Page 45 of Forged in Dusk
Kon ~ Okay, have fun. Love you.
Claudette, ~ Love you more.
I slide my cell phone in my slacks, walking over to the bar in my office to grab some whiskey. I take the crystal glass and place it on the bar countertop. I hold the crystal decanter pouring the Whiskey. I watch the golden liquid swirl in the crystal glass.
I need to tell Claudette who I am. The thought scares me. What if she hates who I am and sees me as a monster?
I take a drink of my Whiskey, looking out the large window at the full moon. Of course, the full moon gives me power and clarity. I take out a cigarette from my silver cigarette case and lit it up.
Those motherfuckers Rogue’s are getting on my last nerve thinking that they have the power to overthrow our Vampire Empire. They’re only copies of what we are. They don’t even know all of the power that we hold.
Fuckers!
My cell beeps; I pull it out of my slacks, looking at the screen light up. I run my fingers over the screen to look at the messages.
Lance ~ We have the Rogues plans.
Kon ~ Excellent. We need to stop them.
Lance ~ They’re monitoring the girls.
Kon ~ Fuck! The girls are going to the mall, get the men on guard duty.
Lance ~ On it.
I turn around and throw the crystal glass on the wall watching the golden liquid run down the white wall.
I need to get to Claudette before these fuckers do.
“Claudette, let’s look at the baby clothes,” Marie says, sliding her arm into my arm.
My girls are thrilled about the baby, and they like Kon Kon, so that makes me happy.
“Right, but I need to go to the bathroom,” I say, looking around the mall.
“Right, I do too,” Kitty says, nodding.
“Okay,” Marie says, laughing.
We walk down the mall and down the hallway that leads to the restrooms. I walk into the stall to take care of business.
Then we’re done, walking down the empty hallway to get to the mall, when a man steps in front of us.
“Claudette,” the heavyset man asks, grabbing my arm.
“Yeah, who are you,” I ask, pulling my arm.
The man has my arm in a tight grasp, and it hurts.
“Asshole, let her go,” Marie yells, pulling at his arm.
“Shut the fuck up,” the man snarls, punching Marie in the face.
Marie yells; blood splatters all over. She covers her face leaning back into the wall.
“Marie,” I yell, looking at her.
“Motherfucker,” Kitty yells, hitting the huge man.
