CHAPTER 70
FRANKIE
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I feel warm and comfortable with a hardness under my head. I pry my eyes open to see Wren sleeping peacefully under me with his arm draped loosely around me. I’m so fucking happy right now. I nuzzle in further to him and squeal when his arms wrap around me, tightening me against his chest.
“How’d you sleep?”
He mumbles, loosening his hold on me.
“Really well actually. You?”
“I slept pretty well, considering.”
He leaves the statement hanging, but I know what he means. I’m glad he slept through the night without having any nightmares about what happened to Alex.
Wren’s phone buzzes on the nightstand and he groans, shimmying himself to the edge while he holds me to his side. I laugh at the fact he doesn’t want to ruin our position.
“Fuck,”
he growls.
“What’s wrong?”
“Another vampire was found this morning. His body was dumped in a city dumpster and a human found him. Fuck me, I need to get a team out to control this. I need compulsion to wipe their memory of that. Fuck!”
I rub my hand across his chest and glance up at him. His face is riddled with anger and frustration, and I can feel the rage bubbling up inside of him.
“Do you know who it was?”
“Zen says the vampires name was Hayden Scott and he was a pureblood. They decapitated him.”
I prop myself up on his chest and frown. “I know that name. I dug further into the sire lines and he’s one of Keegan’s.”
“So, it definitely has to be a connection. I don’t understand why this is happening. Why are they targeting purebloods? And are the regular vamps just collateral damage?”
“We need to start dealing with this today, Wren. I know you need to mourn Alex, but you know he would want you to take care of your city.”
“You’re right,”
he sighs. “I can’t mourn him properly if my mind keeps thinking about all the other dead vamps.”
I shift off of him and he lets out a disgruntled breath. I smirk at him and move to his closet to pull one of his shirts out to wrap around my body. “Last night should tide you over for a while at least,”
I chirp playfully.
He rolls his eyes and drags himself out of bed. “You underestimate my sex drive when it comes to you, Chess. I could fuck you every hour of every day and still think it’s not enough.”
I feel my cheeks heat at the comment and warmth travels through my body to settle in my core. “What do you want to deal with first then?” I ask.
“I’ll get Zen to call someone in to fix the lobby and close the building down on the law side for now. I’ll get Felix to go deal with the humans who know about the dead pureblood, and get a cleanup crew in. As for me…I’m going after Adrian.”
“Wren,”
I start to argue but I stop short when he glares at me. “Fine, but I’m going with you.”
“The fuck you are. I don’t need you getting involved in this.”
“You don’t get a say in the matter. I could kick your ass when I was still human, so I sure as fuck can kick your ass now.”
He smirks at me. “Are you threatening me?”
“Yup. Get used to it because my body may have changed, but my personality is still vicious.”
He tilts his head back and laughs as he reaches past me to grab a shirt for himself. “You are extremely vicious, but I quite like it…as long as it’s not directed at me.”
“Tell me what I can and can’t do and it will be directed at you.”
He leans down and gives me a quick peck on the lips before grabbing some pants for himself. “Go feed your cat and put on some appropriate clothes,”
he chuckles.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
His eyes drift up and down my body before settling back on my face. “You expect me to work with you dressed liked that? Francesca,”
he tsks. “I have no issues with fucking you when the need arises, and your attire will do you no favours.”
He steps back towards me and slides his hand up my thigh to grip at my ass under the shirt. “What with the easy access.”
I dance away from him, and he snorts out a laugh. “Do you have no self control?” I huff.
“None,”
he purrs. “You wouldn’t deny me anyways, Chess. I will have your cunt whenever I want, and you will beg for it.”
He’s got me there. I don’t think I could ever actually say no to him because I do want it. I want it so fucking bad. It’s like the turning heightened my sexual arousal on top of all my other senses. I feel depraved. Absolutely and totally fucked in the head, and I don’t even fucking care anymore.
“How’s your hunger?”
He asks, drawing me back from my fucked-up thoughts.
“I feel pretty good right now.”
“Wonderful. Run along now before I decide to lock you up.”
I roll my eyes and head out of his room. I glance towards the balcony as I head for the door and my cheeks heat at the memory of last night. I quietly slip into my apartment and Nyx meows when she sees me. I’m glad she came around. It was heartbreaking to see her afraid of me, but I’m thankful for her trust in me.
“Morning, baby,”
I coo, crouching down to pet her. I shift into the kitchen to grab her food and set it in her bowl. “Why do you like daddy Wren so much?”
I ask her, and I giggle to myself at the thought of calling him daddy Wren. “I guess he's more like a stepdaddy, but I’m glad you like him, baby. I wish you would have liked Alex…he really liked you.”
Sadness wells in my chest and I’m trying to fight the burn of tears in the back of my throat. He wanted a cat so badly, and I think if given the chance, Nyx would have eventually warmed up to him.
I leave her in the kitchen and head to my room to grab some appropriate clothes as Wren put it. I snag my cargo pants and a black tank top, smirking to myself as I pull it on over my head without a bra. I need to make him suffer a little bit at least. I pull the pants on commando as well and quickly throw my hair into a ponytail.
I’m pawing through my files when I hear a knock at the door. I’m trying to find the group file I started on the regular vamps, but it’s not here. “Fuck,”
I grit out. I must have left it in my apartment. I only grabbed the files I had on the purebloods in my haste to pack.
The knock comes again. I grab my dagger and slip it into the holster on my hip before jogging out to open the door. Wren opens his mouth to say something, but I breeze past him.
“Chess!”
He calls, jogging after me as I head for the elevator. “What’s going on?”
“I need to go to my apartment. I left the group file I started to put together on them there. I know you want to focus on the purebloods, but it may still hold some clues to what’s going on.”
I push the button, and I feel him settle his hand on my shoulder. “What about Adrian?”
“My apartment is on the way to Adrian’s home. He’s outside that part of town.”
“Wait…he lives in the lower district?”
“Not exactly. He was sleeping at the compound most nights because his apartment is further. He’s close to Denton.”
“Denton? I didn’t know that…that’s like…three hours away.”
I turn to look at him as his voice trails off. His eyes are narrowed, and his brows are furrowed as something clearly tries to piece together in his head.
“What is it?” I ask.
“The time difference is starting to make more sense,”
he mumbles to himself. The elevator opens and he steps past me to walk into it.
We get to the garage and Wren starts making his way to the Lambo again. “Seriously?” I sigh.
He glances at me confused. “What?”
“Do you not have a normal car?”
“I have plenty of cars, but I like the Lambo. It’s fun to drive.”
He smirks at me and turns back towards me, gripping my wrist and flipping my hand palm up. He sets his keys in my hand, and I look at him confused.
“You can drive,”
he smiles, and my heart feels like it’s falling through my stomach.
I try to shove them back in his hand, but he laughs and steps away from me, hopping into the passenger seat. “Wren!”
I yell. “I’m going to end up crashing it.”
“You’ll be fine, Chess. I promise it’ll be the second-best thing to vibrate against you.”
My face is on fire at the comment. There’s no hiding my absolute embarrassment right now as he smirks at me through the open door. “Come on, get in.”
“You suck,”
I pout, moving around to the driver’s side.
“As do you,”
he laughs.