The look in his eye was just downright murderous. “You’re fucking late, Dani.”
Refusing to show fear, I calmly swallowed and lifted my chin. “And you’re fucking ugly. What’s your point?”
Before I could blink, Ringo was in my face, his vise grip squeezing my cheeks. “Bitch, watch the way you talk to me.”
I wasn’t going to back down to him, so I stared deep into his soulless black eyes and smirked despite the pain. “You like it.”
The look in his eye told me I was right. The murderous glare was gone, replaced by a fiery lust. “Jonas has your job.”
Jonas was his nerdy lackey who did whatever the damn demon wanted. My cheeks were on fire, burning from where he squeezed, but I continued my smirk. “Good to know. Master.”
That asshole had turned me. Therefore, he was, indeed, my sire, but I refused to serve him like he thought I should. In fact, I was going to kill him at the first opportunity. Until then, I’d take the $5,000 he was paying me to kill his targets.
The guy had an ego the size of Texas, but don’t think for one minute I didn’t do a background check on each and every one of the targets. No way was I killing for no reason. Fuck that.
Ringo finally let go of my face and I stepped back a couple of steps but didn’t break eye contact. When one of his cronies called his name from the other side of the warehouse, I took the opportunity to use my vampire speed to reach Jonas’s office.
Without looking up, the small man shoved a manila envelope at me from across his desk and said, blank-faced, “Your next target.”
I slowly picked up the envelope while looking at Jonas and said, “Aren’t you a barrel of fun today?”
Lazily looking up from his desk, he pushed his glasses up further on his nose. “And when am I ever?”
“You need to get a life, Jonas,” I quipped, putting the envelope under my arm and strolling out of his office in my shiny red stilettos and mini skirt. Yeah, it was slutty, but it got the job done without me having to turn any damn tricks.
Once I reached the breakroom area of the warehouse, I plopped down into a chair and opened the envelope. I spread out the papers on the table, I gazed at my next target.
“Judson Creed. Geez, sounds like the newest boy band member,” I murmured to myself.
“Did someone say member?”
I turned around to see Talon, a douchebag vamp who wore too much hair gel and guyliner.
“Go away, dick,” I said under my breath, trying to ignore him.
In true Talon fashion, he grabbed a chair and flipped it around. Then he straddled it and pulled the chewed-up toothpick from his mouth. “Why?”
I sighed and looked up at him. “Why what?”
“Why you so mean to me?” He grinned and replaced the toothpick.
“Because I don’t like you,” I deadpanned. I looked down at the paperwork. “Now, I know you don’t know what it’s like to read the same line over since you can’t read, but it’s annoying and I have shit to do. So, go… fall on your knife.”
I heard the sound before I saw the knife whiz by my head and land into the corkboard behind me. I grinned. “Nice throw.”
Talon walked over and pulled the weapon from the wall. “You’re lucky I missed.”
I mock-gasped and put my hand over my heart. “You would never kill me.”
He re-sheathed the knife and walked out of the breakroom but stopped before he got to the door. “And I do know how to read.”
I snorted and looked down at my paperwork.
Judson Creed, age 26, guitarist at Bash nightclub. Real name Judson Daniel Smith.
“Geez, I was only joking about the boy band thing,” I muttered.
He and his sister were attacked by a vampire, he survived but she didn’t. He hasn’t kept his mouth shut about the attack and has even tried to lure vampires into alleys without success. Tells anyone who will listen about it. He’s been warned twice but is not giving up. Expiration date: October 31st.
I glanced at my phone: October 25th.
I had five days to find and kill this blabbermouth before he exposes us all. Which should be extra fun since he obviously hated vamps. I may be pretty but I was still the very monster he loathed.
Picking up his photo, I stared at it. Good-looking guy, longish, sandy blond hair, strong nose, nice lips, stubbly jawline. No fashion sense,