Page 2 of Vampires & Bikers

He nodded his head in the direction where Tomás was sitting.

“I need you to tell him to go outside, alone. I need to talk to him.”

I shook my head.

“No way.”

“A war is coming,” the vampire said, his voice low. “Someone has killed a senior advisor to King Vlas.”

He came closer.

“Have you heard anything about this?” there was more urgency in his voice now.

I shook my head. I wondered if this was why the atmosphere in the club was so off.

“Matteo Lombardi. You may have heard of him? I must find out who killed him and why.”

I didn’t know what he was talking about and could only stare at him. How on earth would I know anything about this?

“Tell your boss whatever you need to get him out there, I will make it worth your while.”

“I can’t just go up to him like that! Not when he’s… like that!” I looked past him to where Tomás was sitting.

“I will make it worth your while,” the vampire said again, emphasizing each word.

“No,” I said again. “I’m not dying tonight.”

“How much? Hundred dollars?”

“Five hundred,” I said, without thinking. It was more than I would make in weeks but I knew he’d have it. Vampires always had money. With that kind of money in my pocket, my plan to get out of the club and pay off the family debt to Tomás got a massive boost.

He looked at me, a calculating glance that I could feel in a tingle between my legs. He was so attractive, so incredibly handsome. I was trying my best not to show my attraction to him, showing only hostility and rudeness, but I could feel my façade slipping. I wanted to hate him. This man was not my friend. Vampires fed on people, this guy could kill me but I needed the money.

“Ok, then, leave it,” I said, my voice shaky as I turned to walk away.

“Five hundred it is,” the vampire said, “but do it now.”

His hand moved quickly, tucking the money inside my shirt. I felt the back of his hand against my breast, my nipple hardening as he pressed ever so slightly against it. It was the softest caress I had ever felt. I ached for more. Then his hand was gone.

My mouth was dry.

I turned away and pulled the money out to check.

It was all there.

I took a deep breath and walked back to the bar first to compose myself and think up a plan. I didn’t have much time and I had to be sure of what to do.

One wrong move and that could be it for me.

Five hundred dollars meant nothing if I was dead.

I swallowed and turned around, marching up to the dais where Tomás was sitting on a leather couch. He was drumming his fingers on the armrest, every muscle tense like a coil waiting to be sprung.

I had to be so, so careful.

I stopped at the step going up to the raised platform that belonged to the top dog. One of his bodyguards came towards me.

“I have a message for the boss from Grace.”

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