Page 15 of Demons and Debts
Looks like Sie grabbed their phones. Supe Fighting 101. Never leave the humans with any evidence. I’ll get rid of the phones and wipe their Clouds when we get back to the house.
I turn to the girl who’s still on the ground, but Sie’s already there. I think he’s going to pick her up and see if she’s ok, but then I remember this is Sie.
He grabs her by her collar and hauls her up, pushing her into the wall. Even I wince at the crack of her head against the bricks.
‘Where the fuck is Dreyson?’ he says, his gravelly voice low and cold.
She doesn’t answer at first, her head falling into the wall behind her as she looks up at him in a daze.
‘Dead,’ she croaks and goes limp, sliding down the wall as Sie lets her go.
Sie curses and leaves the alley.
‘Wait,’ I call in a loud whisper. ‘We can’t just leave her here.’
‘Why not? We found out what we came here for. We even dealt with her stalkers. That’s what we were paid to do. Got what Vic sent us out here for and the deal’s done at the same time. Let’s go.’
I roll my eyes and look down at her with a frown, my evening enjoyment evaporating. It doesn’t feel right to leave her here in the dark, in the cold. She’s not tiny for a human, but she is compared to us and, though I rarely feel anything towards anyone outside the Club, let alone a human, there’s something about her. I knew it the moment I saw her come into the bar yesterday. She looked so uncertain and lost, but she didn’t take any shit, not even from my rude ass. And when I’d touched her hand to seal the deal, her skin on mine had been like a brand. Never felt anything like it. Fuck. I’ll bet she tastes like twenty-year old Scotch going down. Maybe we could contract her to the Club. I keep thinking we need some new girls …
Not the right time, Paris.
‘Vic’ll want to know more about what happened to Drey. I’m bringing her to the house.’
Sie shrugs. ‘She rides with you.’
‘Fine.’
I pick her up and she doesn’t make a sound. She’s lighter than I thought she’d be, and she smells like human food.
My stomach rumbles as I carry her across the lot to where we parked our bikes under a streetlight. Under the glow, I see that she’s wearing a waitress uniform and my jaw tightens when I notice that her shirt is gaping open to the waist. Sex might be my reason for living, but I sure as shit don’t hold with what those assholes were clearly planning.
I sit on my Indian, arranging her so she straddles me, and I can hold onto her while we ride. It’s gonna be difficult to drive one-handed, but I’ve done it before and the house is just on the edge of town, not too far away. Guess there won’t be any more messing around on my bike tonight though.
I pull the pieces of her shirt together, but the buttons have been ripped off, so I zip her jacket up to her chin instead, a part of me amused that I give a shit about her modesty. Korban would be laughing his ass off right now if he could see me.
She doesn’t stir as we ride back to the house I share with the others. I wish I could say the same, but there’s something about this girl that fires me up in a way I haven’t felt in a long time, if ever.
I basically spend the journey trying to think about the least sexual things I can and even that doesn’t work. I’m not hungry. I should be able to control myself around one human girl.
The wrought iron gates open automatically as we approach what Vic calls the ‘Clubhouse’ when we’re around outsiders but is actually a mansion with grounds and a massive lake. We ride up the driveway which, no joke, is three and a half miles long. I checked once.
We pass the impressive entrance where a large front door opens into a mostly marble foyer and Vic’s family’s expensive tastes, instead heading for the underground garage around back. I stow my bike in my spot and climb off gingerly, keeping the girl in my arms.
Her head falls against my chest, and I frown, cocking my head. Having her this close feels oddly right and I’m not sure what to make of it. Don’t get me wrong, I love the human ladies. I follow the rules though; only fucking the ones we have contracted to the Club and they can’t get enough of me. I take my time with the on-call girls whenever I’m alone with them, and I fuck them fast with Korban when he needs to eat because that’s the only way he can feed. But I always lull them and, when I’m done, they always have a blissed-out smile on their face.
But this girl feels different in my arms.
Sie stays in the garage, mumbling something about his bike making a noise he doesn’t like. He’ll stay in here for hours tinkering with his hog, so I leave him, taking the elevator up to the main house. I bypass the living areas completely, heading straight for the second-floor bedrooms and Theo, the only one of us with formal medical training.
I’m not much of a knocker, so when I throw open his door, Theo doesn’t look surprised. At least, not at first. But then he notices what I’m carrying, and his eyebrows practically hit the ceiling.
‘New contract? She doesn’t look too good.’
I smirk. ‘She’s not one of the girls. This is the one from the bar yesterday.’
I lay her on top of Theo’s bed, and she lets out a sound of pain, but doesn’t wake.
Theo gets a good look at her and glances at me. ‘Vic know she’s here?’
