They made it far too easy.
“You have one minute to stand down and leave. We'e not going to tolerate your actions.” The voice comes from Biddeford, the annoying, pretentious leader of the Palace Hotel. “There are three of us and a dozen more coming. Stand down, and we will let you live. We will deliver an easier punishment of just out casting you from the city.”
Because the fuckers know they’re going to die.
I ignore him and step forward. “Govan, set up the com system. It needs to be ready as soon as Hayley gets here.”
“Last chance,” Biddeford says.
I finally look up and acknowledge him, annoyance rushing through me. When he said there were three of them, I expected to see Alexander. But he’s not with them. It’s one of his coven members and the last leader.
I raise my eyebrow. “Are you fucking kidding me? What kind of threat is that? My last chance? Last chance? Last fucking chance for what? Your ass is about to get beaten down. The only reason I haven’t shoved this blade up it is because my girl wants to be here. We want to give La Vega the show of a lifetime.”
He snarls and snaps his fangs, trying to intimidate me. Flying forward, he unsheathes his knife and raises his arm. Govan shoves into him, knocking him off balance. I take advantage of his distraction and slam my knife onto his wrist, severing Biddeford’s hand. It slaps the floor with a plop, the shock of my actions freezing Biddeford in place. Govan snatches the hand from the tiles and covers Biddeford’s mouth, muffling his scream.
“Fuck yeah!” Walcott hollers a laugh, materializing in front of the old leader. “You guys finally managed to appropriately shut one of them up.” Turning to the other two dudes, shuffling their way toward another door, he cackles. “Keep moving and you’ll be next. How would you like getting fingered by this asshole?”
Twisted son of a bastard. Why didn’t I think of that threat? Of course, I wouldn’t be the one following through. Walcott prefers to serve that kind of punishment to those who deserve it, and I’m sure they do. These fuckers want to turn the donor population into a breeding farm after all. Humiliation and violation of donors is their way of keeping power. Little bitches.
“Ew, Walcott. I don’t want to see that. If you want to finger an ass, do your own or wait for me to help you out later. Keep the psycho in check. We’re about to broadcast to La Vega.” Tatum grabs the severed hand from Govan before Walcott can snatch it away.
“Both of you, shut the hell up. I hear Hayley coming, and the last thing I want to do is scar her with your strange ass romance.” I scrub my fingers into my beard and glance over my shoulders at the lobby area. I see a couple figures dart across the room, but it’s not Hayley. The rest of this fucker’s coven.
“Come on in, boys. We’ve been waiting for you.” Walcott smiles, showing off his fangs.
The group of vampires stare us down, realizing that we block their way. Neither of the two remaining leaders even tries to stand their ground, probably relying on these fuckheads to come in and save them like the weak, pathetic little bastards they are.
None of them spot Hayley, Sawyer, Knox, Cooper, and Mya trailing behind them. I smile, excitement pouring through me at the flash in Hayley’s eyes. Sawyer better unleash her and allow her to take over. I can’t wait to see how hot she is punching hearts out and tearing heads off. Man, if I could get her alone for a moment, I wouldn’t mind bending her over a pile of the dead bodies to fuck her from behind.
I bet she would love that.
I know I would.
I close the space and hold up my knife, getting the small group to stop. I walk past them to Hayley in Sawyer’s arms and wag my eyebrows. The first vampire frowns, stiffening. He swivels to look behind him and I swing my blade out, swiping it across his throat to spray blood around.
Hayley in takes a breath, flaring her nostrils, looking so fiercely sexy I could barely stand it.
That’s my girl. I appreciate how fucking cute she looks flying from Sawyer’s arms like the little bird I love, her belly bulging and looking so very kissable. I can’t wait to snuggle her. I haven’t gotten enough of that lately, all things considered.
“Don’t kill them all, little bird. Alexander isn’t here, and we might need to use one of them for information.” I love fucking with people, seeing the confusion twist across their faces.
Cooper gets between Hayley and the vampires, catching her in his arms as if they put on a private performance for all of us. And damn him. He’s going to get punched in the balls later for intervening. I couldn’t wait to see Hayley tear into that fucker’s throat.
But damn. She bites Cooper, and I wish it was me. She’s all hot and wild and ready to just destroy the fucking city.
My balls hurt, craving for a moment of her time. What I wouldn’t give to have her teeth sinking into my throat and her lips parting and sucking my blood.
“Everyone into the room. Get on your knees or you will face a hell of a lot of torture. We’d prefer to make this quick.” Sawyer nudges Cooper to continue walking, though he and Hayley look like they’re about to fuck each other right here and now. And damn it, do I want to join them and sandwich her between us again. Just feel how tight her ass is...damn. I need a distraction. I need a bloodbath. I need something, anything to get my mind in control so my dick stops trying to take over.
“Surely there is something you guys want. You do not have to threaten us with violence. Name your price.” This comes from Augusta as he backs up slowly, keeping Biddeford between him and us. He’s a fucking coward.
Biddeford is a sniveling weak ass bitch, clutching his bloody hand and acting as if we’ve done something horrendous like I killed his dog. The fucker. We’d never do something so cruel.
Animals are far better than most vampires. Some donors too. If I could just gather up all the strays, I’d have one hell of a life, dogs, cats, and Hayley. We could have something special.
I wonder where I could get a pet for her. For our kid.
Fuck. I need to focus.