Chapter 2
Thorin
Salem seems to be becoming a place where more and more people visit, only to wind up missing.
The club has been hired to find two missing sisters who were taken from the university campus a week ago. The police could not find them, so their father came to us, and told us to stop at nothing to find them.
Hidden in the depths of Salem, these two young women are bound for great things, as their blood is royal.
Tate, who is a friend of Camo’s Ol’ Lady, is the head honcho of the police department.
He sides with the club more often than not now, knowing what we can do, but he is a fair man, and you do not see that much with the police anymore.
He is dating Skyla’s best friend, Eva, so we have to look at the prick at most club events as he comes with her.
Camo, Halen, and Oryn are with me while we ride around looking for these two young women.
For the last three months, I have done job after job, getting myself into more trouble than I should but fuck it, right? Why not do stupid shit when that is all I have done for the past four years?
Who would have thought that a man who is over three-hundred years old could still be stubborn and act like a surly teenager?
I have fucked plenty in my many years since I was turned by that bitch, but hurting Delaney has to be my finest act.
Being a villain in her story is the safest thing for her. I know what she went through; hell, I fucking found her. She was tied to a bed, blood seeping from so many fucking bite marks that I was surprised she survived.
We dropped her off at a local clinic to heal, as I would not let Halen do it. Not sure what it was about him healing her, maybe it was the connection they might have, but I refused to let him.
It did not matter anyway, because when she was healed, she came to the club and asked Winger if she could be a club girl. I fucking hated it, as I knew what she was to me, but I could not speak out about it because I knew that she had endured enough by the hands of vampires.
“Do we have any more info from Izzy?” Halen asks Oryn.
The fucker can speak to the dead and often links to the other side to see if they can help with any jobs the club takes on.
“No, she is still asking around.”
Some would say it is freaky that we have a ghost who is a sixteen-year-old girl, who lingers around the clubhouse.
Supernaturals can see her, but she will let a human see her too if she is feeling feisty and bratty.
Izzy is attached to Oryn, so where he goes, she goes. We are still not sure why she attached to him when she and her family died. We were there when the crash happened, but that is the only link as to why she stays with him.
We ride into the part of town where they were last seen, the campus, and climb off our bikes once they are parked up.
“We can ask around; some students won’t talk to the cops, but maybe we will have more luck,” Halen says.
He gives off a soothing vibe so women flock to him, but he does not fuck the club girls. He won’t fuck where we have stuck our cocks, not that I blame him.
Thinking of being with the club girls makes me think of Delaney, and my gut tightens. I am a fucking vampire; I am feared here in Salem and all of Massachusetts, yet this human woman who is my mate makes me feel things that scare and knock the wind out of me.
“Split up. See what we can find out,” Camo calls out.
I roll my shoulders and walk down the street, my gaze flickering around to see if anything catches my attention.
A young girl walks past me and I wink, making her cheeks flush, and fuck, it reminds me of Delaney.
“Hey,” I lower my voice.
Like Rush, who has the power of compulsion, I have it as my vampire power, as well as speed and strength.
She looks at me, and her eyes widen as they take me in. Yeah, I am a tall fucker, well-built and handsome as fuck. I am not one to shy away from compliments; hell, I take them willingly.
Keeping my voice low and holding her gaze, I ask her what I need.
“Do you know the two girls who are missing?”
“Yes,” she replies.
“Good. Do you know if they were dating anyone, or fucking anyone on the regular?”
She nods. “Bethany was sleeping with the new guy in town, but Brittany was a lesbian and was not seeing anyone that I know of.”
I touch her face, adding to the moment. Women like it when I have them under compulsion, then add physical touch.
“Do you know this new guy? Did you ever see him with her? Tell me.”
She sighs, making me smirk. “He was not a student. She was happily telling anyone who would listen that she had bagged this hot guy. I think he owns a place on the East Side of Salem, with his brothers. A new apartment building, I think.”
Brushing back her bangs, I nod. “Thank you. You can leave.”
I walk off, and I hear her gasp, but I do not look back at her.
Reaching into the pocket of my leather jacket and pulling out my phone, I open the app to message the guys.
