Page 69 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
“What else? Sisco’s still behaving?”
Colt grimaces. “He’s following your orders, but I wouldn’t say he’s behaving. Our intel sent a few videos of him and a few men tearing through a nightclub. It’s a mess over there.”
I steeple my fingers. “New York is not our problem. If he causes too much trouble, they’ll deal with him.”
The Collective doesn’t like negative press. I’ll let them handle Sisco’s bullshit.
Colt and Grayson stand to leave after we settle the rest of the business.
“Wait,” I growl the words, not caring a bit how unhinged I sound.
Grayson lifts an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
Colt crosses his arms over his chest, stretching the fabric of his suit.
I scowl at them. They’ve been acting like nothing’s changed even though everything has. I can’t very well warn them away from Demi, though that’s all I want to do. My inherent desires urge me to rip their heads off and kill them for good. Giving Demi no other option but me.
“How did you do it?”
They share a look.
“Do what?” Colt asks, furrowing his brow.
“Demi,” I bite out.
Grayson lowers his eyebrow and sighs. “There’s no magic formula, Mateo. Stop messing with her head. Don’t throw a squadron of vampires at her for fun to see how she reacts. She can’t be manipulated.”
I grunt like he hit me in the stomach. “You’re dismissed.”
Colt scoffs and flashes away. Grayson looks at the door and shakes his head. “One day you’re going to have to learn to be nice to the people you care about.”
“Or?”
He turns his pitying blue eyes on me. “You could lose everything.”
Grayson flashes away, leaving me in a stunned silence.
Lose everything?
They can’t leave. The only way they can leave the Blood Mafia is death. Unless they don’t want out. Maybe they want me out.
I slam my fist into the desk. The monitor shakes, drawing my attention. Demi just woke up. She’ll be heading to the gym.
Time to go woo her.
* * *
Demi
I’m in the middle of kicking Alissa’s ass when I feel him enter the gym. Narrowing my eyes and ignoring the insufferable blood sucker, I roundhouse kick Alissa. She shouts in pain, landing on her ass. She glares up at me.
“You’re such a dick now that you have supe powers.”
“Oh yeah? You like it though, don’t you?”
She stands and brushes down her blonde hair. “Maybe,” she says, simpering like I’ve greatly offended her.
“How about a round with me?” Mateo’s voice rumbles between us.
