Page 107 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
I settle in his arms. Soon enough, it's morning and I wake with a frown.
He's gone and his side of the bed is cold. There's a little note on the bedside table. I pick it up and read his sprawled writing. He and Colt have gone to meet with one of their contacts. I try not to feel disappointed that I wasn't invited, but I do have three Hunters that need to be looked after.
Mateo's voice doesn't bleed through the speaker until I'm half-way through my coffee and pulling on a gym outfit.
"Good morning."
"Why is it you always seem to talk to me when I'm half naked?" I ask, pulling on my sports bra and covering the girls.
"It's a great way to start the day."
I shake my head and chuckle. "You're incorrigible."
The speaker crackles. "You like it."
Maybe.
I won't tell him that.
"What's the plan today, boss?" I ask, finishing getting dressed.
"Your parents arrive today, I thought you'd like to meet them for dinner?"
I adjust the bottom of my shirt and pull my hair out from under it. "What's the catch?"
He sighs. "Who says there's a catch?"
Gathering my hair, I glare at the wall. "There's always a catch with you."
"I thought I might join you. I am your boyfriend, after all."
I snap the ponytail in place. "That's an oversimplification of what you are, but fine. You can come. They'll pester me about you anyway. You got me into this lie, you can answer their questions."
Odin knows they'll have a million of them.
"I'll see you at five."
The speaker clicks off.
"Bye!" I shout the word, flipping the ceiling off since I still don't know where he hid the camera.
White noise fills the room and his voice rumbles through the room. "Goodbye, baby girl."
I scoff. "Don't try to woo me with that name. I'm sure at some point you had a mother and she taught you manners. You should use them."
"Goodbye, Demetria."
Glaring at the ceiling, I roll my eyes. "Bye."
* * *
Zander kicksmy feet out from under me and I land on my back. I roll into a ball and propel myself to standing, spinning and tracking his quick movements. I throw a hand up, deflecting a punch, and slam my other fist into his stomach.
He grunts and retreats.
That's right, motherfucker. I've gotten my ass kicked enough times by him to pick up on some of his patterns. He's smart and switches it up, throwing an unexpected move into the mix every once in a while, but he still has a few combinations I can tell are his favorite.
I'm nowhere near being able to take him out quickly, but with enough practice together, I think I can prevail.
