ONE
HEAT
Nothing is happening to find Kinley, which only spurs to piss me off more than it already has. When the time comes, and we finally get our hands on the bastards who stole from us, I intend to tear them limb from limb and play with their intestines.
You don’t fuck with me or mine. You surely don’t cross my club without repercussions.
I intend to make those dirty vampires who stole my sister’s best friend pay for what they’ve done. I’ve said it repeatedly that I won’t rest until she’s home, and I won’t.
I have a message to deliver, and I will be making sure they receive it. This club is not weak. We’re not playing games.
A month ago, we nearly had her. We’d been close. If not for Pyro’s mom being a complete and total bitch for hating her son, we would have her back. Now, we’re back home and have eyes and ears everywhere after reading that woman’s journals and learning they’d planned to come back in an attempt to get my sister.
No way will that asshole vampire, Holstein, get my sister. It’s bad enough he’d been able to get Kinley. How Kinley allowed herself to be vulnerable to them is something I’ll never understand. She had always been too trusting of people, and we all told her so.
The moment they step foot back into our town, we’ll know, and we’ll kill them all for taking her and doing god fuckin’ knows what to her.
“Heat, baby, wanna play?” Chellie, one of the horas, purrs in my ear while running her hands along my shoulders from behind.
“Not right now,” I grunt, shrugging her off me. They all know better than to touch me without my permission, but don’t seem to listen when told.
If not for the fact the horas were good to have around when it comes to getting pussy when we all wanted to get laid, I’d say fuck them all and kick them out. However, they’re useful around here and do their part, no matter how half-assed my sister, Evelin, says they do.
The horas are meant to help with the cooking and cleaning up the clubhouse. We don’t let them work at any of the businesses we own, so they don’t get to know that part of what we do. Some, over the years, have gotten jobs and work outside the club. The ones around here lately, they don’t seem to want to do shit but lie on their backs and take dick all day.
Not my type of woman, that’s for sure.
Not that I’m even looking for one.
Three of my brothers have lately found women for themselves. Fire, who happens to be one of my best friends, ended up with my sister. It pissed me off at first, but I should’ve known it’d happen. My sister has been in love with Fire for years. Inferno ended up finding out his mate was Francie, the assistant manager at our bar, which was some shit none of us knew untilthey were ready to tell us. Then Pyro ended up finding his mate, Carina, who was also Inferno’s little sister.
I’m happy for them all, but that shit isn’t for me. I’m good on my own. I have my club and family. They’re all I need. A woman would complicate my life way too damn much and be no more than a headache.
“But I wanna have some fun with you.” Chellie pouts, coming around me to plant her ass in my lap.
“Told you not now, Chellie. I’m not gonna change my mind. Get the fuck off my lap.” If she doesn’t listen, I’ll end up losing my shit and tossing her off me. What the hell is it with women not listening when you tell them to back the fuck off?
Every last one of these bitches around here has been getting on my everlasting nerve lately.
“My son told you to move along. I suggest you do that.”
I want to groan at the sound of my mother’s voice. I love the woman to death. She’s the best woman I know, but damn, what is up with her being around all the time recently? Oh, right, Evelin is pregnant, and no way was my mom missing it. Hell, even Freyja, Fire’s mother, has been around more. Though she was trying to spend time getting to know her son. I don’t know if she’s doing that with her other son, Fire’s brother none of us knew about, but I think with Fire, it’s got him freaked the fuck out.
Plus, there’s this whole thing with us needing to find his other two siblings. We figured we’d give his brother, Dexter, the task of finding one while we find the other.
First, though, our priority has been finding Kinley, and we will. Hopefully sooner rather than later.
Thankfully, Chellie listens and scatters away quickly as my mother takes a seat at the table.
“What’s up?” I ask, watching her closely.
“I have to go away to handle some things,” she announces.
“Okay.” I get my mother not telling me more. I don’t tell her much about what we do here, though I’m sure she’s more than aware.
“Freya asked me to deliver a message too. One that might not make you happy.” The way she smirks tells me I’m not going to like it one bit.
“What message?”
