Jezebel by Kristen Middleton

Author:Kristen Middleton [Middleton, Kristen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampires, vampire adventure, vampire romance, occult, comedy, vampire fantasy, succubs fiction, supernatural, paranormal adventure, gothic
Publisher: Dark Shadows Publishing
Published: 2015-09-19T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Startled, I pulled away from the man’s grasp and looked at his face. Although he wore a tag that read “Hotel Security” I sensed that there was much more to him than that.

“What’s this about?” I asked sharply, noticing that he was avoiding eye contact.

Clenching his jaw, the man grabbed my arm again, this time more firmly. “Don’t worry, Red, you’ll find out soon enough.”

I hated it when guys called me Red. It was always in a smug way. “Hey, let me go!” I demanded, trying to get away from the asshole. But he was strong. Immortally strong.

He jerked me against him and whispered, “Calm the hell down and you won’t get hurt.”

“Are you one of Vlad’s men?”

“You’ll have your questions answered in a few minutes. Just chill out, will you?”

Not really having any other choice, I allowed the man to usher me away from the restaurant, toward the back of The Veil. Hotel guests watched us curiously.

“Are you okay, dear?” asked an older woman in her seventies. She had a cane and looked about ready to hit my captor with it.

“She’s fine. We don’t allow prostitutes in the hotel,” he said loudly.

Normally I wouldn’t care, but my cheeks burned with shame as the old woman stared at me with disgust.

“Harlot,” she said, glaring at me.

“I’m not a prostitute,” I said, gritting my teeth. Furious at the way I was being treated, I tried pulling away from him again, but he only dug his fingers into my skin deeper.

“Would you just relax?” he said, as we turned down another hallway. “I’m doing this for your own good.”

“Doesn’t feel that way on my end,” I replied angrily.

“If you’d stop fighting me, I wouldn’t have to resort to this.”

“Then tell me what the hell this is about!”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

I sighed loudly.

We stopped at a door that was marked ‘Security’ and he led me inside. To my surprise, there was a long conference desk with two men sitting next to it.

“Is this her, Nate?” asked one of them, a blonde Nordic-looking guy in an expensive suit.

“She’s just as he described. Plus, she has the mark,” said the guy, releasing my arm.

I rubbed the skin where his fingers had pressed cruelly. “You mean the mark on my wrist from your fingers, asshole?”

“Sorry,” said Nate, addressing the two men at the table more than me. “She kept trying to get away.”

“Leave us,” ordered the blonde, frowning at Nate.

“Yes, sir.” Nate turned and walked out the door.

I sighed wearily, wishing I would have never gotten out of bed. “So, who in the hell are you people?”

“I’m sorry, lass. My name is Aiden Rylan and this is Maximus Johnson,” said the blonde, his Irish accent noticeable now.

I folded my arms under my chest, studying both men. Both of them were undeniably rugged, handsome, and obvious big-shots. “And why should that matter to me?”

Aiden’s lip curled up in amusement; he got to his feet and motioned toward the chair across from him. “Please, have a seat.

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