Unleashed, p.5
UNLEASHED., page 5
They exchange a glance, and both look at me, puzzled.
“What?” I ask.
“They can read our thoughts. Well, mine, not hers,” Jess says, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“Fuck, well. I guess I’ll have to compel you to forget.”
“That isn’t going to work either,” Eva says.
“Uh, why?” My irritation is getting the best of me, all I can think about is ripping both of their heads off and calling it a day.
“My mother performed a warding spell on me to prevent vampires from being able to compel me… once she knew that it was a possibility. I performed it on her before we went into the cabin that night.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal.
Hmm, I wonder if my mother has a spell for that in her grimoire to keep Daris out of my head. I’m going to have to look into that ASAP. But for now, what the hell am I going to do about Daris?
Chapter 6
Daris
Presly has turned into a force; I’m worried she will become a problem for many people… vampires, too. She has a lot of control already, which is great, but she seems to have lost touch with her humanity. I don’t care, other than the fact it could get her killed; it’s not who she is. There are already vampires out there who want her dead just to get to the dagger. We don’t even know if she can use it anymore. Sure, she’s a Leblanc, but she’s a vampire now; she doesn’t have Leblanc blood running through her veins. I should just throw her ass on the plane and leave the country. Fuck, that would not fly. Plus, I want her to get her revenge; she needs it.
My car stops in front of a seemingly empty old cathedral surrounded by miles of trees in the middle of nowhere. It may look like that, but it is far from it. I pull up to the back of the building and open the app on my phone that opens the garage door that just looks like part of the wall. Pulling into the garage, the familiar black SUV catches my eye. Jax and Nathan must be here already.
The brothers have been with me for decades now. I know I can count on them for anything, including torturing assholes who don’t fucking talk. They’re both a little psychotic, so it works in my favour in this case. They will help find Lucas and whoever the witches are that helped him. That fire in the cabin was no amateur witch, and I don’t believe it was just Delyth; the spell didn’t last long. I can’t believe that Jess and Eva were capable of stopping the fire spell. They’re baby witches; they cannot accomplish shit. Lucas didn’t want us dead, so what was their goal? Why not just kill us all?
Walking through the garage, I head to the stairs that lead up to the club. I can smell the familiar scent of blood. If they didn’t clean up this place last night, there better be a good reason. Pushing the door open, I see where the scent is coming from.
“Fuck’s sake,” I mumble. I see the floor has not been cleaned. Dried blood peppers the floor. It’s not a lot, but it’s enough to worry a human.
The Cathedral has been transformed into a club, not just any club, of course. It’s a vampire’s club, a place to party and let loose so they don’t go on a rampage and kill a bunch of humans. Plus, it brings in extra income. Most people who come here know what they are getting into, wanting to party and having vampires feed on them. Whatever gets them off… who am I to pass judgment?
That’s the great thing about New Orleans and the Seattle area; vampire movies are set in these locations, drawing people who hope to find some truth in the stories and look for excitement from their mundane human existence.
Some are brought to the clubs, compelled to forget all about it, and fed some bullshit lie about any visible marks. Some nights, it gets out of hand, so a security team is needed. All employees answer to Nathan and Jax, who answer to me.
Presly is going to lose her shit when she learns about this place. But that’s not going to be for a long time; she is not ready. Plus, my sweet girl is a jealous woman, and this place gets packed full of beautiful women. A smirk spreads across my face. The thought of my sexy bombshell thinking anyone holds a candle to her makes me laugh.
I make my way up the grand winding staircase to the upper part of the club to where my office is. The stained-glass windows are mostly still intact. The wood banisters and the columns that reach the ceiling above are dark wood. We did a good job keeping most of the original building. The bar itself was installed keeping the original vibe in mind.
I reach my office, where Jax, Nathan, and a few other employees are lounging on the couches around the room, waiting for me.
“Gentlemen,” I nod to the brothers sitting in the chairs in front of the huge window that looks over the club. It’s a one-way window, so I can keep an eye on the floor when I am here. I glance at the two on the couch against the back wall.
