Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
I pulled out of her and away, allowing her the time to step away from the window.
My semen dripped down her leg in a long line, and I felt my cock start to harden again. The visual she left me with was enough to cause me to rethink my duties. To rethink my rules and remake them to fit better around her.
That was all swept out the proverbial window when one second I was standing there, admiring her beautiful body, and the next the front door of my club was being blown off its hinges as human activists poured inside immediately following the explosion.
Acadia whipped her head around, eyes taking in the horror, and gasped.
I, on the other hand, yanked my jeans up, tucked my still hard cock back into my pants, and grabbed hold of Acadia’s hand.
The moment she was firmly in her apartment seconds later, I phased back to the club, repositioned myself directly next to the door where the human activists were still pouring in, and waited.
I made contact with Abraham, Render, Fox, and Pavlov, issued some orders, and then started to maim.
Killing was way too merciful, especially when I saw one of my favorite human waitresses lying on her side, the pall of death forever in her eyes.
No, I would make them useless. Force themselves to be fed through a feeding tube, but still be aware of the outside world as they knew it. Still realize how shitty their lives had turned.
And I’d enjoy every fucking second of it.
• • •
ACADIA
I stared at the wall of my living room and idly wondered what I’d done to deserve this.
Was it because I was bad girlfriend material? First Bradford fucking his secretary on his desk, and then Constantine refuses to even be seen with me!
Of course, I knew the underlying reason that Con wanted nothing to do with a relationship that involved me. I was a human. I was vulnerable, and he didn’t do vulnerable.
I was breakable, and if I got tangled up with human activists that were targeting him and other vampires like him, I wouldn’t fare the same as he would.
I’d be dead.
He’d come back to life.
I wasn’t even sure he could die at this point.
A knock sounded at my door, and I started forward, tripping on a shoe that I’d left in the middle of the floor.
And that was when I realized that I was navigating my living room without the lights on.
Not one single light was lit in the entire place, not even outside my door like there usually was.
“What the hell is going on with the lights?” I wondered.
Then cursed.
What the hell was going on with my eyes?
That should’ve been the question I was wondering, instead I was thinking about the lights not being on.
Everything went absolutely nuts after that. Things were confusing, time was moving super-fast and way too slow, and nothing was being processed correctly in my brain.
“What… umph!”
Then I was down.
Something hit me so hard that I saw stars.
My vision dimmed.
My hair was pulled.
“I’m going to fuck that gunshot wound. That’ll teach you not to date a vampire, you betraying whore.”
Then I saw nothing more.
CHAPTER 16
Sometimes you have to finagle things. Wiggle them a little to make them fit. Then others you have to force it. Pound them with a hammer until they go.
-Con’s secret thoughts
CONSTANTINE
“Mr. Worth!”
I turned to find a young vampire male running toward me as fast as his skinny legs would bring him.
He was so young that he barely stopped needing to breathe, and if this situation were any different, I would’ve almost smiled.
A little baby vamp like him walking into a room like this, well, it took some balls. Especially with the power that was floating around with all of my inner circle still in the room surrounding me.
Render letting him in likely spoke volumes at the vamp’s situation.
“Trent.” Pavlov stopped him. “Don’t move.”
Trent ignored him, instead walking right up to me, breaths coming in gasping pants, and stared at me with terror in his eyes.
“Your Acadia. She was shot,” he said. “Her neighbors called in a disturbance, but they think that the ‘neighbors that called it in’ are actually some activists that wanted there to be witnesses to the shooting. The cops say she didn’t make it. I was listening to the police scanner.”
One second I was looking at the carnage that my club was now in, and the next I was in her apartment, standing where I’d dropped her off not even an hour earlier.
Her brothers were kneeling next to her with tear-stained cheeks. Nash on his knees, his face dripping with tears. Corbin on his other side, staring at Acadia’s body with horror-stricken features.
I didn’t dare look at her.
Not yet.
“I can bring her back,” I told them both, urgency coloring my voice. “Right now. I have a narrow window, but I’ll need bagged blood, or a live donor to do it. Likely two or three of them. Yes or no?”