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I fast-walked through the clubhouse, past the loungers and TVs where all was quiet, and out the front door into the bright morning sunshine. I used the path around the front that took me to the bar, and quickly opened the door.
What I saw made me gasp in horror. The minute I locked eyes with the man—the vampire—in the cage, I almost lost my stomach contents. It was him.
I stood dumfounded for… I didn’t know how long, and then I got mad. I got angry. I raced toward the cage and screamed, but strong arms pulled me back so I couldn’t get close.
“Let me go,” I snapped, wiggling out of Shep’s arms. “In fact, give me your gun.” I held my hand out and set my jaw.
He laughed but then dropped the smile when he saw my scowl. “Slow down there, Buffy.”
“What’s it doing here?” I demanded. I looked into the cage to see the vampire holding a dirty white cloth to his neck and scowling at me. Good, served him right for trying to choke me in that warehouse.
“He invaded our bayou. I asked you here to confirm this is the vamp that got away, but by your reaction, I’m assuming so.”
I turned and looked at him, as he was still staring at me. “Where’s Deon?”
“Fuck off, witch.”
“Dolor!” I waved my hand, giving him the mother of all brain stings.
He screamed and dropped the cloth, gripping his head.
Menace, Trigger, and Psycho all chuckled.
Psycho turned toward the vamp. “What’s your name?”
He was breathing heavy from the pain of the headache and said, “I don’t think so, Psycho.”
I couldn’t tell if he meant it as an insult or was trying to show us he knew my man’s name. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t like these guys were trying to hide their names or identities in front of this vamp, which he should know meant that he wouldn’t be “alive” very much longer.
“Just kill me already or get me out of this cage. It reeks like wet dog,” he snapped.
I threw him a look and he shrank back a little.
“Where’s Deon?” I asked again.
“I don’t know,” he replied.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Bullshit.”
“Believe me or don’t, I don’t fucking care. He took off that night you set him on fire and I haven’t seen him since.”
“What were you doing in the bayou?” Psycho asked.
The vamp looked at him long and hard before answering, “I was hiding out there, trying to figure out what I was going to do. It’s dark enough there during the day. If I’d had known you mutts turned there, I would have split days ago.”
Psycho pulled out his phone. “Call Deon.”
He stared at the proffered phone but didn’t make a move. “You don’t think I’ve already tried that? He had a burner. It’s no longer a working number.”
“Wow, so he just ditched you? No loyalty amongst sex traffickers, huh?” I jeered.
“We’re not sex traffickers,” he came back quickly. “We sell human girls to vamps as blood whores.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, yeah. That’s so much better than being a sex trafficker. Does your friend Deon know he isn’t supposed to touch the merchandise?” I asked, my hands on my hips.
He licked his lips and looked uncomfortable, refusing to meet my eye. “We all told him to stop that shit. He didn’t listen. I knew it would catch up to him one day.”
“So he’s the only one of you who were abusing the girls?” Psycho asked. “You didn’t touch any of them?”
