Fourteen
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“How do you know me?” He narrowed his eyes and approached. His steps were light and his eyes scanned the surrounding area. The wolf was bulkier than Tucker. Mack looked like he spent many hours in the gym. His tee shirt strained against his chest muscles and his jeans looked like they’d been painted on over his massive thighs.
“It’s just me. There isn’t anyone else.” I said, still leaning up against the tree.
I let him approach. He stopped just out of my arm’s reach.
“What’d you do with Jessie?” He growled.
“Jessie who?” I gave him a coy smile and twirled my hair around my finger.
He jabbed the air with his finger. “You know damn well who. Now tell me what you want. I don’t have time for this shit.”
I straightened my posture and walked a circle around the wolf. His aura radiated pure aggression and it left an unpleasant tang in the air. He turned to keep eye contact with me.
Good. Dogs keep eye contact when they challenge an aggressor, why wouldn’t wolves? As long as I didn’t play with my food or push him too far, like I did Tucker, he should go down easily.
“It would seem that you’ve attracted some, ah, attention to yourself with your illegal activities,” I said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The lie was plain on his face.
“The Void, Mack. The humans are asking too many questions.”
“So you’re here to warn me? Thanks for the heads up. You can f**k off now.”
I smiled and flipped my long locks behind my shoulder. “Warn? No. It’s too late for that.”
His eyes widened and his pupils dilated. He tensed his muscles, like he was preparing to pounce. He would overpower me without much effort if I didn’t get control of the situation in short order.
Before he could react, I let loose my seductive force and took a step forward. I gave him more than I gave Jessie but less than I gave Tucker. Hopefully it was the right amount.
I reached a hand and dragged my fingernails down the side of his cheek, just hard enough to leave a welt.
He swayed on his feet and his eyes focused on nothing at all.
I needed to get in quickly. I turned his head to the side with my hand and leaned in. I licked his jugular and he moaned. I bit down and drank, holding his weight in my hands. As I drank, I pushed more at him, hoping to leave him in a stupor.
It worked. I lowered him to the ground and licked closed the puncture wounds I left on the side of his neck.
I pulled out the phone Gemba had given me and let him know my location for pickup. I didn’t know how long Mack would be out. I hoped Gemba would arrive before I found out.
I fished Jessie’s phone from my purse and tossed it into the bushes. I didn’t need him tracking my location or getting the police involved.
Mack grunted as I dragged him by the arms to the oak tree. I laid him beside the trunk and I sat down with my back to the trunk. Waiting out in the open grass made me nervous.
I didn’t take my eyes off Mack, looking for the slightest twitch. I was ready to do whatever I needed to keep him contained until Gemba arrived.
Within minutes, a Black SUV pulled up near Mack’s motorcycle and the trunk opened.
Gemba stepped out and approached. The angel knew how to make an appearance. He was dressed in a tailored suit. Robert, the guard, trailed behind him.
Gemba looked at me and nodded.
“Excellent work, vamp.” He waved his hands and the same glowing handcuffs that held the other prisoner appeared around Mack’s wrists and ankles. He lifted Mack’s shoulders while Robert lifted his feet. They carried him to the trunk of the SUV and tossed him inside.
Robert slammed the hatch and got in the back seat.
“Get in,” Gemba commanded.
I got in the front passenger seat and put my seatbelt on.
“Really?”
“What?”
“You’re an immortal succubus vampire and you—you wear your seatbelt?” He scoffed.
I laughed, realizing how ridiculous that sounded. “Well, we don’t want to get pulled over for not wearing them, do we?”
Gemba thought for a moment. “Good point,” he said and he clicked on his seatbelt.
We drove along in silence for a few blocks before Mack began to shuffle around in the back. I craned my neck around and saw that Gemba had bars installed on the barrier between the back seat and the trunk area.
“Should we do something about that?” I asked.
“He’s fine. He might wake up but there’s nothing he can do about his situation.” Gemba’s response was calm. He drove on, unbothered by the half-conscious werewolf in the trunk.
I ran over the night’s events in my mind. I gasped when I remembered that I might have left a loose end.
“Hey Gemba,” I started.
“Yes?” He kept his eyes on the road.
“We might have a little problem with the humans.”
“How so?”
“Well, I tracked down a human that was buying Mack’s drugs and reselling them. I tried to get him to tell me how to get to Mack but we were seen and he escaped.”
Gemba laughed.
“You’re laughing at me again.”
“Think back to before. When you were a normal human. Did you put much stock into what drug dealers had to say?”
“I wouldn’t have, no.”
“So, why are you fretting over this little detail? Nobody will believe that he was attacked by a vampire.”
“I guess you’re right. I’m over thinking it.”
The shuffling from the back became more frantic. Mack moaned.
“Hey, hey. What’s going on? W-where am I?”
“Quiet down back there,” Robert commanded.
“Gemba, what now?” I asked.
“The worst he can do is annoy us. Just ignore him.”
We drove around to the back of the bottling plant and backed up to the loading bay. Gemba beeped the horn two times and a handful of guards dressed all in black approached the back.
“Who are they?”
“My associates. They help me manage things here. It takes more than just Robert and I to take care of everything.”
The guards lifted the kicking Mack from the back and carried him in through the loading doors.
“Now, for the fun part,” Gemba said with a smile.
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