Page 26 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
The voice is the same one from before, deep and laced with malice. Threatening. Nothing like Grayson’s playful tone and more vicious than Colt’s carefully controlled voice. The man behind the glass is threatening enough with words alone that I snap my mouth shut.
I don’t want to die. I want them to let me go home. Thirty-six seconds pass before he speaks again.
“Good girl.”
Grayson discreetly shakes his head at me. How he knows I’m about to say something stupid is besides the point, still, I heed his warning and stay silent.
Colt clears his throat and the intercom clicks off.
“What do you know about the Santa Cruz Pack?”
I shrug. “Not much. I know from the news they’ve been creeping on Blood Mafia territory for a while now, ever since the new Alpha came into power.”
Colt nods. “The werewolf you killed was Derrick Rhone, Pack Enforcer.” He opens a folder and slides a picture toward me.
I glance at the bloody image and quickly look away. I don’t need a picture. I remember all too well what he looked like before and after I killed him.
“You’re welcome.”
Grayson snickers. Colt glares at him before yanking the picture back and putting it back in his manila folder.
“Do you know the trouble you’ve caused?”
I lean back in my chair and focus on where I assume the man behind the mirror is standing. “I know I’ve killed one of your enemies. I know that you aren’t mad about his death. What I don’t know is why you kidnapped me. Care to enlighten me?”
Good job, Demi. Straight to the point.
“Santa Cruz Pack issued a contract for your head.”
Fuck.
I wait for the shoe to drop because I see Colt dangling it in front of my face, holding on to the shoestring between his thumb and forefinger and letting it slowly lower inch by inch.
He’s waiting for me to figure it out. I’ll be honest, I don’t entirely understand.
“So, what, you’re going to hand me over?”
Colt nods. “Sort of.”
“What does that mean?”
Grayson leans forward. “Easy now, tiger.”
I glare at him.
“You’ll be wearing this.” Colt carefully sets a weird metal vest on the table. I notice a few exit points and mechanisms, meaning this is some sort of weapon.
“What is it?”
Colt traces his finger over one of the barrels. “A vest that holds a bomb loaded with silver.”
Mateo
The look on Demetria’s face will haunt me for the rest of my life. She’s petrified, pissed, and sad all at once. For some inexplicable reason, I can’t stand to see her so afraid. Angry, I can handle. Her being sad isn’t any better than her being filled with fear.
At least she’s stopped quotingGone with the Wind. I hate that fucking movie, especially since Torana made me watch it a hundred times when it first came out. Before she stomped all over my undead heart.
Fucking cunt.
