Page 75 of My Mr. Vampire

“And look at what’s located in this area.” Zand said with his finger pointing at the screen below a familiar name. “Club Bailar Caliente.”

All the pieces aligned with devastating clarity. “They’re working together. Teresa turned Marisol to piss you off, and Marisol gets supernatural powers to avenge her brother. They both want to hurt you through Chanel.”

Zand’s expression darkens. “Check every camera around that club. Find the car the Marisol escaped in tonight. Track it to wherever they’re hiding.”

Natasha nodded, already working. “I hope the car isn’t stolen.” Her fingers typed across the keyboard, accessing Chicago’s surveillance camera network through channels I was sure weren’t legal. “

“This bullshit has gone on too long. We have to kill them both soon and anyone associated with them. No questions, no hesitation.”

The decree hung in the air. It was final and irrevocable. We were all on board and willing to hand out death sentences, even to our own kind.

“I will double the security at all the entrances to The Castle. I’m going to arm some of the guys with my new weapon.”Natasha added.

“Is it ready?” Zand asked with a worried frown.

“It’s been tested. It’s ready.” She stated.

Was this the weapon Natasha mentioned to me in her office?

“The loft needs additional protection.” I added. “Chanel and Morgan?—”

“Are my priority,” Zand finished. “Josh is already assigned to Chanel. I just need more vampires to work in shifts to protect our humans at all times.”

“If Chanel has Josh. What about Morgan?” I asked, unable to keep the concern from my voice.

Zand’s eyes met mine. “Viktor and Donté will guard Morgan and Chanel under Josh’s command.”

“And Teresa? When we find her.” I asked.

“She’s mine.” The words were ice cold. “I turned her. I’ll end her.”

Natasha looked up from her phone. “I have something.” She turned the laptop again. Clear traffic camera footage showed a black sedan speeding through an intersection. “This is from four minutes after Harlen’s encounter. License plate matches a rental under the name Maria Vasquez.”

“Fake name?” I surmised.

“Probably.” Natasha agreed. “But the car has a GPS tracker. Standard for rentals.”

Zand leaned over her shoulder. “Where?”

“Signal stops here.” Natasha pointed to a location on the digital map. “The abandoned warehouse district near the Chicago River. Perfect place to hide.”

“Or a trap,” I suggested.

“Either way, they’ve run out of time. Natasha, coordinate security here and at the loft. I want updates every thirty minutes.”

“Yes, boss.”

Zand turned to me. “Harlen, go to the loft. Guard Chanel and Morgan until the additional security arrives. Then meet me back here at sunset tomorrow. We are going to hunt together.”

His command brought an unexpected warmth to my body. We were rebuilding trust.He wanted me by his side.

“Zand, I’m sorry I didn’t end Marisol like I promised.”

“Brother, you didn’t know Marisol was a vampire. Under the circumstances, you did well. You brought us this much needed information we didn’t have before tonight.”

His praise caught me off guard. I took it for what it was, a rare acknowledgment and a step toward healing the damage in our brotherly bond.

As I turned to leave the office, I felt the gravity of what was coming. Teresa and Marisol had unleashed something they couldn’t possibly understand, the full wrath of the Valentine brothers. We were united against a common enemy, two common enemies. As much as I wanted to keep Morgan safe, the thought of someone waging war against my brother sent me spiraling.

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