“I would not touch that if I were you,” comes a voice behind me.
Twisting my body a little to see who spoke, I see a goblin glaring at me, a knife pointing in my direction.
“And why not? Do you have something in there that you should not?”
He scoffs, inching closer. A smirk slips across my face, knowing that I can kill this fucker in the blink of an eye, and yet he still challenges me.
“What I have here is none of your concern. You need to take the rest of the biker boys and leave, before things get messy.”
This time I laugh; the confidence of this little guy is hilarious. Damn, no wonder he has the balls to stand up to me, the alpha vampire.
“I agree, things could get messy if I do not get what I came here for. So let me just do my job and we can both leave here with no blood spilled, or you can get in my way, which I am perfectly okay with, and so much blood will flow.”
“Leave,” he snarls.
“Got it,”comes through the mind-link of Cotton.
My shoulders shake a little as I chuckle. Then, I nod and step closer to him, as he inches back, his hand still steady, ready to stick that knife in my heart if he has the chance.
Stepping even closer, I harden my face as he watches my every step. Killing this fucker would be a good deed to society, but I also know that it could bring unnecessary trouble to the club, and for that, Winger would cut my balls off, or bury me in the wall for a century or more.
“I guess you win this time, but I would watch your back if I was you, little guy.”
His lips curl in a snarl, showing his yellow, sharp, pointy teeth.
“This will be remembered, bloodsucker.”
“I have no doubt.” Knowing that I will sense him making a move on me, I step from the room and make my way out of the cave to meet my brothers.
As I reach fresh air, and walk up to my brothers, I see Camo and Cotton tucking some artifacts that glisten in the moonlight into the saddle bags on the side of VP’s bike.
“We got what the rich prick wanted, plus some more things. Winger will be happy for a while, and we got this.” Camo holds up a ring, and my eyes widen a fraction, moving from the ring to my VP.
“What the fuck?” I snap.
“I know. I will bring it to Pres, and he can put some feelers out to find out who the fuck made it.”
The ring is something that carries a lot of power for a vampire. A silver band and a black onyx heart with a silver frame, embossed with a vintage pattern. An intricate silver sun in the center. It is a symbol of freedom and protection, aka, a day-walker ring for a vampire.
An image of Delaney wearing it slips through my head, but I shake that image away. Not ready to deal with that shit yet.
“Let’s head back; I need a hard fuck and some whiskey.” Cotton rubs his hands together.
We walk back to our bikes and mount up, again following our VP back to the clubhouse.
Riding with my brothers, the cold air is snapping at our skin—not that I feel it, but I feel the crispness of the weather. Something puts me on high alert, a scent weaving with the wind, and I frown.
Looking around, I see nothing out of the ordinary, but I can smell them, and then blood. Once the coppery scent hits my senses, my fans drop and my mouth waters. Shit, I need to fucking feed.
“VP, something is not right. I smell vamps and blood.”
“Go. We will follow.” I change the direction of my bike once Camo gives the order.
Following the scent that floats in the air, my body is humming with rage as they are fucking with the humans in our territory.
Head up, my senses take me close to the clubhouse, and that in its own right has my hackles up. They fucked up, coming this close to the clubhouse.
Parking my bike, I jump off and run in the direction of where the copper scent of blood is strongest. Turning in to a narrow alleyway, my brothers at my back, I see two young vampires pinning a teenage-looking girl to the wall, both feeding off her.
