Page 87 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
“Don’t worry, you didn’t say anything bad.”
The lines on her face smooth with my words. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“That wasn’t very kind ofyou,” I tell Mateo once Alissa closes the door. “I’ll never forgive you if she doesn’t come back.”
“Alissa is a good soldier.”
“Oh, I’m glad you approve of her, Daddy.” My voice is sickly sweet and even I’m annoyed by the sound.
“I have a favor to ask of you, Demi.”
His voice alone could hypnotize me, but I grind my teeth together and cross my arms over my chest.
“What?”
He laughs. “Your manners are impeccable.”
I scowl and stomp to the couch, flopping onto it and throwing my arm over my eyes, groaning when another cramp batters me.
“You’re hurt?”
“No,” I say, cheeks tinging pink. “Woman stuff.” It’s the best way I can tell him without spelling it out.
The speaker crackles, then his deep voice rumbles through. “Do you need anything?”
I scoff. I hate helpful Mateo. I despise the way he flip flops from kind to cold killer. From maybe someone I would like to someone I hate with every fiber of my being.
“I’m fine, what favor do you need?”
There’s a pause, and the white noise fades. I remove my arm and look around the room.
“I have an important meeting to attend, and I’d like you to accompany me.”
The frown pulling at my lips is almost painful. “Why are you asking me?”
Wouldn’t it make more sense for him to storm in and throw me over his shoulder like the barbarian he is?
“Because, Demetria, I’d like you to come willingly.”
My name rolls off his tongue in a sinful promise, a reminder of the promises he made. I bite my lip, forcing back the memory of his fangs on my neck and the insane ache between my legs.
“What do I get out of it?”
“A piece of your history.”
Damn. He’s the master of dangling carrots just out of reach, and I’m the desperate horse trying my damndest to snatch it.
“Good, Evelyn will be there in a few hours to help you get ready.”
“I never agreed.”
The sinister laugh which bleeds from the speakers makes my eye twitch. “I’ll see you tonight, Demetria.”
Bastard.
Evelyn shows up as promised. Her dark eyes squint at me in disapproval. She flashes to me, shoves me into the shower fully clothed, and jerks the handle to hot. I snatch the shampoo out of her hand and bare my teeth at her.
“I’ve got it,” I growl the words at her.
