Page 3 of Demons and Debts
‘That’s not why I’m here,’ I say more loudly, putting the effort in to be heard.
The one with the dark beard walks forward slowly until he’s right in front of me looking down his nose at me as I’m forced to tilt my head up. Shit, he’s tall. He could probably break me in half. Sharlene was right. These are the kind of men I need at my back. I’m not leaving here until they work for me.
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Vic
As I starethe girl in front of me down, I can’t help the frown that creases my forehead. She’s not the usual type we get in here; the townie girls looking for the quick high they’ve heard we can provide while we feed. If the girls who try their luck here could be bothered to do their research, they’d know we aren’t allowed to just take humans in off the street to snack on anymore. There’s an extensive process now. Interviews. Contracts.
This one’s older than I first thought when I noticed the sneakers and the faded jeans. I’d have put her at around eighteen when she came in, but she’s probably in her twenties. Her brown hair is scraped back into a ponytail and her matching eyes don’t stay on mine, constantly moving. I stifle a snort. Yeah, she knows what we are and she’s afraid she’ll get ensnared by one of us.
I glance over at Sie in the booth, just making sure our wildcard isn’t still starving enough to lunge at this one, but it looks like Carrie, the blond contracted to us who he’s playing with at the table, has taken the edge off. He’s watching the one in front of me, but he’s got his needs under wraps for now. He smirks at the little brunette, doing something to make Carrie scream her release without even looking at her. I sigh, Carrie’s sexual energy sating me a bit just from my proximity to the action. When I look back down at the human girl before me, her wide eyes are locked on Sie’s, and I can tell my lieutenant is imagining fucking her.
Interesting.He hardly looks at humans at all these days. I practically have to make him feed.
‘What do you want from us if it’s not a good, hard fuck?’ I ask and grin at the shock she’s trying to hide.
She pulls herself together quickly though and gives me a level stare. It almost appears as if she’s looking directly into my eyes, but she’s actually looking at the wall past me to the side of my head. She thinks the eyes are the only way I could capture her. I bet she’s never had direct contact with an incubus before. Her knowledge is second-hand at best.
Silly little human.
‘I want to hire you,’ she says.
I wasn’t expecting that, but I don’t let my surprise show.
‘What kind of dumbass problems a girl like you got?’ Korban sneers from his place by the wall.
She doesn’t answer him, hardly even notices him. Instead, she looks at me – well, almost. She’s still avoiding my eyes.
‘Stalkers,’ she says, and I hear a couple of the other guys chuckling low.
I don’t laugh with them. The others here might not understand what a stalker can do to a woman, supe or otherwise, even if he never touches her, but I know how life-destroying it can get.
Not that I give a shit about this woman per se.
‘A stalker, huh?’ I look her up and down and I see her shiver a little. ‘What do you have to pay with?’
I’m surprised that the first idea that pops into my head is that she has no money and she’ll have to pay us with her body, and I push away the thoughts of her on her knees before us. We aren’t allowed to do that shit anymore, I remind myself.
‘Stalkers,’ she corrects me. ‘As in more than one.’
That gives me pause. The others too.
‘How many?’ asks Theo.
He’s sitting in the booth waiting for his turn after Sie’s had his fill of Carrie.
The girl in front of me glances over at him, and I notice she takes pains not to look at Sie thoughhe’sstill watchingher. I wonder if he’s going to be a problem.
‘I don’t really know, but there’s a group of them.’
Probably some of the frat assholes from the local college.
‘Payment?’ I ask again.
She hesitates.
Korban pushes himself away from the wall and takes his shot, grinning from beside the pool table. ‘You didn’t come to the Iron Incubi without something to trade, did you, Princess?’
