Blood Thief Box Set (Alpha Billionaire Vampire Romance)

by Flynn, Mac

  I snorted. Are you serious? That's your suggestion?

  Do you have a better one?

  I pursed my lips. There really weren't too many options, and the vampire had left a nice hand hold above him.

  Wish us luck I told him.

  I took a deep breath and climbed atop the truck. The slick roof and skittish driving swept me left and right. I lunged for and succeeded in grabbing the fist-shaped knob.

  I looked up at the coming road. The scenery around us was now changed. The forest still stood off to our left, but to our right were the tall cliffs of the bay. I shook my head and ignored the long, deadly drop.

  I scooted my feet so they hung over the driver's side of the cab.

  On my mark Specter offered.

  No countdown!

  What about a count up then?

  No!

  I took a deep breath and pushed off using my hands. I swooped through the window and into the cab. My feet connected to the side of the driver's face, and he tumbled to the other side of the interior. I landed neatly in his place, but at an angle so my feet still faced the passenger side window.

  The vampire didn't quite roll out as we'd hoped. His back hit the other car door and rattled the truck, but the door didn't open. Instead, the vampire driver lifted his head and his red eyes fell on me. A hiss escaped his pressed lips as he crawled towards me.

  I scooted back against the driver's door. "He didn't drop out!"

  I can see that! Just keep kicking him!

  I flailed my feet and grabbed the steering wheel as we careened down the road. A loud horn caught our attention, and the vampire and I looked through the windshield.

  A sharp corner was coming, and if we didn't make this one we were going to go for a swim.

  My eyes widened and I slid into the driver's seat. The vampire grabbed the steering wheel and tried to push me out of the way. We shoved each other as the truck careened towards our doom.

  Specter floated out of my body and shoved himself into the vampire's face. The undead jerked back, and I slammed my elbow into his gut. He doubled over and I turned the wheel and slammed on the brakes just as we reached the corner.

  The truck performed the turn on two wheels and a lot of prayer. All three of us leaned to the left and gritted our teeth as the glistening waters of the bay invited us for an eternal swim. Numerous fresh skid marks from the road to the edge of the cliff told me Simon and Certus were either good at their jobs, or this had been their last job. There was no doggy-paddling for me that night, though, as I navigated the corner and the truck dropped back onto all four tires. Swift drove in front pf us, and he honked his horn as a form of clapping.

  The vampire jumped at me and tried to shove me out the driver's door, so I gave him what he wanted. I fumbled for the handle and opened the door. I flew out, but kept a firm grip on the bottom of the open window. The vampire lost his balance when he lost me to shove, and he dropped out. He performed a few bounces before he tumbled to a stop.

  I swung back into the truck, slammed the door shut and took a deep breath. "If I ever get a hold of Simon I'm going to kill him."

  Specter floated back into me and chuckled. Maybe he'll give you a nice reward.

  I glared at the windshield. "I told you not to-" Something caught my attention. I glanced in the rear view mirror. The vampire stood up and raced after us, and he was just as fast as me. He pumped his arms and closed the gap between the truck and him.

  Behind you! Specter yelped.

  I gripped the steering wheel and slammed on the gas. "I can see that!"

  Even with the added speed the vampire kept gaining on us. We flew past a thick patch of woods with an abandoned road. Two black shadows flew from the darkness and tailed us. They looked like bad news that I didn't need to hear, or see.

  "You've got to be kidding me!" I yelled.

  That's not who you thin it is Specter spoke up. Just watch.

  The cars gained on the vampire and the pair of vehicles flanked him. The vampire looked from left to right, and I could see the whites of his red eyes widen. He threw up his arms just as the cars slammed into his sides.

  I looked away, but I couldn't drown out the horrible, pain-filled scream of the vampire. I risked a look in the mirror and watched the former driver disappear beneath the wheels of the left-hand car. What came out the back wasn't pleasant.

  The two cars sped up while I slowed down. The left-hand car took the lead in front of Swift while the other one guarded the rear. I didn't need three guesses to know it was Simon in that vehicle.

