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Her eyes got wide. “You actually found the creep?”
I nodded. “Yeah, but, Nera… I’m gonna have to ask you to come with us to Biloxi after Trigger wakes up. I need you to try to locate the house you were being held in.”
Her violet eyes held fear, but I saw her try to put on a brave mask. “I… I don’t know if I can find it again.”
In a bold move, I leaned down and used my finger to tip her chin up toward me. “Larkspur, this is important. Please. You won’t even have to get out of the car. We’ll go during the day while the leeches are sleeping. We need to stop them, and you know as much as I do that you can’t move on or go home until we get them.”
She sucked in the side of her bottom lip slowly. “Okay. I’ll…I’ll try.”
“That’s all I’m asking. Now go get some sleep and tomorrow we’ll go get you that phone and then head to Biloxi.”
“Okay…” She turned around, and without being able to resist, I reached out and smacked her ass. I couldn’t help it. It was too tempting and jiggly in those yoga pants. My dick stiffened in my pants.
She gasped and grinned. “Shep!”
I winked at her. “Go get some sleep.”
I wanted nothing more than to follow her to her room and strip those clothes off and mark her as mine, but I refrained. I hoped there would be plenty of time for that later.
As I left the clubhouse on my bike and rode the short distance to my house, I wondered if Trigger would be okay with just Charlie keeping vigil by his bedside while we headed an hour away tomorrow. He would heal but I worried about my cousin. Then I made a mental checklist of everything we’d need to bring tomorrow to take out these human-trafficking piece-of-shit vampires once and for all.
Something told me I wasn’t getting much sleep tonight.
Chapter 11
The Hard Thing
Nera
The delicious sting to my ass lingered as I showered the next morning. That had been unexpected slap, and I couldn’t help but smile. I’d lost so much weight being held by the bastards, but I still had some meat on my butt at least. Enough for him to slap I guessed, which was good. It was weird how much I liked it. It felt personal and possessive at the same time.
I quickly dressed in the last set of clean clothes I had from that duffel bag and made a mental note to ask where the laundry facilities were or if I needed to find a laundromat in town. I still had some of the tees and shorts from the tourist shop but those were more like hang-around-the-house type clothes—not that I did much else. I could probably convince him to buy some more today.
I could get used to being spoiled like that. I didn’t want to know how Psycho and his cronies made their money, but something told me it wasn’t legal, but I wasn’t going to ask.
After I was as ready as I’d be, I went to the infirmary.
“How’s our patient?” I asked Charlie, who sat by his bed reading a paperback novel.
She sighed and set the book down. “He’s the same. Hasn’t even so much as stirred.”
I checked his IV port to see it looked good, and the IV bag was half full. I quickly checked his vitals and was happy to hear his pulse seemed quicker. I laid my head on his chest to listen to his heart, and it pounded very slowly. Then, I tested his reflexes but they weren’t responding. I peeked under the blanket to see someone had set a shallow bowl between his legs, and a good amount of urine pooled there. I looked around the room to see there was an adjoining bathroom so I quickly emptied the bowl and then replaced it.
Charlie said, “Thanks for doing that. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to, or what.”
“Just empty it when it gets about half full. We don’t want him startling awake and spilling it. A catheter would be easier, but of course we’ll make do.”
“I understand,” she said. “Thanks again.”
“Text Psycho if anything changes. I’ll be with him today, we’re going into town.”
“I will,” Charlie replied.
I made my way outside the clubhouse and didn’t have to wait long because Psycho and a few other guys pulled up in the SUV. Menace was driving and told me to hop in.
That guy was nice enough but wow did he make you want to look away. I would never get up the nerve to ask him how he got that scar on his face and if his dual-colored eyes was something he was born with. The rest of him was just fine. He was nicely built and tall, had nice teeth and lips, and cared about his hair.
“Where to, boss?” he asked as I piled into the backseat with Chaos and Wizard.
