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He stood upright and released the tape measure.Glorious.Now her brothers would see she’d been crying and try to kill him anyway.
“Natasha,” he said in his most consoling tone, “you are a beautiful woman and undoubtedly very successful, too. I am sure there are many men out there who would be happy to bed you.”
“Then why you no give sausage?” She hiccupped.
“Not all men can be bought. Some of us have rules. One of mine is that I do not sleep with women unless I care about them.” A lie. He didn’t sleep with anyone unless they were already dead, apparently. “The joy of casual fucking was lost on me long ago.”
She took a deep breath. “You are special man, Damien.”
“Thank you.”
“You fuck me anyway, or I slit your friend’s throat. Dah?” She smiled viciously.
And that’s my cue, tailor. Move aside.
“How was the dinner?” Pet fluttered in his face, greeting him and MF at the door the moment they walked in. “Oh! Red blood!” Pet pointed to his shirt. “I love blood. But I like cum better. Can I have some?”
“I need a drink. Does this place come equipped with vodka?” MF headed for the living room.
He’d had groceries delivered, and it came with a fully stocked bar. Thank God.
He followed MF to the bar and grabbed the biggest glasses he could find. He poured a tall one for MF and then for himself.
“Sky’s asking if you’re okay.” Pet pointed to the bottle of scotch. “Oh. I love that drink.” She began rubbing herself on the neck.
Was it a full moon or something?
He drew a slow, patient breath. There were no words to describe what had happened at the party. “I think it best to discuss the details later.”
“I met Damien’s brother,” MF said to Sky and then chugged her entire glass. “He wasn’t fucking around when he said no one is safe around him.” She poured another drink.
Bonbon trotted in wearing a miniature yellow Speedo. Gorgonzolina followed with a tiny straw sunhat and floral Chihuahua muumuu.
“Yikes, man,” Bonbon barked, taking in Damien’s shirt. “Is it Halloween, or did you run over an entire marathon on the way home?”
Damien could not deal with the supernatural clown show at the moment. “I am going to get cleaned up.”
He went upstairs and stripped off another ruined suit. His brother had certainly had his fill of violence tonight. No one, not even the poor gardener, had been left alive. It reminded Damien of the fundraiser, only this bloodbath would have far greater repercussions.
Whine all you like, tailor, but this is your fault. You should have let me out to play sooner.
Damien stepped into the shower, scrubbing the blood from his hands, face, and neck.
He doubted he’d ever forget the look on MF’s face as she stood in the middle of that gazebo while the guests were mowed down. His brother had found several automatic rifles in Natasha’s armory. Once the bullets ran out, his beast went to work with a very large knife he’d found behind the bar, used for cutting up fruit.
I wonder why I did not touch MF.Maybe she was right. Maybe he did care. So was Sky onto something regarding the nature of his curse?
The water started backing up in the drain, so Damien shut off the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went for his suitcase at the foot of the bed.
“I bet you want to be alone right now.” Sky’s beautiful face appeared before him.
Was he asleep and dreaming right now? “How am I seeing you?”
“It won’t last long. Takes a lot out of me to manifest in the physical world, but I thought you should know that I went with you to the party.”
Christ.He’d told her not to.
She went on, “Which is why you’ll find there’s no silverware here in the house. Pet flushed it all down the toilet while I was gone. Apparently, the shiny surfaces were interrupting her sex mojo.”