  He led us a few more miles down the road before we turned off onto an abandoned road. We stopped out of sight of the main road. I shut off the truck and dove out so I could kiss the gritty dirt. Mother Earth never felt so good.

  CHAPTER 12

  A shadow fell over me. I looked up and glared at the tense face of Simon. Specter floated out of me and glanced at both of us as our other two companions crowded around us.

  I jumped to my feet and jabbed a finger into Simon's chest. "What the hell were you thinking making me deal with a vampire?"

  He grasped my hand and shook his head. "If I had known the security team was comprised of other undead I would not have placed you in such a position."

  I leaned back and arched an eyebrow. "So you're saying you didn't know?"

  He nodded. "I am."

  "That's a first," Specter spoke up as he floated closer to us. He folded his arms and crossed his legs. "I thought you knew all the night businesses."

  "This one was unknown to me," Simon replied. He returned his attention to me and searched my face. "I swear I would not have-" I pressed my finger against his lips and shook my head.

  "I trust you." Simon grasped my hand and kissed the finger. A faint blush flowed through my cheeks. I pulled myself free from his gentle hold and half-turned from him. "But don't go getting me into that much trouble again. It isn't fun being almost splattered onto pavement."

  Simon chuckled. "Only our foe met such a fate. His companions, however, were less fortunate in their slow demise."

  Swift stepped forward and clapped his hands together. "Well, if that's all done, how about my freedom?"

  Simon turned to him and smiled. "You are free to leave whenever you wish."

  Swift frowned. "What about my car's freedom?"

  Simon bowed his head. "You have faithfully upheld your part of our bargain, thus I will uphold mine. You are both free to leave."

  Swift stepped backwards towards Shadow and gave a wave. "Well, then I guess Shadow and I'll be seeing ya."

  "Perhaps soon," Simon warned him.

  Swift opened the door and saluted to him. "Any time, Fang Face." He glanced at Specter. "Stay transparent, Ghost Guy."

  Specter smiled. "I'll try."

  Swift slipped into the car and in a few moments his tail lights disappeared the way we came in. Specter turned to Simon. "I should be heading off, too. It's a little draining being around you guys."

  Simon bowed his head. "The money will be deposited in the bank account within a few days."

  Specter shrugged and floated towards the woods in the direction of the city. "No hurry. I've got all the time in the world. Later." His form faded into the shadows.

  I looked around at my two remaining companions and the truck. "So what do we do now?"

  Simon nodded at the armored vehicle. "We will empty the truck of its contents and give them to Cotio to distribute."

  My shoulders slumped and my face fell. "I forgot all this trouble was for a bunch of dumb rocks. . ."

  He chuckled. "We were well-rewarded with two entertaining evenings."

  I tipped my head to one side and glared at him. "You're sadistic, you know that?"

  He bowed at the waist to me. "I have been informed of that characteristic, but-" his sly eyes flickered up to me, "-you must admit the thrill of death was intoxicating."

  I snorted. "Only for someone who can't die."

  He grasped my hand and led me
towards the rear of the truck. "Patience, my love. There will come a night where you will enter our ranks."

  Little did I know how soon that night would arrive.

  Fleece of Gold

  CHAPTER 1

  Another night, another adventure to be had. This one was going to be a little hairier than usual.

  I shuffled from the room I shared with Simon. It was dark out. It was always dark out now whenever I got up. I just couldn't will myself to wake up any earlier than nightfall.

  Speaking of the fangy demon, I found his dark princeliness seated on the couch. He finished up a phone call and put the phone down just as I rounded the arm of the furniture.

  "Calling one of your blood donors?" I teased.

  Simon chuckled and shook his head. "No. Cotio is too valuable an asset to risk overfeeding."

  I slipped onto the opposite end of the couch and raised an eyebrow. "So it's about that last heist?"

  He sat down beside me and smiled. "Yes, and the one before that. The deals have closed with all purchasers, and our companions are soon to be very wealthy. Perhaps this would be a time for celebration."

