Page 1 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
Chapter One
Demi
Colt's blood is slick on my palm. I shove him off of me, rolling out from under him and pulling the knife from his chest. My hands are shaking.
I toss the weapon on the bed.
There's no time to waste.
I have no idea how long it will take him to heal.
Rushing into the bathroom, I quickly wash my hands. Red tinged water swirls down the drain. Then I wet a rag and wipe down my body. I press my lips together, refusing to feel bad about what I did. The motherfucker kidnapped me. Sure, he was nice after they decided I was special enough not to die, but that doesn't negate all the awful shit he did. Saving Lexi doesn't change much either, because if not for the bloodsuckers, she'd be fine.
Now, because they took me and Lexi witnessed it, she came to save the day and foolishly got taken in as a blood whore.
After drying my hands, I throw on the workout pants and shirt, yank my long hair into a messy bun, and slip on my socks and sneakers. I tip-toe into the bedroom, half expecting Colt to jump up and grab me.
He's lying there, face down on the bed so I can't see if his eyes are open. Either way, he's not trying to force me to stay and I'm ninety-three and a half percent sure Colt will stay dead until I make it out of the building. Even old vampires need time to heal, right?
A small voice of doubt creeps inside my head, telling me I've crossed a line. I shake the voice off, ignoring that dumb bitch because fuck her. He deserved the stabbing. Plus, he'll survive. At least I didn't truly kill him.
Get moving, Demi.
I grab a scrap piece of paper and scribble a quick note, then place it on the pillow next to him. I use the knife to pin it in place, ensuring he won't miss it.
Time to go.
Closing the door in a lame attempt to slow Colt down, I rush out of my apartment. Luckily everyone must still be at the club, because the halls are clear as I walk to the elevator.
My heart is pounding against my ribcage as the engine whirs; it's taking far longer than I like to arrive on my floor.
"Oh thank god," I say when the doors swish open.
The carriage is empty. I jam my finger into the button to close the doors and hit the switch for the parking garage. My stomach lurches when the descent begins, but it's not entirely because of the downward motion.
Every second I'm in this tower is a moment I could be caught. A chance Colt could wake up and realize what I've done. A second where I could run into another vampire who isn't friendly.
I have a weapon, a chef's knife I snatched from the kitchen on my way out, that will help me get away from exactly one vampire.
I can only hope there isn't more than one.
The doors open and I exhale, rushing out of the elevator. My footsteps echo painfully loud in the concrete parking garage. I race to Evelyn's beautiful Lamborghini and try the door.
Son of a bitch.
It's locked.
I check the next car, a sleek two-seater, grimacing when I find it's also locked.
One of these fang bangers has to be stupid enough to leave the keys in the car. When the door handle to a blue SUV is unlocked and the keys shine like they're lit under a shaft of sunlight in the cupholder, I nearly whoop for joy.
Crazy I may be, stupid I am not. I wisely keep my mouth closed and slide into the vehicle. I exhale loudly when the engine starts. I ease out of the parking spot and make my way out into the night, escaping from my captors. The men who made me hate them and like them all in one go.
A big grin splits my lips. They thought they had me figured out.
I'd give a pretty penny to see Mateo's face when he learns what I've done. Colt probably never expected me to turn a knife on him, even though I threatened to several times.
Fools.
