Page 38 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
Oh, now that’s rich. “You had a choice. You were just too stupid to make the right one.”
His hand clenches around my neck, and I smirk at his loss of control. “You going to kill me too, Colt?”
“No.” He growls and rips his hand away. “Get in the car.”
Demi scrambles over the console and falls into the backseat when he yanks the door open. Her heartbeat is thundering, and her breathing is slightly elevated. There’s a faint trace of arousal mixed in with the scent of her fear, and I’m sure she doesn’t even realize part of her enjoys what Colt did.
She’s more unhinged than I originally thought. In time, Mateo may come to appreciate Colt’s actions. Tonight though, he’s going to be pissed. Colt’s loss of control could be detrimental to Blood Mafia, especially if he’s already attached to Demi after one taste.
I gaze at the sky. “Have mercy on our damned souls, please.”
Chapter Eleven
Mateo
Life has grown dull over the past hundred years. The world has ceased to amaze me, and people have become painfully predictable. Even my men. They’re consistent in their ways and there’s little which would change that.
When the cameras in my office show Colt returning with Demi and Grayson, minus two vehicles and a squadron of soldiers, my eyebrows hit my hairline.
I realize I’m surprised, and try to process the unfamiliar emotion.
Where are my people?
Why is the damned human still breathing, and why is Grayson glaring at Colt like he wants to rip his head off?
My gaze travels to the human, who is wearing a cami and a pair of black pants. She’s hanging back from the men, keeping a safe distance. Half of her face is covered in blood.
Why is she scared?
So many questions I don’t have answers to. I don’t like wondering.
I don’t enjoy mysteries.
Demi is starting to make me mad. She’s a human. I shouldn’t be upset over a human. They’re not worth it.
Colt grabs her by the arm and hauls her toward the elevator. She swings her arm around and slams it into his wrist. He lets her go even though I know he’s strong enough to withstand her attack.
Something about her crazy, self-endangering behavior makes me smile.
When my cheeks start to hurt from grinning so hard, I scowl and throw a glass at the monitor. The screen cracks and spiderwebs. The cup thuds to the ground. The tiny amount of blood I’d left inside it spills over the lip and dribbles onto the tile floor, staining it bright red.
I pinch the bridge of my nose hard.
This has gotten out of hand.
I’ll kill her myself.
Demi
Colt is smart enough to let me go. I may be a prisoner, but I’m not going to be manhandled if I can help it. Sure, he could have held on to me with ease given his vampire strength, but he didn’t. That counts for something.
I’m not entirely certain where I stand with him or Grayson at this point. I know they’re conflicted about me being sent to my death. They still followed orders like good little soldiers until everything that went down with Richard.
I thank the dead wolf for being an idiot because he possibly saved my life.
Stepping out of the concrete parking garage and into the dimly lit elevator feels like an accomplishment. I made it back from the mission unscathed. Well, minus the few wounds.
A speaker crackles and a dark angry voice says, “Bring her to me.”