  I glared at him. "I just got out of bed. I don't need to go back in there."

  He chuckled and shook his head. "As tempting a thought that may be, I was suggesting a vacation of sorts."

  A buzzer rang throughout the penthouse. Certus emerged from whatever shadow he lurked and strode to the doors that led to the lobby. He picked up a phone that hung on the wall and pressed the receiver to his ear.

  "Yes?" I heard a few garbled words. "I see." Certus cupped his hand over the speaker and turned to Simon. "Mr. Fortis and another gentleman wish to speak with you."

  Simon arched an eyebrow, but nodded. "Allow them."

  Certus returned his attention to the phone. "They may come up."

  I looked to Simon. "Does Dolf visit you often?"

  Simon shook his head. "On the contrary, he has never been a visitor here. This should be an interesting conversation."

  Our wait was short. Dolf the werewolf and the other guy showed up a few minutes later. The stranger was a spectacle. His bushy white hair stuck out in all directions, and many of the ends were blackened by fire. He wore a white lab coat with red and purple stains over the front, and he looked at the world through a pair of small spectacles. The open-toed sandals on his feet finished off his strange appearance.

  Simon stood and bowed to his guests before he swept his hand over the chairs opposite us. "Good evening, gentlemen. Won't you have a seat?"

  Dolf and the other man took their seats, and Dolf cleared his throat. "I'm not sure if you know-"

  "Doctor Vincent Ficus," Simon finished for him.

  A small smile curled onto Dolf's lips. "I should've known he wouldn't get past you."

  Simon's eyes fell on the lab-coated man. "I must admit I am less familiar with your specific experiments than in your wizarding abilities."

  Ficus frowned. "I'm a warlock, not a wizard. Any idiot thinks he's a wizard if he waves a want and spouts a lot of nonsense from a book."

  Simon chuckled and bowed his head. "My apologies, Dr. Ficus. Warlock skills or not, what brings you both to me?"

  Dolf pursed his lips. "It's about one of the Doc's things he picked up-"

  "I do not 'pick up' things," Ficus objected. He settled into his chair and looked to Simon with narrowed eyes. "What Dolf is trying to tell you is I discovered an ancient relic, and now it has been stolen. I want for you to find it and return it to me."

  Simon arched an eyebrow. He leaned back and his eyes flickered between the two men. "You appear to have my occupation confused with those of a policeman. I steal objects, I do not find them."

  Ficus glared at Dolf. "You told me he'd help."

  Dolf waved his hand at his friend, but kept his sight on Simon. He leaned forward so his elbows rested on his legs and looked Simon in the eyes. "I think this one's in your line of work, though. What was stolen was the Golden Fleece."

  Simon whipped his head to the doctor and his eyes narrowed. "What were you doing with such an object?"

  Ficus leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. "Research. That's what doctors do."

  "Were you aware of what you 'researched?'" Simon questioned him.

  "I didn't come here for an inquisition," Ficus snapped.

  Dolf leaned to one side to catch Simon's attention. "We'll just say his curiosity got the better of him, but that's not really important. What's important is we get that back before somebody figures out what they have."

  Simon returned his attention to Dolf. "Why do you suspect they are unaware of their treasure?"

  Dolf leaned back in his chair and frowned. "It was a normal break-in. None of Ficus's rare books were stolen, but plenty of money is gone. That, and the Golden Fleece. Whoever robbed him was smart enough to realize what they had there."

  "Wait, so it really is made of gold?" I spoke up.

  Ficus nodded. "Yes, but its research value is incalculable."

  "Along with its financial value should anyone learn its secret," Simon added.

  Dolf nodded. "Yeah, we know. That's why we came to you. If anybody can catch a thief, it's the best thief in the city. So will you help?"

  Simon clasped his fingers together and pursed his lips. "If I wish to retain my wealth than I have little choice. What is the good doctor's address?"

  Ficus frowned. "Why do you want that?"

  Simon's eyes fell on the short man. "I will need to examine the scene."

