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“Please,” I whisper, keeping my voice low. I stretch up to grind his hard-on with my body. “Please make him stop.” I say my words more like a prayer, but I hope Monroe understands that it’s only him I’m speaking to.
Harvey screams again, his voice so high-pitched that it stings my ears. “Master Aris! Please!”
God, please.
I don’t think I can listen to another round. “Please, Monroe. What can I do to get you to intervene? I’ll do anything.”
“Why do you have to tease me like this? There’s only one way to make him stop, little bird,” Monroe mutters, bowing down and closer to my ear again. He glides his tongue over my lobe. “Your master needs to come.”
Fucking Alexander. Where the hell is he? Why won’t he show up already? I knew he could be an asshole, but this is unbelievable.
“Next goes his leg!” Walcott shouts, his booming voice echoing through the lobby.
I whimper, my fear instincts going crazy. “No,” I say, shuddering and squeezing my eyes shut. “Please, no.”
Monroe grips me tighter, humming into my ear like he enjoys everything about this twisted situation. And why does my body choose to keep flush against him? Not to mention my mind pays particularly close attention to his every movement and breath. Fuck. I just want to run away and hide. I’ll spend a year in the damn birdcage if someone would make it stop.
Once again, Harvey hollers, his voice ringing through the air. I cover my ears, trying to stifle the noise the best I can. Then his screams suddenly stop, leaving his voice still reverberating through my ears. Growls echo through the air, and another few gunshots pop. I can’t stop myself from twisting in Monroe’s arms to look at the rest of the lobby.
I gag and cover my mouth, my stomach clenching at the sight of Harvey in a bloody pile on the floor. Both of his arms sprawl across the tiles in a streak of blood, as does one of his legs. A tall, even buffer figure stands before Walcott, holding Harvey’s head. My bottom lip quivers, and Monroe tries to pull me back to him, but I finally find the will to resist.
I already can’t un-see what Walcott did to Harvey, so there is no point in trying to hide any longer.
“That’s enough, you bastard!” the new vampire shouts. “You’ve gotten your restitution for your crewmember.” Swinging his fist, the vampire punches Walcott in the face, sending him reeling back.
He growls. “But—”
Yanking a blade from his jacket, the stranger throws it at the scary vampire, sinking it into his gut. “Shut the fuck up and get out of here. You’ve made your point and failed to take advantage of the situation, so I’m going to do it for you.”
Monroe releases a loud whistle. “Tell his crazy ass, Sawyer!”
Walcott glowers in our direction, looking like he might try to shoot at us, and I can’t stop from hiding behind Monroe’s bulky form. Straightening his back, Monroe meets Walcott’s glower with his own, and he flips him off, daring for him to try anything.
Walcott whips his attention to me and blows a kiss. “Don’t think you’re getting away from me so easily,” he mouths, his eyes flashing silver. “I’ll find you later.”
Monroe growls under his breath in response. I don’t get a chance to even react before Walcott disappears.
“He won’t touch you,” Monroe mutters, once again standing close to me.
The new vampire, Sawyer, throws Harvey’s head toward the group of utterly silent vampires, getting them to finally move and react. Opal flips her long, holographic hair over her shoulders and steps away from them, braving to face the guy, who seems to be another head asshole.
“Mr. Noble, I do hope you realize that a simple phone call to Master Aris to discuss the situation would’ve sufficed.” Whoa, she knows his name. “I’m sure whatever restitution you felt you needed for the dismemberment of one of your allies could have been properly done in a more professional environment. Now I have to train another of Master Aris’s staff members to fill a position that Harvey had been in for over a century. You do understand that this has accomplished nothing for you.” Opal places her hands on her hips, arching one of her brows. “And quite frankly, I’d have expected such an ordeal from a Strip dweller and not someone of your status.”
I intake a sharp breath, my fear getting the best of me as Opal stands before the massive man. She doesn’t even reach his shoulder in her high stilettos, the beast of a vampire probably towering close to seven feet. He would stand taller than seven feet if he wore heels like Opal.
I shove the weird-ass thought to the back of my mind.
Sawyer clicks his tongue. “You run things your way, and I manage things my way. Now where is Aris? We have some things to discuss.”
Like Alexander has been waiting somewhere in the shadows, the bastard materializes a few feet away from Sawyer and Opal. I heave a breath in anger. He gives no one a second look. He doesn’t look fazed at all, and I know in this moment that he obviously didn’t care enough to intervene.
I step forward, trying to control my emotions. Monroe grabs my wrist, surprising me, but Opal hisses at him and snatches me from his grasp. She lifts me into her arms and hugs me close, whispering that she has me into my ear. I relax, trying not to make a scene or draw attention to myself, though I can feel the weight of Alexander’s stare on my back.
“Mr. Noble, why don’t you and your crew join me in my suite? I’ll have Opal call some of my most exquisite girls for a private performance, and we can let this nonsense pass?” Alexander winks at me, remaining easygoing. “What do you say?”
Sawyer narrows his eyes for a moment like he’s considering denying the offer, but a handsome smile crosses his face. “Now that’s the kind of accommodations I’m talking about.” Whipping his attention toward me, he adds, “What about Ruby? Is she part of your truce offering?” He must’ve been at the show.
Alexander flashes his fangs and smiles. “You may have anyone you’d like.”