“B, Derek,” I mutter, sitting behind my desk and turning to face the couple on the couch. B narrows her eyes at me, and a smirk plays on her bright red lips.
“You don’t ever remember my name, Daris?” She crosses her arms across her chest, pushing up her huge fake tits, leaning back into the couch. Her black hair pulled back into two buns on the top of her head makes her look younger than her human age of twenty-five. She’s always dressed in all black. Today it is a black mini dress, fishnet knee-high socks paired with combat boots.
“No, I don’t. Is there any reason I need to know your full name?” I quip, sliding my glance to her current man, Derek. Now his name I know, because he has been the third in charge around here behind Jax and Nathan.
“Derek, is there a reason there is blood on the floors downstairs?” I ask, leaning back in my chair.
“B wasn’t here last night, so it didn’t get done.” He looks over to her. She glares at him, huffing out a breath.
“I don’t care why, Derek. Just make sure it’s cleaned by the time we open. Have arrangements been made to bring on extra staff for the weekend?”
“Yeah, we brought on two extra men for each of the entrances, front and back.”
“Good. That is all, you can go.” I nod to the couple. B is still shooting daggers at Derek. She jumps up, following him out the door.
“Don’t call me B, dickhead. You fucking know my name! You were moaning it last night,” she snaps as she brushes past him out the door. Derek looks back at me, shaking his head.
“She’s crazy as fuck, but she sure can suck the soul right out of ya.” He shrugs, letting the door close behind him. Nathan and I both turn our attention to Jax.
“Dude’s not wrong. Breann can suck cock,” he chuckles. I shake my head, turning my attention to Nathan.
“Don’t look at me, man. I haven’t touched that crazy bitch.” They both look at me. I sure as hell didn’t fuck her. I glare at them, saying nothing because they know I don’t fuck anyone I hire.
“Did you drop Mick off at home?” I ask, opening the laptop on my desk, to check that all the security cameras are working.
“Sure did. We were even nice and cauterized the stumps where his fingers were.” Jax says with a smirk, resting his arms across his chest. His tattoos seem to have multiplied since the last time I saw him, clawing up his neck to meet his jaw. Both brothers are covered in ink.
“We dropped him at his doorstep and made sure he understood his job is to get the word out that you’re coming for Lucas, and anyone in the way is dead,” Nathan says, brushing non-existent lint off his pants. Jax and Nathan are opposites in most ways. Jax is rough around the edges, always in jeans, combat boots, and a black T-shirt. Constant 5 o’clock shadow and tousled unkempt hair. Always ready for a fight, usually resulting in bloodshed. Nathan is usually in a Tom Ford custom-tailored suit, and with his ever-changing watches, Rolex seems to be his go-to. He is not so quick to fight; he probably doesn’t want to mess up his perfectly styled hair. But he will fuck someone up if he needs to.
“The club is doing good. No issues I need to know about?”
“All is good here, boss,” Jax says, standing and rolling his neck, causing it to crack.
“I’m outta here. I got a piece of ass tied up waiting for my return.” He laughs. Nathan stands fixing the cuffs of his suit jacket, rolling his eyes at Jax.
“Speaking of ass, when do we get to meet this woman who has the great Kain losing his mind?” Jax asks, tilting his head, eyeing me. Standing from my desk, I walk over to him, grab him around the throat, and squeeze. His eyes bulge from his head; I could pop it off his shoulders.
“Do not ever refer to her as a piece of ass or any other derogatory term. Got it?” I growl, shoving him into the door. He sputters, rubbing his neck.
“Fuck, sorry, man. I didn’t mean it that way.”
I feel Nathan’s eyes boring into my back as I return to my chair. “Got something you want to say, Nathan?” I question, not meeting his gaze.
“I’ve never seen you like this before, is all,” he says, shrugging and heading for the door.
“Gentlemen, I apologize for the outburst. I should have made it clear that I will not tolerate any disrespect when it comes to Presly. Nathan, you haven’t seen me like this because I have never been like this. She is… important.” They nod in understanding as they exit my office.
