Page 91 of Cherished By the Sinners
Epilogue
Brian
Who had Brian pissedoff this badly to end up where he was right now?
It had to be someone important, rich, or diabolically evil, because he was in FBI Special Agent hell.He was supposed to be undercover, but the family he was supposed to be infiltrating knew exactly who he was and what he was doing.
Instead of being intimidated or worried or afraid, they patted him on the head like he was some kind of mascot and treated him like their personal line to the FBI.
He’d told his supervisor, his section chief, and the assistant director of the FBI.All of them had told him to stop whining and do his job.They didn’t care that his cover story never worked.They didn’t care that the Brezniks knew who and what he was.They didn’t even care that Homeland Security had tried to kill him.
It wasn’t every day that agents of another law enforcement agency decided you were collateral damage and your death was justified.
All the FBI cared about was information.
He’d thought he was working for the good guys.Turns out his definition of good guys had been naive in the extreme.
He’d never really paid attention when his Uncle Rick had gone on and on about the government being corrupt and broken.The guy had been saying that shit for more than twenty years at every Thanksgiving family dinner.And as Brian had discovered, Uncle Rick had been right.
What Uncle Rick hadn’t predicted were the vampires.
There were so many conspiracy theories about the government it would take days to summarise them all.But none of them had vampires in them.
Brian had accomplished his mission long ago.He’d discovered the most important secret the Breznik family had.They were vampires.Over eight-hundred-year-old people who had to drink blood to survive, who healed miraculously from almost any injury, and were stronger and faster than non-vampires.People.Like him.
Fucking vampires.
He’d be laughed right out of the FBI if he told them that.They’d probably add a case study about him in their training materials about a new agent who completely lost his marbles.
So here he was, sitting in the secure computer room of the hotel the fucking vampires owned, monitoring security feeds for the arrival of more vampires.
Mason Breznik looked at him and frowned.
Brian slapped a smile on his face.Mason and his twin brother Magnus were huge, hulking guys who scared the shit out of anyone rational.It was one way Brian knew he hadn’t gone completely crazy, because theyterrifiedhim.
“You look...sick,” Mason said.He reached out and put his hand on Brian’s forehead.It was the size of a shovel.“Or tired.”
“You try keeping up with...you,” Brian said.“There’s always some emergency going on.I haven’t gotten a full night’s sleep in a couple of weeks.”
“How many hours are you getting a night?”Darlene asked.
“Four or five.”
She shook her head.“That’s not enough.”
“This is my fault,” Anna said, putting a hand on Brian’s shoulder.“Once we get our incoming guests settled, you’re going to get some rest.At least eight hours, and eat a couple of full meals as well.”
She sounded like his mother, her expression was the same too when his mother worried about him.How had this deadly over eight-hundred-year-old vampire come to see him as another member of her family?
Anna’s eyes narrowed.“If you don’t agree, I will call your mother and tell her you’ve been working too hard.”
Geez, he should add mind reader to her list of talents.
