Bloody Ties

by Claire Marta

  Letting the door close we escape out into the night. I know I am not the only one who will be going home frustrated.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Damien

  WELL, THAT OFFICIALLY SUCKED. It’s been a long time since I was cock blocked so efficiently. It leaves me wondering who the hell she is. Her defenses were too tight that I wasn’t able to slip in her mind to discover who or what had her running scared.

  It’s rare I meet someone I can’t easily read. Maybe I’ve just gotten arrogant, but then when you’re the first born of one of the most powerful vampire covens in the country, you have room to be.

  I zip up, run a hand through my sticky hair and go in search of my guard. Who should have fucking stopped that bitch from interrupting. I should be balls deep inside a warm pussy right now, not standing at the mouth of a hallway with blue balls.

  That dark green mask with black swirls enhanced those amber eyes, they practically glowed from across the room, before the other bitch pulled her through the door.

  My cell phone vibrates in my pocket, as if this night wasn’t bad enough. “What?” I bark out once I bring it up to my ear.

  “We have a problem.” Phillip says in my ear.

  “And this problem requires my immediate attention?” I ask just to be an ass.

  I’m in a bad mood. I know Phillip would never call if he didn’t need to.

  “I’m afraid so, brother.” And then the bastard hangs up on me.

  Perfect. Just what I fucking need.

  I signal for Jamal to follow me as I make my way to the door. I send off a quick text to a few people and they better pray they’re where they’re supposed to be tonight.

  ____________

  “What the hell happened here?” The smell of gasoline, ash, and something else permeates the air surrounding one of our smaller warehouses.

  “Damn English bastard is what happened.” Phillip replies. He does a double take when I stop next to him. “I didn’t believe Oscar when he said you sprayed your hair.”

  “Shut up. Tell me what happened here. You’re saying the Carrs had something to do with this? How did they even find out about this place?”

  “Someone on their side is either very smart, or someone on ours is very stupid.”

  “Probably a little of both. What’d we lose?”

  “Four men, sixteen pounds of coke, a container of guns, and a building.”

  “Son of a bitch.” I curse. “You know whose ass is going to be on the line for this, don’t you?”

  “Can’t say I’m envious of you.”

  I bet he can’t. If it weren’t for me Phillip would be first born. Hell, our two other brothers, and some of our men think he should be. Right now isn’t the time to get into the legitimacy of my birth, however.

  “Besides the fire, do you know what happened?”

  “Few casings so someone shot. Few dents in the pavement so a few fought hand to hand and got their ass slammed. Other than that, no. Looks like an ambush.

  Be glad you weren’t early for your meeting.”

  “If I was maybe it would be those assholes counting their dead, not us.”

  “Or Lucius would be out an heir.”

  I level him with a cool look.

  One would think there would be a rivalry between the two of us. After all I’m only two days older than my brother, but that would mean Phillip wanted the title of heir. I know he doesn’t.

  “There’s nothing more we can do here. He’s going to be pissed either way. Lost money is lost money.” I say.

  “You’re right. I promised Sheila I would be home before daybreak.” Phillip nods to one of the men standing a few feet away. “Clean this up; torch everything that needs to be torched. Spread the word that this place is now a ground zero.”

  Phillip and I walk back to the car Jamal drove me in. We climb in the back and Jamal begins the journey to our father’s estate.

  Lucius Rochester is not a man to be fucked with. Even without his Supernatural status he would be a formidable person.

  Being the head of a large coven such as ours makes him even more of a dangerous prick.

  The manor is a few miles outside of New York City. It’s everything from home, to hospital, to headquarters for our family.

  My brothers and their families live in one wing, my father, his wife, and my mother in another. I’m the lucky asshole who gets an entire wing to myself. Sometimes being first born has its perks.

  “He’s waiting for you,” Angelica, one of my father’s many “assistants” says once we step into the manor.

  “Well, he’s just going to have to wait longer. I need a shower, a fuck, and a feeding, in that order. Send Nikki to my room.”

  Leaving everyone behind in the massive foyer I climb the spiraling staircase. Blocking out anyone who attempts to communicate with me I continue on my quest to get to the large glass shower in my bedroom.

  The black takes a few washes to be eliminated from my hair and even now I can’t tell but I think there might be a few lingering strands of dark in my normally yellow-y colored hair.

  With just a towel wrapped around my waist I step out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. There, standing at the foot of my bed just as requested is my favorite slave and whore.

  “Strip and turn around.” I order, not in the mood for games.

  Luckily this one is used to my gruffness and does as I say. The skimpy black lingerie she was wearing falls to the floor at her feet. She turns so she’s facing my bed. Her long black hair isn’t as thick or as wavy as I want, but it will do.

  Dropping the towel I make my way across the room, each step has a purpose.

  Sweeping her hair out of the way I lean down and whisper in her ear. “I hope you’re ready for something hot, quick, and dirty. That’s the only warning you’re going to get.”

  With a hand between her shoulder blades I press her upper body to the mattress. Her small round ass is there for me to take, but I’m not here for that, not tonight.

  With one finger I swipe through her wetness, so pleased that just the thought of my cock gets her wet. I am not a man who has time to prepare the woman I sink into.

