The cab driver sighed. “Damn it, Cassie is gonna have my head for getting involved. Grab clothes and as much money as you might have. And whatever else you might want. You can come home with me for the night. Cassie might be able to help you. You can’t stay in the city for long, though. Those vampires have your scent now. They’ll track you here. Probably to my cab too, the fuckers.”
Lucas nodded and opened the car door. His hands shook so bad, he had to try the handle twice before it opened. He did what the man said and packed a bag as full as he could get it. He got the cash he had been saving out of his sock drawer and stuck it into his pocket.
He looked out his bedroom window at the cab still parked in the driveway and then farther up the road, making sure no one had followed them. He didn’t see a vehicle, but he could see movement across the street between two neighbors’ houses. It was difficult to see in the dark, but whatever it was turned on those motion sensor lights at almost every house it passed.
He ran down the stairs and out of his parents’ front door. Everything happened so fast after that. Lucas was in a daze. The old man must have sensed it coming because he put the car in reverse and backed up just as the vampire stopped in the road. The ball of light leftLucas at the same time, only the light was gray and not that stark white color. Lucas focused and pushed the light toward Gary, who stood in the middle of the road. The light grew bigger and when it hit Gary, he flew back, smashing against the side of the house across the street.
Lucas clutched his bag to his chest as he ran to the cab. He pulled open the door and fell inside once again. The cab driver took off down the road even before he got the car door shut. “Yep, I’d say you’re right. You do have vampires after you.”
Chapter Three
Nicolono eyed Hacen with a look of false calm. “Tell me, Hacen, how exactly does a vampire lose a witch? Especially one that doesn’t even know he’s a witch.”
Nicolono leaned back in his office chair. He wasn’t a big man, not nearly as big as Gary had been. He was tall, but thin, which was often deceptive to most people who didn’t know they should fear him.
Hacen should’ve known better than to make such a big mistake. It would have been Gary getting punished, but he was dead.
He’d miss Gary’s…violent skills. Gary had certain talents in certain areas.
Nicolono smiled pleasantly.
There was a knock on the office door. “Come in.” He watched as Angel led in a very naked dark-haired man who had tears in his eyes and was trying to shield his private bits.
“Bring him clothing. He is my mate, not some common blood whore. And let everyone know not to touch him. Death is what awaits if they do.”
Angel nodded and left the room.
Nicolono had found his mate last week, and already his wife had wreaked havoc. He’d finally found someone who would counteract the language barrier she had created. He should’ve been getting an erection from seeing his mate, but he hadn’t fixed that curse yet.
Nicolono crooked his finger at the young man. He watched the human’s lean body as he walked. Nicolono had always liked his meals young. His mate’s beauty was particularly special. He had dark hair and a body made for fucking. He had met the man at a club. The beauty had been dancing with an abandon that appealed to Nicolono. He hadn’t approached him immediately but rather he had waited for a more opportune time to take what was his.
He was getting angry, though, at the curse his wife had put on his poor cock. His anger grew exponentially every time his mate stood in front of him.
He patted his knee and the naked man sat stiffly. Nicolono ran a hand down the man’s chest and kept a firm grip on his waist. “What’s your name, boy?”
“Jules,” his mate said, fear rolling off his tongue with each tiny bit of air he expelled.
Nicolono smiled. He’d have to reward Thomas for lifting the language barrier curse from his mate, even if the warlock couldn’t lift the erectile dysfunction curse. So many curses his wife had put on him. That woman was a menace.
Warlocks did have their uses after all. Not as useful as a male witch, apparently. There were far too many warlocks in existence for them to be of use for very long, especially one who was a scared little twit like Thomas. Now, a male witch was a very rare thing. There was only one in existence and Hacen had let him slip through his fingers.
“Just relax, Jules. I would never hurt you.” Nicolono’s hand slid farther down his chest and rested under his belly button. The boy’s softened cock twitched a bit despite his fear, speaking more of his youth than his pretty face did. “How old are you, boy?”
“Nineteen years old, sir,” Jules whispered.
Nicolono was glad it was Angel and Frederick, who had captured Jules for him. They were the best at being persuasive without getting rough with the blood whores. Of course, most of the humans who lived at the mansion came of their own free will. It was good money after all, and they could come and go as they pleased once Nicolono was sure they would keep their mouths shut. Nicolono had waited a couple of days before bringing him home where he belonged.
“So young. I’m a hundred and eighty-seven years old.” Nicolono gave the boy a smile when his big brown eyes rounded. “Vampires are very old creatures, Jules. To hear my wife tell it, we’re also very hard to live with.” Nicolono eyed Hacen. “Doesn’t Silvia say I’m impossible?”
“Yes, sir.” Hacen stood inside the door with his hands clasped behind his back, like the soldier he used to be, before he’d become part of the Stavros coven. It was because of his fighting ability that Nicolono had taken him on in the first place. He had shown his worth over the past ten years and if he took a few liberties then Nicolono had always overlooked it.
Hacen eyed the boy in Nicolono’s lap with hunger and a large serving of lust.
Nicolono ran a finger down Jules’ limp cock, caressing it. Hacen could watch as Nicolono got Jules hard. Nicolono would allow it, even though he wanted to rip the man’s throat out. That would have to wait until Hacen was of no use to him. Nicolono had not gotten to be so old without learning patience.
“Is Shawn upstairs beside mywife?”
“Yes, a cell over.”
