Page 31 of Suck This

CHAPTER 9

Stalkers - is it technically called stalking when your stalker is aware that you’re there?

-Asking for a friend

ACADIA

I was stalking the poor man.

But was he, technically, a man? Was a vampire, a man that was dead for all intents and purposes, classified as a man?

Though he had a cock and it got hard—which technically would make him a man—at least in my book.

“He sees you, you know,” Keisha said as she popped more popcorn into her mouth.

“How do you know?” I asked, turning away from the man that kept drawing my eyes.

Her smile was evil.

“Because every time you turn around, his eyes come to you like he knows you were looking at him, and he’s done it not just once, but over ten times. It’s getting comical how much each of you are actively trying to stay away from each other,” she drawled.

I smacked my forehead with my hand.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

She took another handful of popcorn and slowly started to pop it, piece by piece, into her mouth. Her eyes were on something over my shoulder, and I knew she was watching him.

“Who is that lovely shade of male specimen beside him?”

I chanced a glance, and my heart started to pound.

“That is Abraham,” I murmured, turning back around once the other male’s eyes released mine. “He’s Constantine’s right-hand man.”

“And what about the man on his left?”

I didn’t have to turn to know who that was.

“That is his left-hand man.” I snickered.

She threw a piece of popcorn at me.

“Thanks, Captain Obvious,” she grunted. “But really. What’s his name?”

“Pavlov, I believe,” I admitted. “Though, nobody is actually sure since we can’t get any more info on him.”

“Who is we?” Keisha asked, scooting in closer, sensing a juicy story.

“Me and my brother, Nash,” I answered. “We did research on the vampires in the city once he realized he was going to make the move over to represent them. He didn’t want to be caught off guard, nor be around any of them by himself if they were completely dangerous.”

“Ahh.” Keisha nodded in understanding. “That makes a whole lot of sense.”

It did. My brother was always prepared, no matter what. Though, that had a lot more to do with his Army Ranger skills than anything else. He was a badass in a suit.

Though, as I turned around, I realized my brother wasn’t the only badass that could pull off a suit. Each of Constantine’s men, including him, could pull off the badass suit thing.

Constantine, however, held all of my attention. Demanding it and expecting me to obey.

I wasn’t sure he even realized what he was doing—calling me with his looks.

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