Wicked Love - Michelle Dare Page 0,59

no negotiating with that asswipe.”

“I see that,” I murmured. “We also have another problem, though.”

“I know. We still haven’t found who killed Audrey.” She sat up and pulled the sheet up to cover herself, which I wasn’t sure why. She had beautiful tits I could stare at all day. “I promise you, Judson, we will find him.”

“I’m never going to stop looking. Ever,” I replied.

“I know,” she said quietly, then lay back down on my chest.

As we lay in comfortable silence, me lightly stroking the soft but cold skin of her arm, I wondered how my life had so quickly spiraled out of control like this. Six months ago, I was just playing in a band, living my best life, had my whole future ahead of me. Now, I found myself an only child, barely holding onto a band full of drunks and addicts, and a vampire for a girlfriend.

What the hell?

“The problem is, the vamp who killed your sister won’t be as easy to lure,” Dani said, breaking me out of my thoughts.

“I know. I’ve been trying for months to think of a way to find and trap this animal. But it’s near impossible.” I sighed. “I mean, if your boss is so hellbent on killing this guy hunting vamps, why isn’t he punishing the vampires who are actually exposing you guys? Wouldn’t that be sort of a ‘cut out the middle-man’ type of thing?”

Dani laughed. “Yeah, you obviously haven’t met Ringo and his cronies. Smart, they are not.”

“I want to kill him,” I said softly.

She stroked my chest with her long red fingernails. “Of course you do, baby. I would kill anyone who hurt my family.”

“No. I wasn’t talking about Audrey’s murderer. Ringo. I want to kill him.”

She snorted. “Get in line. I’d love to kill him, too.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” I asked. “Why not cut the head off the snake? With him gone, we can be free to live our lives as we want. No hiding. No pressure. No deadlines. And most of all, no more killing of humans.”

She stiffened in my arms and looked up at me. “Do you think I only kill humans? I’ve taken out vampires, wolves, witches, and everything in between.”

“Wolves… witches…” I was silent for a few seconds. “Are you fucking serious?”

“What?” she asked, wide eyes blinking up at me. “They deserved it, trust me.”

“No. I believe that.” I shook my head. “But… those things exist?”

She let out a groan. “Oh, my God. Seriously… we need to have a long talk about the ridiculous amount of supes in Colorado.”

“Soups? Mmm. Chicken noodle.”

She laughed. “No, supes. Supernaturals. Not soups, like chicken noodle. I do miss a good hot bowl of tomato bisque, though.”

God, she was so cute. I couldn’t imagine not being able to eat food. Or have beer. “Okay we will, but for now… let’s discuss how we can eliminate Ringo.”

“We can,” she replied. “But once we do, we’ll have to move out of state. Or even the country. He’s not at the top of the food chain. There’s a higher organization he works for. He may be a dumbass, but they’ll definitely notice his disappearance, trust me.”

I sat up. This was all too much, too soon. Information overload. “What fucking organization?”

“They’re called the Vlasé. Ya know what? Let’s not go there. I’ll get you all caught up-to-speed after we take care of this whole keeping you alive thing. Then we’ll talk for hours about this world you thought you knew. But you really don’t.”

I nodded and relaxed. She was right. So many questions, but so little answers. “Okay, babe. Let’s stop the bleeding now, then we’ll talk about all the stuff I have no clue on. All these questions swirling around in my mind.”

“Speaking of bleeding,” she said in a playful tone. “I’m hungry, baby.”

I chuckled. “So is my dick. Get on and take a ride. You feed him, I feed you.”

She whipped the sheets back, and with unnatural speed, she hopped on top and began kissing me until I was so hard, she was easily able to slide on and take a ride. Then, she bit my wrist while staring into my eyes and I damn near exploded right then and there.

14

Daniela

I flinched when Ringo pounded his fist on his desk. “What the fuck do you mean it’s not him?”

Despite our discussion, I decided to try to explain to Ringo that Judson wasn’t the killer. As expected, the asshole was having none of that.

“I mean… it’s not him.