I had two of the men turn to release a hail of bullets at the ones still firing, mowing half of them down, leaving the other half screaming and disorganized.
Perfect. I sauntered into the house with my gun pointed in the general direction of the men left not under my power. As they noticed me, each fell into Thrall and moved out of my way.
Samson lay on the floor, nursing a wound in his leg.
I didn’t Thrall him. Instead, I let my fangs down and smiled.
He shouted, “Wha...what the fuck are you?”
“I’m asking the questions, Mister Samson.”
“Jesus Christ, lady…”
Annoyed by the wound on my shoulder, I grabbed the closest piece of shit I had Thralled and tipped his head back. I sank my fangs into his neck and took a long pull from his vein. His blood was foul, full of drugs and greed. But, at the same time, it accelerated the healing to my shoulder.
I let him go without sealing the bite; they were all dead anyway.
Samson had tears running down his face, staring at the useless blood bag standing there.
“Why are you after Ginter?”
“D-don’t...don’t kill me.”
“Answer the question!”
“I...he…”
I cocked the gun and shot the donor in the head. “Why are you after Ginter?”
“Holy shit.” He choked, more tears wetting his face.
I shot another nearby scumbag in the head. “I don’t care for your hesitation.”
He pissed himself.Fab.
But he finally opened his mouth to do something aside from stutter. “They want me to blackmail him, humiliate him. He can’t have a seat in the Senate. He’ll fuck everything up. Problem is, the fucker is clean, honest. Won’t take money or threats. He’s got to be killed off if he won’t take the cash.”
“Who?”
“What?”
I took aim at his head. “Who wants him dead?”
“I don’t know!”
I shot the mostly dead human next to him in warning.
“Fuck, lady, I don’t know! He only comes around once in a while. Drops off a folder and a bank bag. No names. Just, corrupt Ginter.”
I was about to demand more information when a lightning bolt of lust shot through me and almost made me lose the massive Thrall I had cast. I staggered against the wall, and managed to fend off the desperate need for an orgasm…but only just.
Fuck. The influence on Haley.
She and Ginter were having sex, and that lust was rolling through to me.
Another shot of want slammed into me, and I had to close my eyes to bear it.
The Thrall floundered for a moment, but I grabbed it back.