  Dolf shook his head. "It's no good. I already followed the tire tracks of the thieves. They disappeared somewhere around the club district." He wrinkled his nose. "I never could get past the smell of all those the drugs around that place."

  Simon stood. "I will still need the address, and the exact address where you lost their trail."

  Dolf shrugged, but stood. He pulled out a pad of paper, scribbled a few words, and tore the top paper off. Dolf handed the slip to Simon. "There ya go. I don't think I need to tell you how fast you gotta find that fleece now that it's in that district."

  Simon glanced over the paper and tucked it into his coat. "No."

  Dolf turned to his doctor friend. "You're in the best hands you can be, Doc."

  Ficus stood and eyed Simon with a narrowed gaze. "I suppose so."

  Simon smiled and bowed. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Ficus."

  Ficus pursed his lips, but bowed his head. The pair left us. Simon pursed his lips and his eyes flickered to Certus. "Prepare the car." Certus bowed and left.

  I turned to Simon. "Mind catching me up on this trouble? Like why a fleece made of gold is so important to drag you into its theft?"

  "Have you ever read the ancient tale of the Golden Fleece?" he asked me.

  I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. Some group of guys stole it, didn't they?"

  A small smile slipped onto his lips. "Yes. A valuable item like that has changed hands quite often."

  I arched an eyebrow. "So you're saying this is the same fleece?"

  "There is no other that I know if," he quipped.

  "So what's so special about it that you want to get involved?" I persisted.

  Simon seated himself on the arm of the couch and set his hands in his lap. "A tale that is not told is when it fell into the hands of a very wealthy individual by the name of Midas."

  I furrowed my brow. "Midas? Like in the touch?"

  He nodded. "Yes. He was favored by a god and was granted the ability to change anything into gold merely by touching it. Unfortunately, the touch was not limited to inanimate objects, but to food and other people. The gift was eventually rescinded, but not before he touched his most prized possession."

  I shrugged. "What's the big deal about that? Wasn't it already gold?"

  "It was, but when his god-granted gift came into contact with the divine object the fleece was changed into something more than merely the golden skin of a sheep. The fleece itself was then granted the ability to cha
nge anything wrapped in its folds to gold."

  I blinked at him. "Seriously?"

  Simon stood. "I would not joke about a matter that pertains to such wealth."

  I frowned. "So if you knew this was real then how come you haven't got a hold of this thing sooner?"

  "It was lost to time since the early medieval period. How it came to drop into the hands of the good doctor we can only speculate, but that is hardly the concern." He glanced at his watch. "The night district should be quite busy by this time. We can expect to find the proprietors of the clubs at their usual dens."

  I stepped in front of him and held up both hands. "Wait a sec. I'll admit something making gold like that is cool, but what's the rush?"

  "The rush is we must find the thieves before they learn its value and sell it on the Black Auction," he explained to me.

  I sighed. "All right, I'll bite. What's the Black Auction, and what'll happen if it gets on it?"

  Simon smiled and opened his arm to me. "I will explain in the car."

  CHAPTER 2

  We found Certus waiting for us in the parking garage, and in a few minutes we were driving down the road. I took my usual seat opposite Simon as he restarted our conversation.

  "The Black Auction carries more than the usual trade of illicit human goods," he explained as he crossed his legs and set his hands in his lap. "Valuable items prized by those aware of the paranormal also pass through its house."

  I arched an eyebrow. "Like what?"

  He glanced out the tinted window to his right. "Blessed holy water, tomes filled with ancient curses, bottles capable of capturing souls." His eyes flickered to me and a sly smile slipped onto his lips. "There is even the occasional aphrodisiac for those undead who wish for a more pleasing evening."

  I rolled my eyes. "All right, I get it, it's a shopping mall for the paranormal. So what happens if the fleece hits the market?"

  He pursed his lips. "A feeding frenzy will occur, and the winner of such an auction will recoup their losses by starting a production line through the fleece. The gold market will be flooded with once-worthless items, and the price will collapse."