Nathan knows the feeling. He has a wife. He would protect her with his life and has… one occasion comes to mind. Kelsey, his now wife, was human until a few years ago. She worked here once upon a time, as a human and nearly died at the hands of a drunk-off-his-ass vampire, who just happened to be older and stronger than Nathan. He didn’t care, though.
Nathan wouldn’t back down even as the mother fucker was about the rip his head from his body. If it weren’t for Jax and me… I cringe at the thought. I might not care about much, but my friends are worth fighting for. Jax and I ripped him apart just in time, but Kelsey was almost dead from the blood loss.
I saved her that night. Nathan was in no position to save her, and Jax was consumed with making sure Nathan was okay. I fed her my blood until I was weak from the loss. I would do it again without a thought; our circle is tight, and they would do the same for me and now for my girl.
My mind drifts back to my girl. She was so pissed at me for not allowing her to leave, but I will make it up to her. We can go out for dinner or whatever she wants. Just know, I have to be there. I know she is mad I come and go, feed, but I promised not to feed on women because she is a jealous little thing. I can’t help but laugh. I have been feeding on men, and yes, they don’t taste like a woman, but it’s worth making Presly happy. She may come around one day. It’s not like I get off on it. I mean, sure, I did before when I was a new vampire, but as decades pass, it is less about the thrill… usually.
Presly definitely was about the thrill. I watched her day in and day out. I was obsessed. She was so good, so innocent. People have bad thoughts, mean thoughts, and judgmental thoughts, but my girl was different. Even when she had a negative thought about someone, she felt bad and apologized to them in her head. Who the fuck does that?! She is so innocent, never knowing that men… and women desired her. Even in her sweatshirts and messy hair, she was desired.
I knew she was going to be mine, by choice or by force. I was never going to let her go. I had visions of chaining her up in the cellar so often. Abusing that perfect body of hers, but once I had her… fuck, I couldn’t. She was too delicate, too innocent. I run my hand down my face, letting out a frustrated sigh. I need to get her in the cellar one day… she needs to see and know that side of me. I need to have my fun with her. She is not so delicate now. My cock throbs in my pants, and I have to adjust it. There is a light tapping on the door. Jesus Christ.
“Come,” I snap.
The door is slowly pushed open, and a girl stands there, dressed in tight blue jeans and a tight white knit top showing off her curves.
“What is it, Rose?” I ask one of the bartenders.
“Hey Daris, welcome back,” she says cheerily, walking over to stand in front of my desk. She is one of many women who work here who have tried to get into Ian’s or my bed… or rather, tried to get on their knees for us. Not that she’s not hot, but I am not interested, although I am sure Ian has had his cock in every woman who has worked here. I have little doubt that is why she is here now.
“What can I do for you?” I ask, not giving her a second glance.
“Oh, nothing really. I just wanted to say welcome back and see if you needed anything.” Her voice is low and seductive now as she walks around to stand behind my chair. Fuck. If the women here act like this when Presly is around, I am going to have a lot of dead or hurt staff. I am not sure she could tear them apart, but I am certain I will if they touch her.
“Rose,” I mutter, pushing my chair away from my desk and spinning my chair to face her. She bats her long lashes at me with a little smirk on her red lips. I look at the floor in front of me, and she wastes no time dropping to her knees. Fucking pathetic. I lean forward and take her jaw in my hand, and a big smile spreads across her face. She blinks rapidly up at me as I squeeze harder. She flinches and tries to pull back. I narrow my eyes at her and lean my face to hers.
“Open,” I growl. She does, of course, hoping I’m going to let her suck my cock.
“Stick out your tongue.” She darts her tongue out, and her big blue eyes swim with unshed tears. I look down at her tongue, tilting her head back and spit down her throat. I shove her face back, still gripping it.
“That will be the only fluid you will ever get from me. Don’t ever come in here again. I know you have heard I found someone, and if you disrespect her like that again, I will tie your ass up in the basement. I will let every man here have a turn on that used-up cunt.” I release her and push her back, and she lands on her ass.
