Chapter 7
Camo
T he whiskey hits in just the right spot. I sigh, leaning back in the leather chair I rested in.
“You went to the gym?” Thorin asks, and I nod. “I thought you were done with her after the last time she pushed you too far.”
I shrug.
“He can’t stay away from her long,” Oryn speaks up.
I look at Winger, but Pres gives nothing away. His rule for managing his position of power is that he will not interfere with our lives unless he sees danger or death.
“Bitch keeps pulling me in,” I gruff.
“Why won’t you just claim her, brother? You have been fucking her for a year now, and you can’t say that you feel nothing for her, because every time someone makes a remark that they would like to try her out, you go bat shit crazy,” Cotton adds.
My fists clench on my thighs, and he cocks a brow at me, showing me that he is right.
“See?”
“Fuck off, Cotton. You know that there is no way I can bring her into this life. What we do is dangerous as it is. Bringing a human here or even linking her to me means I put a target on her back. And if she gets hurt, there is no coming back from that for her.” Fuck me, I have never said that shit out loud before, but I know that my brothers know my reasons.
“Camo, brother, you know that she could die right now from being hit by a car or attacked. Humans die all the fucking time, but with you there to protect her, she has a better chance,” Rush butts in.
“Plus, you know she is already connected to you. Mostly everyone knows where you stick your dick on the regular, brother.”
The thought of her dying makes my gut twist and my heart beat faster.
“Or I can change her,” Thorin adds smugly.
“Not a chance in hell, you blood thirsty prick. You know then she will have a bond with you that not even I can break.”
“Well, you said that you do not want to claim her. So what is the problem?”
My teeth hurt from how hard I am grinding them. He knows he fucking has me.
So far, none of my brothers have found their mate, or Ol’ Lady, whichever you want to call them. We all like to fuck; Thorin has been fucking for longer than all of us, since he was turned years ago.
We work hard, so we play hard. That is the one thing that we all have in common.
We like bikes, booze, and pussy.
“How many women have you fucked since you have been sticking it in Skyla?” Halen asks, before sipping from his beer.
Moving my gaze over to the club girls, I think about how much I have passed them over for the past twelve months or so. Looking between them, I see nothing that I like anymore, none of them hold a light to Skyla and that sets off alarm bells in my head.
Skyla being human is like I said, she is a target to get to me. As a supernatural yes, we die and get hurt, it just takes more effort, but also we can be saved with some dark magic shit that we have. A human cannot, unless I have Thorin turn her, which is out of the question.
“Fuck me, he is counting how many times he has fucked each of the club whores.” Shift laughs, making me scowl at him.
“None. I get my cock sucked but I have never fucked any of them since I started sleeping with Skyla.” I shrug it off like I do not give a shit how they take what I just said.
“None? Fuck off, brother; you need to get your dick wet on the regular,” Rush jumps in, making the guys laugh.
“I do get my dick wet, just with spit and not pussy juice.”
“I can give you my pussy juice.” This comes from Shaz, the club girl who thinks she is the queen bee of the girls here at the club.
The guys laugh; they do not even try to hide that shit.
Turning to look up at her, she bites her lip, looking down at me, then her fingers skim across her skin below her skirt. My dick stays dormant, which pisses me off. Skyla has him on a leash and she doesn’t even know it.
“I think you gave everyone a sample of your pussy juice, Shaz, but I am not interested. Maybe another time, yeah?” I say.
Her hand rests on the back of my neck and I shit you not, my skin crawls. I try not to react as her long purple nails scrape across my skin.
Leaning forward to place my bottle on the wooden table, I ignore the smirking from my brothers, as they know what the fuck I am doing. I look to Winger, and he cocks a brow at me, but says nothing.
It drives me fucking crazy because I know he sees shit but keeps it to himself.
I get why he does— being a seer can be a blessing and a curse.
Over the years that I have been his VP, I have seen Winger crumble over not being able to stop something from happening, to being a complete hero and the pinnacle of a rescue.
A phone ringing pulls me from my thoughts and I blink, looking at Thorin, whose face has gone dark. He sits forward, his gaze connecting with Pres who sits listening intently, waiting for our brother to explain.
“Yeah. Got it.” Thorin hangs up. “We need the boardroom,” he states.
“CHURCH,” Pres calls.
Everyone gets up and follows behind our leader. The club girls moan but know not to say shit, or they will be booted from the club. We offer room and board, for free and willing pussy, but they also get some money to get the girly shit they need.
We take our seats, me to the right of Winger, who bangs the gavel to start church.
“Brother, over to you.”
“Another girl was taken, then found hours later. Drained of all her blood.”
“Will you need to go there to scent her body to find the cunt who did this?” Winger asks him.
“Yeah, Pres. This is the third girl in a month now, but fuck me.” He growls. “I have not sensed any new vamps in the area. So either it is a copycat, a human murderer, or the vamp is carrying a shield.”
There are other vampires here in Salem as well as a shifter supernatural, but for the most part they get along. There is a coven in the north of Salem that can cause trouble every now and then, depending on what moon phase they are in.
We have dealt with them over the years; we have also killed a few of them but they keep fucking adding to their coven. Their leader has a big grudge against Thorin for something that happened many years ago, and he will not let it go.
“Take Camo and Cotton with you. Maybe they can help with their powers,” Pres instructs.
We nod, before he ends church with another bang of the gavel.
Leaving the room, I can sense that Thorin is out for blood, no pun intended, but I know that he is angry that yet another girl has been killed and all suspicions point to a vampire.
“We need to find this fuck and end them before they kill again,” he growls and his eyes turn red, showing his anger.
When he is neutral, his eyes are yellow or gold, but when angry or when he is feeding, they turn red.
I travel with my brother to find out what the hell is happening, and push all thoughts of Skyla out of my head. I know that some shit was said today, and I feel that it is not over, but right now these dying women need my attention more.