  Knowing all the whores under my father’s protection have to be on contraceptive I don’t bother stopping. The thought, however, does give me pause.

  I would have gladly fucked Ava tonight without a rubber. I’m almost glad we got interrupted.

  Almost, not quite because I still have fucking blue balls thinking about her.

  But the last thing I need is a fucking bastard. Being one myself, I know they’re not fun to have around.

  Without giving any more thoughts to that I thrust hard into the whore in front of me. Imagining it’s the sweet hot channel I was so close to claiming earlier.

  Nikki cries out. I might be rougher than usual.

  With a firm grip on her hip I tunnel in and out of her. Such a satisfying feeling. Being able to thrust in and out of a tight place. My cock encased in warm hot heat.

  With my free hand I pull her up by her hair.

  I give her no warning before I sink my fangs into her neck.

  I can taste my youngest brother on her skin. Normally that would bother me, not tonight.

  As her hot blood fills my mouth and my cock fills her warm pussy I groan.

  My nails dig into her hip. She’s going to bruise, that just gets me hotter.

  Digging deeper into her neck I drink my fill, feeling her weaken in my arms.

  Ripping myself free of her neck I let her upper body slump to the bed.

  With renewed effort I grab both of her hips and slam into her again and again and again.

  One hand moves to her clit and it’s not long before she screams out her release.

  As her tight snatch squeezes my cock I let my orgasm rush through me.

  As shaken as I am by the force of my come, I don’t linger. I need another shower and she needs to get the fuck out.

  Without a word I turn back to the bathroom, k
nowing she’ll be gone by the time I finish.

  As satisfying as that was, it wasn’t what I needed. There’s a reason I didn’t look into those plain brown eyes. They weren’t sparkling amber.

  Her hair isn’t nearly long enough.

  And her skin doesn’t glow bright and healthy.

  I need to get a hold of my thoughts. If my brothers discover I’m hooked on some woman I haven’t even fucked I’ll never hear the end of it, and I hear it’s bad form to kill your siblings.

  Scrubbing the whore from my skin I try to scrub the mystery Ava from my mind.

  Ava

  “Good evening, Miss. Carr, your father would like to speak with you.”

  The voice of my father’s right hand man, Ivan, causes every muscle in my body to tighten in disgust.

  Beside me Kylie swears under her breath.

  Fuck, we both know we’re in trouble now.

  Summoning my outer facade of coolness I turn to face him across the hall. We’d been so damn close to getting back to my rooms without detection; I should have known it wouldn’t be the case.

  The big Russian is leaning against the door frame of the doorway leading into another part of the mausoleum of a mansion. A look of satisfaction is etched on his smug face. Arms folded across his chest his muscles and tattoos are on display. I can tell he’s been out doing my father’s bidding tonight by the dried blood coating his clothes and skin. Animals like him don’t hide what they are. No, they take sick enjoyment out of it. Dubbed the Butcher I know his nickname is not just for show.

  “Fine where is he?” I don’t try to make an excuse. They never work.

  “He’s in the Library with some...guests.”

  Great he’s bought his work home with him, that’s all I need.

  “Go to bed, I’ll see you tomorrow night.” I tell Kylie, knowing it’s better if I go alone. Being the only heir to the coven, female or not, I know I’m safer than her. Daddy has a temper. One that isn’t healthy for those around him, especially if they want to keep breathing. My mother found that out that hard way. I won’t risk my friend. Not against the monster who is my own flesh and blood.

  Without a word Kylie pads away.

  “Well?” Expectantly I look at Ivan.

  Dragging his gaze from my tight revealing dress he runs his thumb along his bottom lip. The lust is clear. Since I was a teenager I have known that this beast wants me. Feeding that thought is something I avoid. I’ve seen what he does to his blood donors. Know the heavy price the whores pay when they catch his eye.

  Shouldering off the door he leads the way back into the heart of the building.

  Michael’s cologne still lingers on my skin. All through the drive home I hadn’t been able to shake him from my thoughts. If we hadn’t been interrupted I am more than sure we’d still be locked in a carnal coupling. A pang of longing works its way through my chest. Why can’t I be free to just enjoy myself?

  Before we even reach the room I can hear the female voices moaning in ecstasy. The scent of alcohol hits my nose that and the intoxicating smell of fresh blood.

  Ivan motions me in silently with a nod of his head. Pinning him with a glare I know he only wants me to precede him so he can check out my arse.

  The library is a familiar place. One filled with devastating memories. There’s a reason I’ve avoided it since my mother was taken.

  Stalking inside I find my father sitting in his favorite chair with a whore’s head nestled in his lap. From the way she’s writhing I know she is in the process of giving him the best blow job of her life. Hand wrapped in her hair he’s riding her face.

  “Ava.”

  He doesn’t even bother to look up as he addresses me.

  “You wanted to see me?” It’s hard to keep the bitterness from my tone. Glancing round I take in the whole spectacle. Whores are spaced out around the room servicing his favorite minions. Most are feeding as they fuck. These girls aren’t the typical slaves he keeps in the household. No, these are from the streets. I know they will be bled dry tonight and their bodies bumped somewhere else in the city. It can only mean they’re celebrating.

