Page 5 of Creature's Vengeance
“Let me rephrase. I’mnotleaving you. I’m getting you help. Not gonna take no for an answer.”
She blinked up at me as her eyes fluttered. “Don’t fight them if they come back. They’re dangerous.”
Them? I opened my mouth to reply when her jaw went slack, and she passed out.
Shit!
I held her against my chest and stood, walking toward my bike. This girl was in trouble, and I wasn’t letting whoever fucked her up come back to finish the job. I didn’t care what she did. She didn’t deserve this.
That inner demon inside me, the one that craved violence, bloodlust, and unleashing destruction, tried to claw to the surface. I kept him contained for so fucking long. I couldn’t let him out now. He’d paint the streets crimson.
No. I made that mistake too many times in the past. I’d help this girl and get her to a hospital, and then I’d fucking walk away.
She’s under our protection now.
I ignored the voice in my head. He wouldn’t win.
Laughter filled the void inside.
I’ll be here when you need me.
Chapter 2 Blair
Toxic Tonic was a popular bar located northwest of central Las Vegas. Bells loved it because of the local bands and the exotic drinks they served. We came here often since it was one of our favorite spots to hang out. They hung twinkling white lights outdoors, and when it grew dark, they lit up the dance floor and surrounding tables with a pretty glow.
A few weeks ago, I would have entered and headed straight to the bar for a Dirty Little Virgin or a Lick My Pussy Shot. Bells always preferred a Buttery Nipple or Sex on the Beach. Tonight, though, I had other plans.
The crowded bar provided the perfect opportunity to show Bells’ picture and ask if anyone had seen her since the party we attended three weeks earlier. Someone had to know something.
Sure, Las Vegas was the City of Sin, and some would agree that what happened here stayed here, but I knew better. Las Vegas dealt in secrets, the taboo, gambling, porn, and money—lots of it. If you had enough, it opened all doors.
If you didn’t, you were shit out of luck.
I caught a guy at the bar eye-fucking me from across the room. He seemed harmless enough in his polo shirt and jeans. He was a little preppy, but that probably meant he didn’t worry about his bar tab. If he offered me a free drink, I wouldn’t refuse.
When I sat beside him, he introduced himself right away.
“I’m Nick. Who are you, beautiful?”
“Kim,” I lied. I never gave any real information to anyone I met at a bar. Years ago, I had a guy stalk me for months. I had to change all my personal information and move. It was a nightmare. Now, I played it safe.
“What would you like to drink?”
“A virgin Strawberry Daiquiri.”
“Virgin?” he laughed. “Alright.”
We flagged the bartender and put in my drink order.
“So, what do you do for a living? Are you a model?”
Uh, no. Models were six feet tall and size zero. I was five-eight and size ten. No comparison. I didn’t tell him that, though. “Nope. I run my own business.”
“Nice. What products?”
“Candles and soaps mostly. I enjoy combining fragrances together.”
“Sounds rewarding.”
