I nod at the prospect Brick that’s working the bar, tilting my head, calling him over.
“Hey,” Brick says, resting his hands on the counter.
“Brick, get me three beers,” I say, leaning against the bar countertop.
“Yea,” Brick says, walking away.
“Dionisie, interesting place,” Vlad says, crossing his arms looking around.
“Brother, it’s amazing living with the bros, and I’m fucking happy, especially since I claimed my woman,” I say, nodding, lowering my eyelids, looking at Vlad and Kon's persona.
I look at my brothers, and they’re fucking looking like they don’t belong here. I hope that the bros don’t notice that they look fucking loaded.
Of fuckingcourse, I never really thought about it since I’m so fucking used to it. I don’t need the bros asking tons of questions.
“Indeed, update, since we’re here. Sasha is trading places with me; I’m returning to Vegas with Vlad,” Kon says, nodding.
“Okay, is Sasha doing good,” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
“Blood,” Brick says, placing the beers on the countertop.
“Thanks,” I say, grabbing the beer bottles, handing them to my brothers.
I take a long pull because, holy fuck, I’m fucking stressed. I’m not going to relax until I’m able to talk to my Baby. I know that she will be okay with the turning and healing that we performed, but hell if I’m not anxious.
“Blood, how’s Wynter? Death advised that these are your brothers. We want to meet them since we’re family,” War says, stopping, crossing his arms.
Death, Scorpion, and Vicious are flanking War, looking at my brothers.
“War, Medicis still treating Wynter. Of fuckingcourse, bros, these are my brothers Vlad and Kon,” I say, turning my lips, puffing out my chest proudly.
“Vlad, Kon, these are my bros, War, Death, Scorpion, and Vicious. Of course, they’re also Wynter’s blood brothers,” I say, nodding.
“It’s a pleasure,” Vlad says, extending his hand.
“Nice to meet you,” Kon says, extending his hand.
They shake hands, and of fuckingcourse, the bros are assessing each other. I take another pull of my beer.
“Hey, hi, nice to meet you,” the bros say, nodding.
“We just dropped in to say hi,” Vlad says, holding the beer bottle in his hands.
“Fuckingtastic, I’m glad to meet Blood’s brothers. I just wanted to meet you, but I need to take care of some issues. I hope that next time we can have dinner,” War says, turning up his lips.
“Indeed,” Vlad says, nodding.
“Sounds good,” Kon says, sliding his hand into his slacks' pocket.
“Later, bye, good-bye,” the bros say, walking away.
“Dionisie, we need to leave. We have many transactions to review, but our Sire has some findings that he would like to impart. I’ll advise you when I’m informed,” Vlad huffs, placing the beer bottle on the countertop.
“Indeed, say hi to Sasha,” I say, nodding.
“Will do, take care,” Kon says, smirking.
My brothers walk across the room; I look around the room at the bros, checking them out until they’re out the door.
