I grab the jeans and white shirt from the closet, dressing quickly. I run my fingers through my long hair, tying it with the black leather strip.
My cell phone is on the dresser, so I grab it, turn, walk out of my room, down the hall, and out the back door across the yard.
Nobody will see me disappear from the rear yard.
I teleport to City Or Sin into my office. I look around, noticing that everything is still where I left it.
I walk to the door, out of my office down the hall to talk to Vlad. I walk into his office, raising my right eyebrow.
“Fucking hell, what’s the problem, bro? I know that you can handle the business in the City Of Sin,” I say, smirking.
I look out into the dark behind the building, pulling out my pack of cigarettes. I pull one out and light it up.
Fuck, smoking is only recreational for me because it sure as hell wouldn’t hurt me.
“Kon will be here; you need to be here; it’s important,” Vlad snaps.
“Why don’t we meet at home. I would like to have dinner at home with our Sire,” I ask, taking a drag of my cigarette.
“This is important, it has to do with our powers and why we’re so weak,” Vlad snaps.
“What the fuck are you talking about? I have noticed that I’m always feeling weak, but I thought it was because I’m not getting enough ambrosia,” I say, rubbing my emerging incisors with my tongue.
“Dionisie, this is important shit. You need to start acting like the Kozlov Prince,” Vlad growls.
“Fuckingtastic! You’re fucking uptight! You need to calm down; we have eternity to get shit done,” I say, looking at the moon.
It’s a full moon; partaking of the ambrosia on a full moon makes the nectar extra nutritional. My incisors extend completely out; it’s fucking time to partake of some ambrosia because I’ve been feeling weak. It’s been a few days since I’ve been with Wynter. She’s the only one that I drink from.
“Don’t you think that you’ve been on this sabbatical for far too damn long? I need you to get your ass here and for you to pull your weight in the corporations. Instead, you and Kon are fucking around with the humans when we have shit to take care of,” Vlad snarls.
I chuckle, shaking my head.
“Vlad, it’s only been a few years. I want to enjoy being a human as long as possible. So I went into the Navy, and now I’m enjoying the MC lifestyle. I love playing in the MC playground. So, what the fuck is the problem? I’m not ready to get back, not until they start noticing that I’m not getting old,” I snap, taking a long drag of my cigarette.
“It’s absolute bullshit,” Vlad says, running his fingers through his short hair.
“Hey brothers,” Kon says, walking into the office, unbuttoning his black, expensive Italian suit button, pulling at his cufflinks.
Of fuckingcourse, Kon will be playing in the high society playground.
I roll my eyes, shaking my head. Like if we don’t get enough of that bullshit at home.
“Kon, glad that you made it on time,” Vlad says, nodding.
“Always here for the cause,” Kon says, leaning against the wall crossing his legs, sliding his hands into his slack pockets.
“We have a crisis; it’s actually a supernatural crisis,” Vlad says, leaning back into his chair, resting his arm on the armrest, looking at us.
“What’s up,” I ask, furrowing my forehead.
“The werewolf Dane should be here at any moment. He will give us the details,” Vlad says, nodding.
“It sounds bloody interesting,” Kon says, turning up his lips.
“Fuck! The English are rubbing off on you,” Vlad says, leaning forward, resting his arms on the desk.
“It’s been utterly pleasurable these last few years. I’m enjoying taking care of the City Of Souls businesses,” Kon says, nodding.
