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Through swollen, black eyes, Ky tried to find me with the sound of my voice. “You want me to keep the games?”
I walked over to the windows and peered down to where I’d seen Kami last. She wasn’t there anymore and tried not to panic as I searched the sea of weaving bodies. I forgot all about Ky until I spotted her again at the bar, body bobbing to the music. She was watching the bartender, waiting for her drinks, I guessed.
A thin, pale vampire slinked up to her in his blood teased top, dusty vest, and fake fangs. His hand settled on Kami’s hips, pushing her forward into the counter as he ground his pelvis into her ass. Kami spun awkwardly in her heels and trapped between the fucker and the bar. Her expression was a mask of fury as she planted her hands into his chest and shoved. The prick seemed to take that as an invitation to move in deeper, trapping her in the circle of his arms as he fought to land a kiss.
The roar in my ears could have swallowed the ocean. It blanketed the world of everything, but the murder I was about to commit.
I was out the door and down the stairs before even I realized my feet were moving. I was only vaguely aware of Matthews and Harper on my heel, moving the crowd aside.
I spotted Kami first. She stood by the bar, surrounded by a small crowd of onlookers, but unharmed. She blinked in surprise when I stepped into her path. Then she spotted my blood splattered clothes.
“Oh my God!” she cried, reaching for me. “Are you hurt?”
“Where is he?” I snarled back.
She seemed to struggle between my safety and my question. “Who?”
“The dead guy who put his hands on you,” I growled, and had the pleasure of watching realization dawn on her beautiful face.
She motioned over my shoulder, and I turned to find Lavena and Sasha standing over a figure curled into a fetal position on the floor. Kas stood just behind them, a wine bottle in hand like a weapon. But I only saw the weeping dead man at their feet.
I stepped forward and grabbed him by the vest and hauled him to his feet. His face was bleeding. There was a lot. It gushed out from between his fingers and poured down his front to create actual bloodstains on his shirt.
“You have no idea how badly you fucked up,” I told him over the pounding thrum of music. “But you’re about to.”
The kid was barely twenty-one. He was a student at the university and drunk beyond reasoning. I broke three of his fingers and dislocated his jaw before warning him that if I ever saw him anywhere near my club again, I would peel the skin off him. Then I had him hauled from the club and chucked into the back alley like the trash he was.
Kami was back at the table with the others. No one was sitting, but neither did any of them look like they were having fun anymore. They stood in a close circle. Kas had her arms around Kami from behind, her chin resting on Kami’s nakedshoulder as Lavena and Sasha faced her, both throwing words at her that she kept shaking her head at.
All four turned to me when I returned, but I only had eyes for one.
“Are you okay?” I asked her.
Kami nodded. “Thank you.”
I moved closer. I told myself it was to see her better under all the flashing lights and swaying shadows, but I knew that wasn’t it. Simple truth was, if it weren’t for all the bouncing and hopping bodies everywhere, my hands would be all over her, checking every inch for even a scratch. The little fuck had seven more fingers and ten more toes I would have happily snapped like twigs.
“If he comes back, come get me,” I told Lavena. “I have a pine box with his name on it.”
With a last, lingering glance at Kami, I took myself back up to the office where Ky waited, still tied to the chair.
Yes, I killed him. He stole from me and the club. I couldn’t let that stand. But I did mean it when I told him we would keep the games going in the backroom. It seemed to be successful and profitable if run correctly.
I was in the process of helping Matthews and Harper drop Ky’s body down on a tarp when there was a knock at the office door. The three of us exchanged glances.
“I’ll get it,” I told them, pushing to my feet and moving in the direction of the door.
Halloween made my life so much easier. No one ever noticed anything. The weirder the scenario the more normal it seemed. Any other day, blood on my clothes raised questions. On Halloween, it was perfectly acceptable. So, I didn’t worry about it when cracking the door open a sliver and peering out.
Kami with her sweet face and lethal figure stood on the first step, chin tilted up at me.
“Hi,” she whispered. “Busy?”
I shook my head, careful to keep my body blocking her from seeing the dead man in my office. “Just taking care of some business.”
Her gaze dropped to my shirt and the fresh spray of blood — knife wounds were just as messy as a gunshot — and I had a feeling she didn’t buy my story, but she didn’t call me on it. “I wanted to say thank you again.”
Her gratitude baffled me. Had she honestly thought I would do nothing while that fucker put his hands on her? Did she think I would simply toss him out and let that be the end of it? Kid or not, he was lucky I let him leave with the piece hanging between his legs still intact. He had no idea the zero level of tolerance I had for pricks like him in my club.
