Blood Bound by J. Tarr

Author:J. Tarr [Tarr, J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: J. Tarr
Published: 2023-08-31T16:00:00+00:00

XENIA

Kat is going to owe me big time for this. While she’s at home getting her lady bits wrecked, I’m out here feeling awkward as hell with two of the hottest guys in this shady-ass biker bar. She’s lucky that I love her so much.

I never would have expected this town to have a bar like this, seeing that it’s so nose-in-the-air, but I suppose every perfect thing has a hidden flaw. And I’m all for flaws.

Dark corners, wooden exterior with matching barstools, tables, and chairs, and honest to God jukebox blasting Sabbath, leather, scuffed boots, and cigarette smoke.

Yeah, flaws are my thing.

I leave Valentine and Church and walk up to the bar, signaling for the bartender. “Jack and coke - heavy on the Jack,” I order when she approaches, eyeing my chest and smirking.

No fucking idea what she’s eyeing since I’m only dressed in jeans, a black tank top showing no cleavage, and a leather jacket.

She puts the tumbler down in front of me, nodding. “Running a tab?”

“I think I might,” I grumble, handing her my keys and taking a swig of the Jack and coke.

How the fuck did I end up here? I don’t want to admit it to Kat, but I’m miserable as fuck. Watching her and Priest all loved up makes me hate myself more and wish I took that fucking potion, especially since Church seemingly has no interest in me.

I turn my head and see him talking to Valentine, feeling a pull towards him yet again. If he wasn’t completely my type, I might have forgotten about him.

But there’s just something about a dangerous, rugged man dressed in black jeans and leather that gets my bits throbbing like a heavy bass line.

Christ. I need my head checked.

“Another,” I ask, waving my tumbler to the bartender and watching her pour me a stiff mixture. Well, I can ignore them and pass out - that should work.

“You should have taken that potion, you know,” I stiffen up when Valentine sidles up to me and orders a glass of bourbon, no ice. “Things would be so much easier for you.”

I scoff. “You really want your friend to be miserable without a Fated, don’t you? Is it because you no longer have one?” The words fly out of my mouth and I blame it on the alcohol.

He chuckles, takes a sip of his glass, and shakes his head. “No, smartass. That vial contained Church’s blood; if you took it like you were supposed to, it would have spared you the pain of yearning for him.”

I nearly drop the glass in my hand and my head snaps at him. “What the fuck?”

“You heard me,” he smirks.

“Why the fuck would you do something like that?! Shady bastard!” I look at him incredulously, shaking my head. “That was a dangerous fucking thing to do!”

“I knew you wouldn’t take it, but if you did, then it would have given you what you truly wanted. Or am I wrong?”

I scoff. “Church is Priest’s attack dog.

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