Page 1 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
Chapter One
Demi
“Hello?” I set the food on the island and glance into the living room. It’s empty, but I can hear Kevin’s music playing from the bedroom. The corners of my mouth tug down when I hear the music we use to set the mood.
Someone’s spanking the monkey.
Running a finger along the cream-colored wall, I make my way to the bedroom. The door’s shut. Not entirely odd, but I begin to get that horrible sinking feeling in my gut.
The kind you get when you know something awful is about to happen. Like in fifth grade when I decided to wear white pants after Labor Day. I had this awful feeling when I finished buttoning them, but I ignored it. Later that morning, I’d gotten my period and hadn’t realized it until a giant red stain covered my ass.
What settles in the pit of my stomach now feels similar only a thousand times worse because I can hear the stupid wooden headboard banging against the wall.
There’s no way spanking the monkey can make so much noise.
I jerk the door open hard enough that it slams into the wall. Between the music and the bed, Kevin hasn’t noticed me. But she does, and the stupid fucking pixie stares straight at me with a smug smile. Her pink and purple hair—which looks fabulous on her by the way—is plastered to her forehead and messed up in the back.
My black sheets,my sheets, are crinkled and pulled up on one side to reveal the mattress underneath. They’ve been going at it hard. Her skin holds a hint of pink, and had she not been screwing my boyfriend, I would probably fall in love with her.
I’m a sucker like that. Pixies are in my top three favorite fae beings. They’re notoriously ornery, short, petite and every type of male loves them. Apparently, Kevin has no immunity to her charm because here he is, boinking her brains out.
I still haven’t said anything. I mean, he hasneverbeen like that with me. He’s slamming into her, hard and rough. The bed groans and creaks, threatening to break. He doesn’t hold back his shifter strength with her.
Whatever he’s doing seems to be working for her because her eyes roll back into her head. She lets out a throaty moan, and he comes along with her. I know because he does the weird bucking thing he always does, though it takes him with more force than I’ve grown accustomed to.
“Well, excuse the fuck out of me, but what the hell are you doing?” I say, finally finding my voice.
At least I let him finish. I kick his boxers out of the way and stand by the bed, glaring down at the fae and wolf. Probably not the smartest thing for a human to do.
“Shit, Demi.” Kevin squeaks. Yes, he actually squeaks as he pulls out of his conquest and scrambles off the bed. I pick up one of his random band tees, which he never puts in the hamper, and throw it at his head.
“Put some fucking clothes on,” I scream at him.
The pixie laughs and sits up, leaving her perfect body on display. Her tits are perfect and perky. Fae bitch.
“This is your girlfriend?” She sounds so disappointed.
I sneer at her. “Don’t fucking push me, short stop.”
“Calm down, Demi.”
The pixie snickers at Kevin’s reprimand.
Red clouds my vision.
I shove the pixie down and catapult over the bed in a way that surprises even myself. I cock my fist back and clock my ex-boyfriend right in the kisser. His head snaps sideways, much to my enjoyment. Years of mixed martial arts training have built up enough strength that I know he feels it. He may not be writhing in pain, but he feels it.
When his gaze meets mine, they’re glowing amber; his wolf is close to the surface.
“Oh, put it away, Kevin. Get your shit and get the hell out of my apartment.”
“Demi, come on,” he says, as if him screwing someone else—a fae at that—isn’t automatic grounds for dismissal.
“Get. Your. Shit.” I grind the words out. My fists are clenched, and I fight the urge to punch him again. I may have gotten away with it once, but his wolf will definitely make an appearance if I hit him again.
The whole power dynamic between supernaturals and humans isn’t fair. Regardless of how smart we are or how much technology we develop, they’ll always be stronger.
Stupid genetic mutation.
