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“I don’t know,” I admit.

“So much better than going out,” Mikey says with a contented sigh.

“And we’re only just getting started, baby,” Liam adds.

“Hmm. I definitely need a drink now though,” I protest.

“Refreshment break before round two,” Mikey declares.

“Hmm,” I close my eyes and nestle my cheek against Conor’s chest. “I’ll just wait here.”

Then I feel another hand on my back and the scent of Shane’s cologne as he leans over me and kisses the back of my head. “You relax with Conor, sweetheart and we’ll be back with some food and drink soon.”

“Sounds perfect,” I purr.

A Ryan Recon

A NEW YORK RUTHLESS SHORT STORY

Chapter1

Jessie

Afamiliar black SUV rolls to a stop in the basement as I duck out of the nightclub exit and head to the elevator that leads to the safety of the penthouse above. As well as having a club down here, we also have a huge parking garage full of expensive, high end cars.

The doors open and the occupants jump out, laughing loudly at some private joke between themselves because they haven’t seen me yet. I eye them suspiciously as they make their way across the concrete floor, their heavy, black boots stomping on the ground. They’re dressed in black military gear and each of them has an AK47 slung over their shoulders, carrying them as casually as I would do a purse. The fluorescent lights highlight the dark, purple patches of dried blood on their clothing as they move purposefully through the garage – all muscle and masculinity and sex.

I cross my arms over my chest as they approach, suddenly feeling in the mood for a little fun. Upon seeing me, they falter for a second. They look at each other, then without another word they pull their masks up from beneath their jaws until the lower part of their faces are covered. The two of them would be almost indistinguishable from each other, except that one has a killer clown smile on his mask, while the other has a vampire’s mouth on his – fangs bared and blood dripping from his lips.

“That’s quite the look,” I say with a pop of one eyebrow as they approach me.

The clown tilts his head, his dark eyes roaming over my body hungrily. He grabs hold of his dick, readjusting himself in his pants and I roll my eyes.

“You shouldn’t be hanging around a place like this all on your own,” the vampire says, his voice deep and smooth.

I shrug. “Pretty sure I can take care of myself.”

The clown steps around me, circling me like a hunter would his prey. He bends his head low, running his nose over my hair before he pulls it aside, exposing my neck. He stands directly behind me, his fingers still threaded in my hair and the heat from his body penetrating the thin fabric of my dress. His hot breath dusts over my skin, making a shiver run the length of my body. “I bet I could take care of a pretty little thing like you.”

I glance back at him, to see his dark eyes dancing with mischief. “Well, you could try.”

His teeth snap together beneath his mask. “I think we found ourselves a live wire here,” he growls, his voice low and full of menace.

The vampire takes two steps toward me, until I’m sandwiched between their two hard bodies. My breathing grows heavier. My pulse thrums against my skin. Warmth pools in my core. I tilt my head up so I can look him in the eyes.

He gives me a cheeky wink that makes heat coil up my spine. “Hmm. I figure it might take the two of us to handle this one.”

“I’ll handle her right here, right now,” the clown growls in my ear, pressing his hard cock against my back. His free hand glides down my body, over my ass until his fingers are playing with the edge of my dress.

I glance back at him again. “Let me guess, you’re supposed to be the funny one, right?”

He snarls in frustration, grabbing hold of my jaw and titling my head so he can stare into my eyes.

“Well, you are dressed like a clown,” I purr, pressing my ass back against him.

He glances down, appraising his attire before his dark eyes lock on mine again. “You think I’m a clown? Just here for your entertainment?”

“Well, surely you don’t think I’m going to let you two blood-soaked mercenaries upstairs where my children are sleeping, do you? So I figured you can only be here for me.”

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