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was dealing with humans again. Before cobalt, the drecks' cash cows had been cocaine and heroin. Talk about fucking boring work. And a waste of energy. Cocaine and heroin were human recreational drugs. The shit did nothing to vampires. But since his brothers, Bishop and Deacon, had formulated cobalt, made from dreck blood and dreck venom, they had a new weapon against their enemy. Not that it was much of a weapon, but anything that weakened the vampire race was a good thing. And cobalt did that, if only on a small scale. Vampires had begun to overdose on the stuff, and overdosing was good, because overdoses killed. If the drecks couldn't kill the vamps outright without violating the truce, then at least they could wipe them out chemically and claim it was their own fault, which kept the drecks' hands relatively clean.
But while the drugs continued to flow, the money had to do likewise. Bishop's operation didn't fund itself. So every now and again, Apostle had to play the heavy and send a message to his dealers not to get too greedy.
He only hoped Ovid and Regis took the hint. If they didn't, and he showed up next week and they didn't have the cash…? Well, put it this way, the race would be less two drecks. He would get his hundred Gs, even if it meant taking their lives and selling their assets for it.
Chapter 5
December 15
A week after learning Josie was pregnant, Tristan still felt like he was in a dream, even though the doctor had confirmed yesterday that, yes, she was with child. What more evidence could he want? Josie was going to have his baby. They were going to be parents.
He was still grinning when his phone beeped a moment later.
"Yes?" he said.
"Your interview is here," the AKM receptionist said. "Severin Bannon."
Severin's file sat on Tristan's desk. The male looked impressive on paper. He was a former member of Vampire Dreck Affairs out of Atlanta and had an impressive resume of human combat experience that would have filled a human soldier's uniform with enough ribbons to make a small table.
"Go ahead and bring him back." He had already mini-interviewed Severin on the phone, so the face-to-face was simply a formality, but a necessary one before adding him to the team.
A minute later, a knock came on his door, and he glanced up as the receptionist waved the broad-shouldered, long-haired male into his office.
"Severin? Pleasure to finally meet you." Tristan stood and extended his hand over his desk.
Sev locked him into a firm handshake. "Likewise, sir."
"Please, call me Tristan. We keep things pretty informal around here."
"Of course, and you can call me Sev."
Sev was a big fucker with friendly, if not a tad guarded, blue eyes that quickly scanned the room as if he was used to analyzing his surroundings. Probably a habit from his days as a member of the special forces in the human military. Wide in the shoulders with thick, heavily muscled arms and a long torso, Sev looked like he could lift a dump truck without breaking a sweat. Obviously, he could deliver the physical goods his resume promised. And, damn! Tristan knew males and females alike who would kill for that head of long, blond hair that looked like something out of a Clairol commercial. Severin was sure to turn more than a few heads in Chicago.
"How was the drive up from Atlanta?" Tristan said as he gestured toward one of the chairs.
Sev took a seat. "Long."
"Did you drive straight through?" Sev's paperwork indicated he was a mixed-blood, which meant he was a day walker and could function in the daylight without cooking himself like barbecue.
Sev nodded. "Yes. I was eager to get started."
Leaning back in his chair, Tristan laced his fingers in front of him. "Well, we're eager to get you started once you're settled. Do you have a place, yet?"
"I'm closing on a house tomorrow."
Tristan nodded. "Sounds like you're well ahead of the game then."
"Yes, sir—sorry. Tristan."
He was going to like Severin. The guy was
But while the drugs continued to flow, the money had to do likewise. Bishop's operation didn't fund itself. So every now and again, Apostle had to play the heavy and send a message to his dealers not to get too greedy.
He only hoped Ovid and Regis took the hint. If they didn't, and he showed up next week and they didn't have the cash…? Well, put it this way, the race would be less two drecks. He would get his hundred Gs, even if it meant taking their lives and selling their assets for it.
Chapter 5
December 15
A week after learning Josie was pregnant, Tristan still felt like he was in a dream, even though the doctor had confirmed yesterday that, yes, she was with child. What more evidence could he want? Josie was going to have his baby. They were going to be parents.
He was still grinning when his phone beeped a moment later.
"Yes?" he said.
"Your interview is here," the AKM receptionist said. "Severin Bannon."
Severin's file sat on Tristan's desk. The male looked impressive on paper. He was a former member of Vampire Dreck Affairs out of Atlanta and had an impressive resume of human combat experience that would have filled a human soldier's uniform with enough ribbons to make a small table.
"Go ahead and bring him back." He had already mini-interviewed Severin on the phone, so the face-to-face was simply a formality, but a necessary one before adding him to the team.
A minute later, a knock came on his door, and he glanced up as the receptionist waved the broad-shouldered, long-haired male into his office.
"Severin? Pleasure to finally meet you." Tristan stood and extended his hand over his desk.
Sev locked him into a firm handshake. "Likewise, sir."
"Please, call me Tristan. We keep things pretty informal around here."
"Of course, and you can call me Sev."
Sev was a big fucker with friendly, if not a tad guarded, blue eyes that quickly scanned the room as if he was used to analyzing his surroundings. Probably a habit from his days as a member of the special forces in the human military. Wide in the shoulders with thick, heavily muscled arms and a long torso, Sev looked like he could lift a dump truck without breaking a sweat. Obviously, he could deliver the physical goods his resume promised. And, damn! Tristan knew males and females alike who would kill for that head of long, blond hair that looked like something out of a Clairol commercial. Severin was sure to turn more than a few heads in Chicago.
"How was the drive up from Atlanta?" Tristan said as he gestured toward one of the chairs.
Sev took a seat. "Long."
"Did you drive straight through?" Sev's paperwork indicated he was a mixed-blood, which meant he was a day walker and could function in the daylight without cooking himself like barbecue.
Sev nodded. "Yes. I was eager to get started."
Leaning back in his chair, Tristan laced his fingers in front of him. "Well, we're eager to get you started once you're settled. Do you have a place, yet?"
"I'm closing on a house tomorrow."
Tristan nodded. "Sounds like you're well ahead of the game then."
"Yes, sir—sorry. Tristan."
He was going to like Severin. The guy was
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