A lust-filled cloud hung over me as I pictured her doing just as she’d bragged. “What might those plans be?” Given their threat to blow Jo’s house, I would bet my vamp ass that they wanted me dead. But I had to ask.
She reached around behind her, grabbed my cock, and squeezed. “The next time we meet, I’ll be cutting off your dick.”
I choked out a laugh as I pushed her away. “I highly suggest you take your sisters and get the fuck out before I decide to do something far worse to you than what I did to your sister.” My tone was even but held a threat just the same.
She heaved a breath, snarling. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“Baby doll, you’re drenched in fear. I can taste it. But it’s not only me you should worry about.” I pointed to Roman. “He’s about to come out of it.” I marched toward her. “I’m giving you one chance to walk out now.” There was no point in keeping them. Jordyn might sing like a canary, but Layla wouldn’t, and I had to get them out before they became victims of Roman’s wrath.
Layla scrambled to get her sisters as Roman and I watched them hurry out.
“Olivia, humans are coming your way. Let them pass,” I said into my comm.
There was no sense in detaining them. I knew that within the next day or so, Layla would be on her knees, begging me for help.
3
LAYLA
Ipressed the gas pedal down as far as it would go on the dilapidated Nissan we had dumped in the lot outside the club the night before. The car sputtered as I careened around the corner on a deserted street. I couldn’t wait to knock back a stiff drink to calm my nerves.
But first, I had to put as much distance as possible between the club and the three of us. With our luck, that Roman vamp or even Sam was following us in the shadows. Although, with as many darts as we’d pumped into Roman, I doubted he would be able to do much for a while.
I quickly checked the rearview then over my shoulder. Rianne slid to one side, her head falling into Jordyn.
“Fuuuuuck!” I screamed. “What kind of compelling did he do?”
Rianne’s brown eyes were hollow as if she’d had a lobotomy. I’d seen a victim of compelling, and they’d had a faraway look in their eyes, but nothing like the zombie state Rianne was in.
Argh! I wanted to scream.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
I should never have agreed to take this job, but my sisters and I needed the money, and two hundred grand was hard to pass up.
Jordyn, the youngest, slapped Rianne on the cheek quite hard. “Sis.” She snapped her fingers. “Come on. Wake up.”
“You know we need Mason to help here.” The only way Rianne was coming out of it was if Sam was dead or he removed the spell himself.
“Turn around and go back.” Jordyn was on the verge of tears.
“No. It was a miracle he let us go.” I suspected he had because he knew we would need his help with Rianne. “We need to wait until Mason calms down first.” I doubted the sexy vamp would help us. We’d pissed him off, and when a vamp was enraged, there was no getting through to him. “Plus, I don’t want to chance running into Roman.”
“Then we need to call our uncles,” Jordyn said.
“Oh, fuck no.” The last people I wanted help from were my father’s brothers. Uncle Jack would berate and belittle me until I had no soul. Even if we did call them, it would take them at least a day to get out here, and honestly, I would rather confront Sam than my uncles.
Besides, Uncle Jack didn’t have a soft spot for me. I believed he would help me if I needed it, but in the process, he would make a point to tell me how idiotic I was and that I shouldn’t be hunting. He thought a woman’s place was in the home, not carrying weapons and chasing the undead.
But the need to rid the earth of bloodsuckers resided in our heritage. Some of our family members dating back a century had died at the hands of vampires, my father included. Still, my dad hadn’t shared the same belief as Uncle Jack. Dad had wanted us girls to know how to protect ourselves. He’d taught my sisters and me everything we needed to know about how to kill a vampire—burn them, drive a cobalt blade through their hearts, or cut off their heads.
Jordyn snarled as our gazes collided in the rearview. “They’re more skilled than we are.”
That might be true. My uncles had been hunting vampires a lot longer than us, but my ego wasn’t ready to give in just yet. “We need to lie low for the night and regroup. Let’s figure out if we can salvage this job, still get paid, and get Rianne back.” Our benefactor wanted Sam breathing, and I wanted to fuck his brains out, and then drive a cobalt blade through his heart.
I gripped the steering wheel even tighter. My dad would roll over in his grave if he knew I had salacious thoughts about a vampire. It had been years since I’d had a guy in my bed. Too long in my book, and my sex toys weren’t cutting it anymore.
“Come on, sis. Snap out of it.” Panic filled Jordyn’s voice as she slapped Rianne again, even pulled on her hair. “Screw the money; we need to go kill Mason. Once he’s dead, she’ll come out of the trance.” Fury and fear mingled in her tone.