  With a deep grunt of pleasure I watch my father finish up in the female’s mouth. As she raises her head eyes glazed with satisfaction he flashes her a pleased smile. After years of observing him I can see the coldness that lingers behind said smile. This bitch might have just won a place in his bed, but it won’t be for long.

  “You’ve been out.”

  His comment momentarily throws me.

  “I...went to a couple of clubs.” I lie. An image of Michael flashes abruptly into my head and I wonder what he’s up to right now.

  Finally he looks at me. Jonathan Carr, self proclaimed king of New York. His eyes are shrewd and assessing. The mind behind the enigmatic features of the man who holds half this state in his grip is no fool.

  “I hope Kylie has been watching over you as she is paid to do.”

  “She always does.”

  “It would be a pity if I were forced to remove her.”

  Panic tries to rise but I swallow it down. This is a game. One he likes to throw at me now and then. I have no doubt in my mind that he would go through with the threat if I really fucked him off. If he knows we’ve been to a party he doesn’t let that knowledge show.

  “And who would watch me instead? Ivan?”

  “No, not Ivan.” A chuckle escapes his lips. “I have a feeling you’d cut off his balls if he ever tried anything.”

  Yes, I fucking would.

  “I’ve been thinking lately of alliances.” He continues his voice now becoming brisk.

  Why do I have a feeling this does not bode well for me?

  “And this involves me how?”

  “The Rochesters are arrogant pricks who think they can do what the fuck they like. I want them gone. Wiping out their ventures is taking time and money. What I truly want is to have them all gone now.”

  Raising my eyebrow I watch the whore on the floor crawl to his left. Sitting in the same position for so long has to be giving her pins and needles. As our gazes connect I let my lips stretch in an unpleasant smile. No matter what my father thinks I know whores are not dumb or blind. He’s usually more careful than this. So why is he getting sloppy?

  “If you’re that worried about them why don’t you just attack?”

  Business is something I am never included in, so why he is doing it now strikes me as odd. I know though when he has a problem it doesn’t last long.

  “Only an idiot would claim open war on his enemies in the public eye. Do you know how many covens would come to their aid? No, this needs to be done quickly before anyone realizes what’s happening.”

  The thought of annihilating other vampires leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I know my father’s business is carved in a path of blood of those who have opposed him, but it’s something that had never bothered me before. Shifting uncomfortable in my heels I know that is a lie. I’ve just never let myself think about it.

  “That’s why I have decided to mate you off to align myself with someone who can do what I need.”

  Blinking I snap out of my thoughts. Mate me off? Too stunned to speak I stare back at him? The fucker wouldn’t dare.

  “But I’m your heir.” I protest, trying not to lose my shit.

  “You really think I would let a female take over my position if I should ever die?” Stuffing his flaccid cock back into his pants he zips himself up. “You will provide me with grandsons and they will continue my line.”

  Why I am surprised he is doing this to me I don’t know. From the age of six when my mother tried to leave and he had her executed in front of me I should have realised I am just another pawn.

  “I am not some bloody broodmare you can sell.” My temper is slipping. Curling my hands into fists I know I have to calm down. He may not have me killed, but insolence won’t go unpunished.

  “You’re my daughter. My blood. I can do whatever the hell I like.”

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nbsp; Right at this second I want to kill the bastard. Attention darting to the sharp metal letter open on his desk I battle with the urge to snatch it.

  “Do it,” he mutters. “Come on Ava show me that temper you keep hidden.”

  Every pair of eyes in the room is suddenly upon us. The hush is almost deafening to my own ears.

  I want to. Fuck, I have been living under his control for so fucking long. That spark of defiance inside me grows. Lunging for the weapon I don’t see the fist coming. Pain explodes across my cheekbone making me see stars before they fade into darkness.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Damien

  MY FATHER’S OFFICE IS ON THE OTHER side of the house from mine. I send an order out to have my brothers meet me there once I’m finished with this.

  The large round room is decorated in dark wood and lined with bookshelves filled to bursting. I’m not dumb enough to think Lucius actually read any of them; they’re more for show than anything. Some volumes have been in our family for centuries.

  My father sits behind his large desk, his silver eyes meet mine. The only trait I inherited from him. The only marker of being Rochester born. Those damn silver eyes.

  My father’s wife, the mother of my three brothers stands to the right of him. My mother, his prized whore, stands to the left.

  Her bright blonde hair flows down to her waist. She looks as fresh as she was when she was turned at nineteen.

  Another thing to hate me for. I’m the product of a turned vampire whore.

  “Damien,” Lucius says.

  “Yes?”

  “Please explain to me how we lost a good distributing house this evening?”

  “I wish I could, Sir. You are the one who ordered me to show up at the Senator’s party, are you not? I was where I was told.

  I had a meeting with the warehouse director; maybe if we had met earlier none of this would have happened.”

  His large fist bangs on the desk.

  “Don’t use that tone with me, boy.” He barks. “You have one job. Keep those fucking English bastards from getting into our business. You can’t even do that right. Some question why I keep you on as my heir. Don’t make me question it as well.”