The Warrior Vampire: A Bloodline Vampires Novel by L.J. Red

Author:L.J. Red [Red, L.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Cleaver straightened his knife against the napkin. How long had he been waiting here? His sweaty fingers left a mark on the thick cloth. He tried to scrub it away ineffectually before finally shifting his plate to cover it. He looked around, but no one in the hushed restaurant was paying him any attention.

The place wasn’t busy; a select clientele sat encased in richly upholstered booths or rested elegantly in thousand-dollar suits at the bar. The carpet was thick, muffling noise, and the vaulted ceilings rose up above his head, lit by delicate chandeliers made of spires of glass. It was one of the fanciest places in the city with a waiting list a mile long, and yet the people he was coming to meet had casually made the appointment merely the day before. If that didn’t tell you how powerful these people were then nothing would.

He didn’t even know their names. He’d been put in touch by one of the major investors in his political campaign and just told that these guys would “help him out.”

Cleaver adjusted his shirt collar and glanced around before straightening his back. He bet even the mayor didn’t dine in a place like this on such short notice. He grinned. This was the kind of place he wanted to get used to. This was the life he wanted. That was why he’d agreed to meet these people. They represented an organization with serious political backing. And serious money. He was going to need that kind of backing if he wanted HUNT to become a serious threat to the vampires and rocket him into a position of real power.

He’d sent them the initial reports from the factory, and they’d been very keen to meet. They had even talked about financing something bigger, something further out from the city, an entire town turned over to his… experiments.

Well, he had to meet with them first. He settled back in his seat. No need to jump the gun. He’d sound them out. See what they were—

“Mr. Cleaver,” a refined voice came from behind him. “I do hope you weren’t waiting long.”

Cleaver stood and turned and was faced with a slight man. His hair was entirely gray, his face lined. A perfectly aligned pocket handkerchief pressed into the pocket of his three-piece suit. He had a kindly sort of smile and magnetic gray eyes. Cleaver glanced to the side and only then noticed the two hulking bodyguards standing on either side of him.

“Oh, no,” Cleaver rushed to respond, realizing he’d been silent too long. “Not long at all.” Well, it had been at least half an hour, but for this kind of money he was willing to wait. “Good to meet you, Mr…” He stretched out his hand.

The man smiled delicately, his lips pulling back from his teeth. His grip was dry and slight. “I think we won’t be using names today,” he said crisply.

The bodyguards stepped back and the man slid into the space opposite him as Cleaver once more took his seat.

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