Shadowglass

(Simon Cruz)

Inside, Simon Cruz swallows the dregs of blood-tainted wine and thumps the glass on the bar, excitement still burning in his blood. The death of his gang rival, Angelo, still arcs his nerves, and his vampire senses flower wild with a thousand scents of blood and flesh and salty skin. He slams his fist on the bar, enjoying the twinge of pain. “Fuckin’ Parente scum. They got it coming. Now it’s time to crush ’em.”

Beside him, Martin Sweet chugs back a beer, scaly hands slipping on the bottle. Simon’s faeborn second is calm, unruffled as always. Doesn’t mean he’s not enjoying it. Christopher thrives on bloody war. It’s what he’s good at. “So you wanna do all three in one night?”

“Yeah. Sal’s two nephews and that bitch of a mother. Give ’em no time to fuckin’ text each other.” Simon orders another wine, his gaze lingering on the blond bargirl’s succulent vein-blue breast as she pours. Famine wets his mouth, stinging his fangs hot. She’s fresh. Virgin. No smell of other scum on her.

Jade, Jinxx’s gift girl, always stinks of other men. This one’s clean.
Fury and hungry desire flush his balls tight. Jade’s a filthy whore. Even fed Ange before he died. Next time Simon sees her, she’ll be sorry.

Martin scratches his flat yellow nose with a crusty claw. “Jinxx know about this?”

“No one knows. Not Jinxx, not Peter. I don’t want word getting out. We case it first. Then we bring Jeremy in.” Simon drinks deep, the wine a dark premonition of the girl’s virgin blood. His cock jerks hard, delicious and uncomfortable.

Martin sucks the lemon from his beer with a forked tongue and lifts his pointed chin toward the mirrored wall. “What about him?”
Simon glances, and spits on the floor. “Chris? That snake-ass freak? Forget about it.”
“He’s clever.” Clear inner eyelids flicker like a lizard’s. Martin disapproves.
Simon snarls, his mouth watering. “He’s a cringing dog. Just the kind of Parente boss I want. Christopher stays.”
Martin shrugs. “Whatever you say, mate.”

“Yeah.” Simon gulps his glass empty and flicks the girl a hundred, flashing sharp teeth. “Another one, Keep the change.”

She takes it, greedy eyes glazing. Done deal. She fills his glass, and too swift for her to see, he grabs her slender white wrist. She gasps, and wine drops splash his sleeve.

He leans closer, inhaling her unsullied perfume. Her pulse thumps sweetly in his palm. “What time you finish?”
She licks purple-painted lips, tempted. “Two thirty.”
"Make it now.”

Notes

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