Nash stood next to the curtain, using his arm to lean against the wall, bracing himself as if he were too drunk to stand upright on his own. He swayed a bit, the way someone with a heavy head would.
Abi’s tiny spider legs disappeared. He grew longer inside Nash’s shirt, curling around Nash to accommodate his new, longer snake body, and then his snake head popped out of his shirt.
What kind of snake are you?
King cobra. It’s not native to here, but I’m bored with the rattlesnake, which is the only venomous snake in this part of North America. Boring.Abi sounded a little put out by Mother Nature, as if she had done him a disservice by not creating more variety.A cobra can also kill the fastest. They have a neurotoxin that will work within minutes. It’s neat stuff.
Nash chuckled.
On the bright side, they won’t have anti-venom here. King cobras live in Southeast Asia. I doubt the emergency room doctors would even know what the problem is. By the time they do all the tests, it will be too late, and that’s assuming they get him to the hospital quickly, which I doubt very much.
The chuckle must have alerted the guard to their presence because he pulled back the curtain. He seemed to know right where they were too because his gaze met Nash’s. His scowl was deep and menacing.
By the time the guy saw Abi in all his flare-headed glory, it was too late. Abi had already struck. His strike range was amazing. Several feet separated them from the bouncer, but it didn’t seem like any distance at all.
The bouncer winced and then seemed confused as he cupped his cheek. A small amount of blood trickled from twin fang marks. When he pulled his hand away, blood covered his fingertips.
Abi slithered back into Nash’s shirt. He wrapped himself around Nash’s waist. If someone looked closely enough, they would see the ripples of Abi’s body through Nash’s white shirt.
The man’s eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to scream. Nash wrapped his hand around the guy’s throat before a sound could escape. He put a finger to his lips before smiling. “You don’t want to make my snake come out again, do you?”
Abi poked his head out of Nash’s shirt and bit the guy again.
The guy would have screamed if Nash had not restricted his airway.
Nash shrugged. “Oops.”
His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the ground with a thud. There wasn’t any way the venom would have worked that fast.I think you scared him to death, baby.
Abi chuckled and tucked himself back into Nash’s shirt.
Nash wanted to stay hidden for as long as possible.
The victims are almost out. Headed to safety. For a club of dragon shifter bikers, your guys are very efficient.Who knew Spider Sylvain could make backhanded compliments sound like teasing? Nash didn’t even know Spider had a sense of humor.
We do our best.Nash wanted to take the bait, if that was Spider actually baiting him. Who could really tell?
Spider chuckled.Give the signal, and when you’re ready, we’ll get the party started out here.
Give us ten minutes.That was all they would need.
Nash walked down a long hallway. Several doors were closed. Club members could take advantage of the unoccupied rooms.
Nash passed an open door and peeked inside. There was what appeared to be a padded sawhorse with straps on it. Nash didn’t pretend to know how to use it, but he supposed Abi would bend over the thing and Nash would fuck him. If that were indeed how it was done, it would be fun until all the blood rushed to Abi’s head and he passed out from it. What a way to kill the mood.
Abi poked his head out of Nash’s shirt. His little forked tongue scented the air.Hard pass, Daddy.
Nash chuckled.What? Why wouldn’t you want to spice things up?
You’re plenty spicy. On fire. I like it just the way you give it to me. Daddy. I don’t need all the extra stuff.
Abi rubbed his head against Nash’s chest.
Nash moved further down the hall. The rooms were too small for what Mallor had in store for him. He’d need lots of room when he made Nash bleed.
Nash took longer strides and quickened his pace as he headed to the end of the hall. The room had to be bigger. Either that or it led to another floor with a larger space. Nash was unsure, but he’d find out soon enough.
The sign on the door readPrivate Use Only. There were no instructions on seeing the manager if someone wanted to use the room. All the rooms in this part of the club were private, so the only way the sign made sense was if someone had exclusive access. That someone would most definitely be Mallor.