Thorin: The oldest sister had a new man. Lived on the East Side of Salem in a new apartment building. Might live with some brothers.
Halen: Fuck, that was quick.
Camo: He is a sexy fucker; the women rush to him
I send a middle finger emoji and roll my eyes. A fucking vampire sending emojis. How times have changed.
Pres: I will pass it on and get Cotton to look into it.
Tucking my phone back into the pocket of my jacket, I keep walking. Some people cross the street when they see me, making me grin wide at them. I am too fucking old for the petty shit of people not liking me.
Being a vampire and in an MC gives you the automatic bad-guy persona, and if I am being honest, I am okay with that.
Running my hand over my head, the short hairs scratch against my palm, as I take in the lives that walk around me and think how fragile they are. Humans never appreciate what is around them. They always think that they can be reckless and risky, but their lives can be snuffed out in an instant.
Delaney knows all about being reckless, and that is what got her hurt in the first place. She trusted the wrong fucking guy, who is now no longer on this planet. Nah, that fucker was fed to a group of trolls who owed the club a favor.
It is one of the reasons she does not drink or take drugs; she likes to keep her wits about her.
Fuck, she is perfect for me, obviously, but I cannot add to her trauma. I will not claim her and cause her more harm.
Seeing her all those years ago still flashes in my mind when she is near.
When she moved out because I pushed her too fucking far, it hit me what she meant to me. Not only being my fated mate, but my blood mate. A vampire will only take one fated mate and she is it for me. I have known many vampires who have fallen in love.
Some are still going strong after centuries of being together, while others have suffered the loss.
Delaney may not live at the club anymore, but she still has my protection. I creep in the shadows watching her, making sure that no fucker hurts her again.
Ironic, isn’t it? Especially as I was the one who hurt her the most.
I like to think that she can sense me, but I know that Delaney is ready to move on from me, and fuck, she has every right. I fucked and fed off women in front of her, knowing that she was my mate. I hurt her.
A part of me always used to think that she would wait for me to be ready, that she would wait around for me, but it seems that my girl has more self-respect that I thought.
I am proud of her for turning her back on me, because it made me see that I fucked up. Stubbornness runs through my veins. It took years to perfect the way that I am, but fuck, it can cause some unnecessary pain and upset.
Hurting Delaney was a fucked-up thing to do, but seeing how she is living happily without me, shows me that I was wrong about her. She is strong and can handle herself to the degree that a human can.
My past taints my present with her, and I find it hard to let it go and enjoy something that was meant for me. Seeing someone I love killed for a show of power, and then seeing friends lose their fated mates, destroyed any emotions I had about finding someone for me.
“I have details. Passing them through to your cells now,” Cotton’s voice echoes in my head.
I head back to my bike, thankful for the fucking diversion from thinking of Delaney.
My thoughts about her have gotten me into some unsavory situations in the last three months, let’s say that. Thank fuck that I am immortal.
My phone chimes, and I click open the app, seeing the information that Cotton has sent us.
Camo, Halen, and Oryn meet me at our bikes.
“I know where this is. Rode past there a few times, seen lights flickering in the windows. Seemed like a party house,” Halen tells us.
“Could it be supers who took the girls?” I huff.
Fuckers are always making the rest of us look bad—not that we don’t do that ourselves from time to time; that’s why most fear us.
There are few supernaturals who will take on the Kings of Anarchy; they would be fucking stupid to do so.
“Let’s find out,” Camo grunts while mounting his bike, and we follow.
We have no fucking clue what state these girls will be in, or if they went of their own free will, because I have come across many girls in my time from rich families who want a moment of passion with a bad boy, only to get burned.
Let’s hope we find them unharmed. And if they are not, then they will need some serious head shrinking, once they recover physically.
The sharp wind whips around us as we ride. The fucking cold weather is fully settled in, and Christmas is looming; not that I am one to celebrate it much. Christmas is overrated these days.
Kids and adults have become greedy and forgot the true meaning of Christmas.
My gaze slices around us, checking for any dangers that might jump out at us. We all know to protect Camo as he is our VP; not that we need to. The fucker is a beast when he gets into fighting mode.
The cunt cheats, too.