Urquia

Chapter 27:Jose.

*Author POV*

-"I'm so f*****g tired of this s**t," he said loudly over the music. The music was so loud it made his teeth ache. Then he took a sip of his whiskey.

-"Well, after all you did for them, I get it, but still, you failed them, so what did you expect?" Sergei, his friend and business associate, said after taking a shot of tequila. He could smell stale beer and too much perfume.

They were in the VIP private section of Bora Bora Club in Ibiza. They'd known each other since they were fifteen years old when they started working for a mysterious Russian man who turned out to be a vampire.

-"I was fed up with her f*****g whining and just went to see my girlfriend, man. I left her for two f*****g days. Two!" he said, leaning on his seat.

-"How the f**k could I know the spell had been broken?" he said, rubbing his face hard.

-"Urrrghhh, f**k! I miss the days when we just drugged people for them, you know? Just catch and deliver, man. And now, it's like everything I've done for them doesn't even matter!" he said with outrage. His gut twisted with anger, making his hands shake as he gripped the glass.

-"Did you find out why they wanted you to have her in the first place?" Sergei asked curiously. At first, he was the one assigned to get her, but that weekend he had a police raid in one of his houses, so he had to hide.

-"I think I do. The little b***h spilled my beer when I got a hold of her, and I was going to slap her when her brother pushed me and stood in front of her. I wanted to kill that little bastard, but I couldn't. It was like a force, man, a shield of some sort. I couldn't even get near them. She came a few seconds later. I was drunk as f**k, so I beat her up instead and left. That was when she left, taking the kids. Then in Germany, she did it again; we couldn't get near the kids and her f*****g sister. We tried to break her, we did everything to make her unconscious, but she just kept being in that trance. She was awake but not in her body. She didn't react to anything... It was so weird." He explained.

He thought about that smug look that b***h had; she was free from the spell. When they got together, she had fought the spell without succeeding, but she quit fighting as soon as they had the kid. She gave up and did whatever he said. He'd rob her, beat her, r**e her, cheat on her, anything, and he could see she was holding on for the kid. Then the girl came, and somehow she started fighting the spell again.

At first, she was just a job. His last task before becoming officially one of them: a f*****g vampire. He had to hold her, do whatever he wanted to her, break her spirit, make her a f*****g slave. He thought he had, but then he was told to bring her parents to Spain. He tried to force her, but it wasn't up to her; they'd gone missing for months, even years, on their weird missions around the world. He had resented her for being stuck with her, and he made her pay. It had become personal. She had made all his efforts worthless, and she embarrassed him in front of their men.

-"I think they want her, but they are covering their backs. If something happens to her, it'll be your fault, not theirs," Sergei said after a while. He had done this lots of times. He had always had someone to take the blame for him, whether they knew it or not.

Two women came to their private area with two other young women, clearly drugged.

Both of them looked up. They scanned them.

-"22, 23 tourists, alone, Europe tour," one of the older women said emotionless.

Sergei nodded, and they took them to a private room where there were six people waiting. All tied up and drugged asleep.

-"Two more. Men, blonde, black," said Jose.

-"Oh, and bring someone up here; we need to cheer this man up," Sergei said.

They nodded, smiling, and a few minutes later, a stripper came and began to dance.

-"How much time do you have left?" Sergei asked.

-"Three months. I deliver her to them, or my head on a tray," he said, sighing hard and drinking his whiskey.

The woman dancing in front of them only had a thong now. He licked his lips and began to touch her. Her eyes got wide and she tried to slowly yank her arm away, but he held her tight. She tried to avoid him, tried to go to Sergei, but he took her by her wrist, pulled her to him, and started groping her and squeezing her breasts. She said, -"Sir... sir, please... I'm just a stripper, not a prostitute."

-"Tonight, you are what I f*****g want, so let's start taking this off," he said while pulling on her thong.

Sergei just snickered and enjoyed the show.

At dawn, he led his men to the room where they had their merchandise. They took them to a back door and drove a van with dark windows. They went to a private port Sergei owned. They led the people to a yacht. They were for an auction, but first, their master had to "taste them."

They went downstairs on the huge yacht to a wide, windowless indoor swimming pool. It was screaming luxury everywhere you looked. A man got out of the jacuzzi, and a slave helped him put on a robe.

-"Hah! My favorite boys!" Dimitri said with a Russian accent. He sat on the white leather sofa bed. The slave poured him a red wine glass and left.

He was their boss, their master, a vampire. He was one of the first 'Vory', the first of the Russian Bratva. Not only that, he was part of a secret Clan, one that had existed even before the Tzars of Russia. No, he had been there hundreds of years before that. He had been around since the 14th century. He was one of the thirteen men of the great Vladimir The Impaler.

And they'd been working for him since they were barely teens.

-"How many this time?" he asked Sergei.

-"Eleven. Six women, five men. I think you're gonna like this batch, Master," Sergei said, bowing.

-"You know what I like, so I bet I will," he said, clapping twice. Shadows deepened under her eyes, and her skin was pale. Her body was covered in bite marks, both old and fresh. Her face was void of any emotion—numb, submissive, tamed. Her eyes looked empty, like she wasn't really there, and her body felt heavy and tired. A woman slave, almost completely naked with a sheer robe and a thick black choker on her neck, came through a door, sat on her knees in front of him, and offered him her arm.

-"The auction will be tonight. When we get to Sicily, I expect your men to be there, right?" He looked at Jose before biting her wrist; she grimaced.

-"Yes, Prietro will be waiting for you at the port. The auction will start at 21:00 pm; it's all settled, Master," Jose said.

-"Well, let's go see them," Dimitri said, smirking, his mouth full of blood.

-"Oh, Jose, Have you found Andrea? When are you going to get her?" He asked with a raised brow. He bit her again.

-"Well, her boss doctor in Germany said they went to the States. I've sent a man who located them, but he disappeared, so Pietro sent his men to follow her. I have a guy who told me she is in Washington."

-"Your job was to keep her under control, tamed. We gave you her location when she left the first time. Do you need us to intervene again?" His voice started to get dangerously colder.

-"No, Master, I'm working with some rogue werewolves. My guy said she has found her mate. So I'll deal with him before bringing her as soon as possible."

-"That changes everything! Go bring her yourself. I'll give you men. I don't want any more delays. She has to be here, and it has to be low-key!" he said, slamming his fist on the sofa.

-"Yes, Master Dimitri," he said, bowing his head.

-"Go. I have to prepare the merchandise." He dismissed them with a hand, licking the blood off his bottom lip. The slave was drained to death.

They were at the door.

-"Oh, and Jose? Don't. f**k. this. up." He said, looking at the lifeless slave with disgust.

They went out the yacht in silence.

-"I'll make her pay for this!" he said to his friend, shaking with rage.