Page 40 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
Though I suspect their motives, I want to hear them say it out loud. "And what is it you want with me?"
"To wreck you so completely you won't want to leave."
I suck in a breath.
Why does that sound amazing and awful all at the same time?
"Let's go." Mateo scrubs his hand over his face and presses the call button for the elevator. "I'm hungry."
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Mateo
Demi's surprisingly quiet in the elevator. Grayson's leaning casually against the wall, pretending to be lost in his phone. I know he hasn't truly seen anything on his screen since he started looking. He's too focused on her.
The elevator stops at subfloor one, and Demi's brow creases in confusion.
I walk out and toward Twisted Helix, knowing full well she'll follow me. One of the things she doesn't know yet is that watching me feed from someone other than her will be torture. The bond is beginning to set, and soon enough, the thought of anyone else touching me will drive her mad.
She wants to play her games, threatening me, stabbing Colt, throwing cheap shots. She isn't ready to play with me. I'm going to make sure she's well aware of how much of a tease I can be when she pretends not to desire me.
Her footsteps are soft. I can scarcely hear Grayson's following behind her, he’s likely getting a nice long look at her luscious ass. I curl my fingers into a fist. She's too skittish right now. When she relaxes, even slightly, I'll grab two handfuls of that ass and make her wish she'd never left.
Chapter Twelve
Demi
Despite the early morning hour, the club is packed. I'm a little tired to go drinking and dancing, but I'm too curious to leave. Mateo waltzes into Twisted Helix like he owns the place—which I guess he does, so that makes sense. The bartender sees him through the parted crowd, they moved aside when he walked in, and stops what he's doing.
"What can I get you, boss?"
His dark eyes sweep across the room before meeting mine. Grayson's waiting with me in the entrance.
"Fresh blood."
Excuse me?
The bartender nods. "I'll let them know."
Mateo moves deeper into the club.
Is he really going to drink from a feeder in front of me?
White hot rage burns through me. Wait a minute, why do I care who he feeds from? He can do whatever he wants.
Grayson's hand rests against my lower back. "Let's go."
I want to turn and leave, but I'm sure that's the reaction Mateo wants. So I begin to move toward the booth in the very back where he sits, dark and broody as he stares at the vampires and humans dancing.
I slide into the side opposite of Mateo and Grayson follows, caging me in. A waitress walks over.
"What're you having?"
Grayson glances at me, letting me order first.
"I'll have an Old Blue Eyes martini."
It's the strongest cocktail I can think of, and if Mateo's going through with this, I'm going to need all the alcohol because I already feel the beginnings of irrational jealousy.
