“We can ask around; some students won’t talk to the cops, but maybe we will have more luck,” Halen says.
He gives off a soothing vibe so women flock to him, but he does not fuck the club girls. He won’t fuck where we have stuck our cocks, not that I blame him.
Thinking of being with the club girls makes me think of Delaney, and my gut tightens. I am a fucking vampire; I am feared here in Salem and all of Massachusetts, yet this human woman who is my mate makes me feel things that scare and knock the wind out of me.
“Split up. See what we can find out,” Camo calls out.
I roll my shoulders and walk down the street, my gaze flickering around to see if anything catches my attention.
A young girl walks past me and I wink, making her cheeks flush, and fuck, it reminds me of Delaney.
“Hey,” I lower my voice.
Like Rush, who has the power of compulsion, I have it as my vampire power, as well as speed and strength.
She looks at me, and her eyes widen as they take me in. Yeah, I am a tall fucker, well-built and handsome as fuck. I am not one to shy away from compliments; hell, I take them willingly.
Keeping my voice low and holding her gaze, I ask her what I need.
“Do you know the two girls who are missing?”
“Yes,” she replies.
“Good. Do you know if they were dating anyone, or fucking anyone on the regular?”
She nods. “Bethany was sleeping with the new guy in town, but Brittany was a lesbian and was not seeing anyone that I know of.”
I touch her face, adding to the moment. Women like it when I have them under compulsion, then add physical touch.
“Do you know this new guy? Did you ever see him with her? Tell me.”
She sighs, making me smirk. “He was not a student. She was happily telling anyone who would listen that she had bagged this hot guy. I think he owns a place on the East Side of Salem, with his brothers. A new apartment building, I think.”
Brushing back her bangs, I nod. “Thank you. You can leave.”
I walk off, and I hear her gasp, but I do not look back at her.
Reaching into the pocket of my leather jacket and pulling out my phone, I open the app to message the guys.
Thorin: The oldest sister had a new man. Lived on the East Side of Salem in a new apartment building. Might live with some brothers.
Halen: Fuck, that was quick.
Camo: He is a sexy fucker; the women rush to him
I send a middle finger emoji and roll my eyes. A fucking vampire sending emojis. How times have changed.
Pres: I will pass it on and get Cotton to look into it.
Tucking my phone back into the pocket of my jacket, I keep walking. Some people cross the street when they see me, making me grin wide at them. I am too fucking old for the petty shit of people not liking me.
Being a vampire and in an MC gives you the automatic bad-guy persona, and if I am being honest, I am okay with that.
Running my hand over my head, the short hairs scratch against my palm, as I take in the lives that walk around me and think how fragile they are. Humans never appreciate what is around them. They always think that they can be reckless and risky, but their lives can be snuffed out in an instant.
Delaney knows all about being reckless, and that is what got her hurt in the first place. She trusted the wrong fucking guy, who is now no longer on this planet. Nah, that fucker was fed to a group of trolls who owed the club a favor.
It is one of the reasons she does not drink or take drugs; she likes to keep her wits about her.
