t.
Nearby are a fuel truck and two black sedans.
Charlotte and Nick have set up a roadblock about twelve kilometres down the main road – so no pilot will be coming to fly this thing any time soon, unbeknownst to those currently awaiting his or her arrival. Still, I don’t know how much time, I imagine not much, given the sun will rise in about two hours, before they make a contingency plan and try to move Tristan another way.
I count eight of them. Unless more are hiding inside.
I need to come up with a plan and fast.
“I don’t recognise any of these minions,” I say quietly, more to myself than to the girl crouching beside me since I’d already told her half a dozen times to go back to the palazzo.
“Why would you recognise them?” she snorts. “It’s not like there’s some big vampire website where you all know one another, Vacebook or Bloodstagram or something,” she sniggers at her own little joke.
“You’re so not funny,” I mutter, “The ones who attacked me at the villa were some of Solomon’s best – it would stand to reason he would send even better, more loyal fighters, to kidnap Christopher if he plans to lure Serena in to rescue her husband.”
“Serena won’t come. She’s just a slut who made me kill my mother and then married my Daddy for his money.”
“Serena saved your life, and she married your father for love. You killed your mother, no one else. Keep your shitty comments about my friend to yourself. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Or what?” she sneers.
“Or I will wipe that petulant little grin off your little fuckface for good.” I murmur, only half-listening to her as I scan the movements around the plane.
“Uncle Tristan said you couldn’t touch me.”
