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Authors: Lynn Hagen
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head as he grabbed Rainerio’s arm. He looked down at the vampire’s fingers with a raised brow.
“Whatever. Look, he was at the coffee shop sitting there depressed as hell. He was talking about going back to the human realm and relocating so he could put all of this behind him.”
Rainerio yanked his arm away and headed for the side of the building. He had to stop Dillon from disappearing from his life. The sexy little bugger wasn’t going to get away from him. “How long ago?” he shouted at Peter from over his shoulder.
“He’s not there.”
Rainerio came to a halt, spinning on the vampire. “I don’t have time for these fucking games. Tell me where he is.”
Peter pointed to the end of the building. “I followed him, wanting to talk some sense into him. I lost him for a minute, but when I caught up with him, some guy was carrying Dillon over his shoulder…and Dillon was unconscious.”
Rainerio roared as he spun around and repeatedly punched the dumpster that was sitting to his right. He felt his control slipping.
“Tell me you know where Dillon is,” he growled between clenched teeth.
“I do. I followed them so I could get help.”
Rainerio’s head snapped to the side, glaring at the vampire.
Peter’s quick thinking was the one thing that just saved his scrawny ass.
“Then take me to him.”
“Don’t you think we should get some backup? Just in case we stumble onto a bigger problem.” Peter shrugged as he took a step back. “It couldn’t hurt. You never know.”
Rainerio knew Peter was talking sense. His mind wasn’t in the right frame right now. He was fighting to maintain control.
Rainerio grabbed his cell, punching in Panahasi’s number. He glanced at Peter, watching him closely. If this vampire had anything to do with Dillon’s kidnapping, he was going to kill his sorry ass.
“I need help. Dillon has been kidnapped.”
Chapter Five
Dillon struggled against the restraints on his arms and legs. He could feel panic set in as the goon who kept stating that he was human laughed at him from across the room. “You can’t get out of that, but it is fun to watch you struggle.”
A fearful tremor crashed over his body, but Dillon wasn’t going to give the man the satisfaction of knowing how terrified he truly was. It seemed to give him too much pleasure. “I may not have a medical license, but I’d be willing to give you a free autopsy, asswipe.”
The man roared with laughter as he shook his head, his hands landing on his hips. “I think you are going to be the one who gets the free prize.”
That didn’t go so well. Dillon’s fear spiked to new levels when another person came into the room. The man looked menacing and smug. “I see we have another donor.” The newcomer walked across the room and started rifling through the cabinets before setting a very large needle down on the counter.
“You’re not sticking that damn thing in me,” Dillon shouted as he struggled against his restraints. He spat toward the man holding the one thing Dillon feared the most. God, he hated needles. Any time he had to get a shot, the doctor had to knock him out first with nitrous oxide gas. This guy had no clue just how much Dillon hated them.
He’d rather be tossed into a pit with a thousand snakes than allow this fucker to stick him.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you said I’m not gonna do what now? I’m going to do more than stick you, human.” The man curled his lip as he stepped closer to Dillon. “I’m going to drain you.”
“No!” Dillon shouted as he thrashed his body around, trying his best to break free. The needle looked twenty feet long in Dillon’s eyes. He shouted as the leather straps cut into his wrists and ankles, but he wasn’t giving up.
“You see, I’ve found that humans have something in their DNA that binds with my new drug. It enhances it and makes it more potent. The problem is, I need a lot of it.”
“You sorry sack of shit. If you stick me with that
“Whatever. Look, he was at the coffee shop sitting there depressed as hell. He was talking about going back to the human realm and relocating so he could put all of this behind him.”
Rainerio yanked his arm away and headed for the side of the building. He had to stop Dillon from disappearing from his life. The sexy little bugger wasn’t going to get away from him. “How long ago?” he shouted at Peter from over his shoulder.
“He’s not there.”
Rainerio came to a halt, spinning on the vampire. “I don’t have time for these fucking games. Tell me where he is.”
Peter pointed to the end of the building. “I followed him, wanting to talk some sense into him. I lost him for a minute, but when I caught up with him, some guy was carrying Dillon over his shoulder…and Dillon was unconscious.”
Rainerio roared as he spun around and repeatedly punched the dumpster that was sitting to his right. He felt his control slipping.
“Tell me you know where Dillon is,” he growled between clenched teeth.
“I do. I followed them so I could get help.”
Rainerio’s head snapped to the side, glaring at the vampire.
Peter’s quick thinking was the one thing that just saved his scrawny ass.
“Then take me to him.”
“Don’t you think we should get some backup? Just in case we stumble onto a bigger problem.” Peter shrugged as he took a step back. “It couldn’t hurt. You never know.”
Rainerio knew Peter was talking sense. His mind wasn’t in the right frame right now. He was fighting to maintain control.
Rainerio grabbed his cell, punching in Panahasi’s number. He glanced at Peter, watching him closely. If this vampire had anything to do with Dillon’s kidnapping, he was going to kill his sorry ass.
“I need help. Dillon has been kidnapped.”
Chapter Five
Dillon struggled against the restraints on his arms and legs. He could feel panic set in as the goon who kept stating that he was human laughed at him from across the room. “You can’t get out of that, but it is fun to watch you struggle.”
A fearful tremor crashed over his body, but Dillon wasn’t going to give the man the satisfaction of knowing how terrified he truly was. It seemed to give him too much pleasure. “I may not have a medical license, but I’d be willing to give you a free autopsy, asswipe.”
The man roared with laughter as he shook his head, his hands landing on his hips. “I think you are going to be the one who gets the free prize.”
That didn’t go so well. Dillon’s fear spiked to new levels when another person came into the room. The man looked menacing and smug. “I see we have another donor.” The newcomer walked across the room and started rifling through the cabinets before setting a very large needle down on the counter.
“You’re not sticking that damn thing in me,” Dillon shouted as he struggled against his restraints. He spat toward the man holding the one thing Dillon feared the most. God, he hated needles. Any time he had to get a shot, the doctor had to knock him out first with nitrous oxide gas. This guy had no clue just how much Dillon hated them.
He’d rather be tossed into a pit with a thousand snakes than allow this fucker to stick him.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you said I’m not gonna do what now? I’m going to do more than stick you, human.” The man curled his lip as he stepped closer to Dillon. “I’m going to drain you.”
“No!” Dillon shouted as he thrashed his body around, trying his best to break free. The needle looked twenty feet long in Dillon’s eyes. He shouted as the leather straps cut into his wrists and ankles, but he wasn’t giving up.
“You see, I’ve found that humans have something in their DNA that binds with my new drug. It enhances it and makes it more potent. The problem is, I need a lot of it.”
“You sorry sack of shit. If you stick me with that
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