“Yeah, but Blood is a brother, and fuck, I don’t see any issues. But Fiend, he’s one of the Men Of Mayhem in the Satan’s Warriors MC; he’s Poison’s brother,” Autumn says, biting her lower lip.
“Fuck,” I say, rolling my eyes.
I’m trying to remember the biker, but I don’t because I was busy with Blood.
“Yeah, I don’t know how War will take it,” Autumn says, moving her fingers over the cell.
Autumn smiles as she enters a text; a soft flush is on her face; she looks so damn happy. I hope that War doesn’t have a fucking issue with Fiend.
“There isn’t any reason why he should make a fuss. Really, he’s our brother, not our father, and besides, we get to decide who we love,” I huff, crossing my arms looking at her.
“Okay, now tell me what’s up with Blood,” Autumn asks, sliding the cell phone into her black leather jacket side pocket.
“What’s there to say, really? The man is fucking hot and cold; he gives me whiplash,” I scoff, looking for my wallet.
“Sis, I hear you, but he is a brother, and I know that he loves you,” Autumn says, nodding.
“Of fuckingcourse, he loves me, but the man is fucking driving me crazy,” I say, throwing my hands up in the air, shaking my head.
“Everything will work out,” Autumn says, nodding.
“Absolfuckinluty,” I say, smiling.
“You know, I always knew that you two would end up together because he was always so sweet to you. He always has his eyes on you,” Autumn says, crossing her arms.
“Crazy motherfucker! I’m going to make him step up because this is insane,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Let’s get gone,” Autumn says, grinning.
“Fuckingtastic, let’s get gone,” I say, walking out of my room.
Four
Blood
It’s fucking crazy; the clubhouse is packed for a Thursday night. I take a long pull of my beer, looking through the mirror behind the bar at Wynter.
Of fuckingcourse I’m always watching her, taking care of what’s mine.
I’m all over the place with her, running hot and cold.
What’s holding me back?
I’m a fucking monster!
My brothers, especially Death.
Absolfuckinluty, my fucking age, is fucking messing with my mind.
I scrub my face, closing my eyes as I try to control the urge to walk over to Wynter and fucking claim her as mine.
But.
There is always a but, the fucking issue is what then?
Do I tell her that I’m a monster in the human books?
That I’m a Vampire from another world?
