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To say that I’m looking forward to leaving this fucking place is an understatement. At least in DC, I’ll be king of my own domain without my father’s legacy hanging over me. I’ll be free to rule my way and not have his expectations leading me on my path.
While he goes in the club's direction, I decide to go home and spend the evening in the place I considered home. On the drive there, my thoughts are clouded by what would come next. The moment I leave Vegas, Valentine takes my place and I’ll start up a DC chapter of Devil’s Void.
After meeting with Alpha Ryker of Hellfire Horsemen, we came to an agreement that he would rule the day while I ruled the night. There’s no fucking way I would go up against fucking Ryker, not when I know what type of creature he truly is. He hides under the guise of a werewolf, but vampires can see their kin.
And Ryker is no fucking true wolf and neither are the three men who run with him.
When I finally arrive at the estate, the place is dark. I suppose I told them to take the night off, so they’re all probably at Void. It pisses me off a bit because I thought they would have wanted to stay and have one last drink with their Pres, but guess I was wrong.
“Fuckers,” I grumble and throw my helmet down before stomping inside the mansion. Guess I’ll drown my fucking sorrows out with a case of Jack and my memories for company. However, as soon as I stepped foot inside the place, I could tell something was off.
Assuming a fighting stance, I let out a growl and attack the first movement on my right. I’m about to tear its head off when someone hits the lights and I’m face to face with one of my Prospects slapping my hand.
“Chill, Pres,” he chokes with a red face and when I turn around, I see the faces of all the vamps in my club, including Valentine, who’s pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head.
“Surprise, I guess?” Church chuckles while drinking straight out of a bottle of bourbon.
“Fuck, you guys were right, he hates surprises,” Katherine’s voice comes from behind Church and when she steps out dressed in a black Devil’s Void shirt, a pair of tight leather shorts, and Fuck Me heels, I nearly lose it.
I haven’t seen her in two weeks, and now just standing there with a light smile on her face causes my undead heart to stutter. Fuck, she’s beautiful, but even more beautiful wearing my club colors.
“Surprises can get you killed,” I grumble while hiding my emotions and letting go of the Prospect, slapping his shoulder. “Apologies, Wreck.”
“Don’t sweat it, Pres,” he says, grinning, then joining the others just as Valentine walks over with a bottle of my favorite whiskey.
“Didn’t think we’ll let you leave without a send-off, did you?” he smirks, handing me the bottle and dodging my punch to his face. “And this is how you repay me, tsk.”
I glare at him, but he only laughs at me. “Fuck off. You know how much I hate this shit.”
“Well, boohoo, Pres. You’re getting a fucking farewell party and that’s that. Now drink up, fuck whoever you want, and get it out of your system.” He says, his voice telling me he might just be in on my secret, but he doesn’t say more before storming off.
I sigh and shake my head before downing half of the bottle.
“Slow down before you get drunk before the night has even started,” Katherine says, as she approaches me with that same smile on her face. Her soft hair is loose for once and falls over her shoulders in a velvety curtain; it takes everything within me to not reach out and touch it.
“Vampires don’t get drunk,” I smirk. “Alcohol gives us a buzz and takes the edge off the bloodlust.”
Raising an eyebrow, she takes the bottle from me and holds it to her lips. “Lucky you,” she says, closing her eyes as she takes a swig of the whiskey. A bit of the amber liquid trickles down the side of her mouth when she lets go of the bottle and she giggles.
But whatever little self-restraint I had goes out the fucking window and I pull her close, lapping at the spilled alcohol and letting out a groan at the taste of her. Her eyes widen when I pull away and the rosy tint to her cheeks is back, along with the gentle thudding of her heartbeat.
“Do you always make a mess like this when you swallow?” I ask, smirking at my innuendo. But instead of blushing even more or tripping over her words, she takes another swig of the bottle and pins me with a sultry stare.
“Even if I happen to spill, I always clean up every drop,” she says, licking her lips and grinning. “Especially if what I’m swallowing happens to be something I like.”
Fucking hell.
I pull her close and wrap one arm around her like a vise, gripping her ass and loving the soft feel of it. “Do you like playing with fire, little lamb?”
“You have no idea how much I crave the burn,” she says, slipping her hands underneath my shirt, but before I can ask what the fuck she means by that, I’m pulled away and someone jumps into my arms.
“You’ve been ignoring me,” Gia’s voice sounds grating as she wraps her legs around my waist, and I can do nothing but hold her as she’s about to fall. The reason I humor her is that she’s the Fae King’s only daughter, so I can’t do anything to offend him or her.
“I’ve been busy,” I say, inhaling that scent that I used to adore. “But so have you. How many of my Prospects have you fucked now? I doubt your father would like to know his Princess is nothing but a Vegas cum bucket.”
She blanches at my words and looks like she’s about to throw a tantrum when I place two fingers on her lips and she immediately sucks them. Christ, this woman needs a leash.
I sigh and look behind me, but Katherine has left and is sitting next to Reaper, my Enforcer. He has an arm slung around her shoulder and is laughing at something he’s said.