“Now, get the fuck out,” I mutter, turning back to my desk. She moves to the door and opens it without a word.
“Rose.” I snap. She turns, tears running down her face.
“Come.” She walks over slowly, unsure of what I am going to do.
“I gave you something,” I say, leaning back in my chair, steepling my fingers. Confusion crosses her face, clearly not knowing what I want.
“Thank me,” I demand. She blinks, and more tears fall. Too bad for her; I don’t give a shit about her tears.
“Thank you,” she says, looking down. She did as she was told, however… I am in a mood now.
“Yeah, that’s not good enough. You disrespected my relationship. You are going to have to do better than that.” I am in a mood to play now. She searches my face for what I want. I tilt my head, eyeing her; I get up and round my desk and lean against it.
“You want so badly to be on your knees, so get on your knees.” Her eyes shift back and forth, but she lowers herself to her knees in front of me and looks up at me, mascara now running down her face.
“Now, thank me properly.”
“Th-thank you, sir,” she sniffs. Looking up at me for approval. I go back to sit in my chair, and she goes to stand up.
“Stay there,” I say, turning my chair back to my laptop. She can fucking stay there. Maybe she will tell all the women what happened, and they won’t be begging for it like desperate whores.
The door opens once again, no knock this time. I know it’s Ian. I glance up as he walks in, taking in Rose on her knees. She turns her head to see who entered.
“Did I tell you to move?” I ask Rose, who quickly turns her head back.
“Whoa, someone pissed the boss man off,” Ian laughs as he flops down in one of the chairs.
“Anything exciting happen in our absence?” He asks, looking down at Rose.
“No, all is good here. How’s my girl holding up?” I ask, turning to face him. Rose shifts on her knees, lowering herself to sit back on her legs. I shift my eyes to her and glare. She raises back up, knowing what I want. I shake my head at her, letting her know not to try that again.
“She was fine when I left, but I left after you,” he says, still eyeing Rose. His eyes went from her ass to her tits.
“You think the girls would message if she tried to leave?”
“Pfft, yeah right man. Those two are terrified of you.”
“Would they contact you?” I roll my eyes.
“Yeah, probably. Pretty sure Jess wants to sit on my cock, so she would use any excuse to call me,” he snorts.
“Don’t fuck with Presly’s friends. She needs them, and if you fuck with them, she will push them away.” I state, watching him.
“Yeah, I know,” he slides his gaze to me, his thoughts are all over the place, but I get the gist of what he is thinking.
“Don’t fuck with her. I know what she’s putting out there to you. She desires you. I am not stupid, but this… she is different than…” He holds his hand up to stop me from saying the name he never wants to hear again. Victoria.
I take a breath and try to calm down at the thought of Presly touching Ian. We have shared women, and Victoria was one he loved like I love my sweet girl, but we fucked up there.
We shared her, and he let her give in to her desires, and it didn’t end well. We now know sharing someone you love isn’t something we take lightly. Victoria paid for it with her life.
“Daris, you know I would never hurt--”
“Fuck off, Ian,” I snap, knowing what he is going to say. He killed Victoria out of rage because he would never kill me. I, on the other hand, may kill him for Presly.
“Could be fun, though,” he winks, trying to lighten the mood. I roll my eyes and turn my eyes back to my laptop.
“Suck his cock,” I say, not looking back, but I hear her shuffle to him and his zipper come down.
“Open. That’s it. Stick that tongue out. That’s a good whore,” he says as slurping sounds fill the room. Fuck. My cock twitches in my pants. I need Presly on my dick… her beautiful ass bouncing on me… fuuuck. I turn to see Ian’s head back, eyes closed as Rose sucks him off, and I can’t help myself. I peer into his mind. I want to know who he is seeing, Victoria or… fuck. I clench my jaw, clenching my fists.
“Fuuuuuck, that’s it, baby, swallow it all… Little One,” he growls as he brings his head up, his eyes meeting mine.
