A Hunger to Share ( Book Two )

chapter 21

Gaspard Ulliel as Mathias. Rest in peace.

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James

"Where's your boss, slut?"

James placed the drink in front of a custamor and looked up to see a tall man leaning on the counter. He was handsome with long brown hair, a easy smirk, and French accent. His eyes unsettled James.

"Ask me nicely, and I might tell you." James stared back unflinching.

"You've got quiet the mouth on you little hunter. I bet your boss loves it when you wrap it around his cock." He licked his lips and leaned closer.

James took a step back, alarmed. "Who are you?"

His smirk sharpened. "An old friend of your boss. Now be a good boy, and tell me where he is. We have a lot of catching up to do."

"I don't know."

"Don't lie to me little shit." He said in a cold voice. "tell me where Artyom is, or I'll make you spit it out while you're choking on your blood."

"I told you I don't know, now leave before I have you kicked out."

Why would Artyom know someone like him? This asshole didn't seem like his type.

The stranger laughed, dark eyes burning with hatred. "Such a brave little hunter you are Jamie boy. Artyom always did love a fiesty power bottom."

James started wiping the counter rather aggressively, his left hand reached for his bag under the counter, fingers feeling around for his gun. "Leave, or I'll make you. Last warning."

He grabed James's wrist. "Whatever you're hiding down there, you better not draw it out and cause a scene. You don't want to get fired. you're cute, but Artyom wouldn't forgive you for wrecking his precious club. He has limits."

"He would thank me for ridding his club, and the world from the likes of you." James tried to wrench his wrist out of his hold, but the stranger's grip was too strong.

"Keep talking to me like that, and I'll make you regret it." He flashed his fangs in James's face, his grip tightening.

"I'll talk to you however the hell I wa..." James felt a sharp, hot pain surging through his right arm, setting his veins on fire. He hissed in pain. "let me go you son of a bitch."

"Ask me nicely, and maybe I will." The man sneered in his face, tightening his hold on James's wrist to the point he was sure it would break.

"Not in a milion years." James spat in his face.

"You're pretty fiesty, but I can break you. I can break anyone. It's what I'm good at." His tongue flicked out, licking at James's lips.

James made a face. "You're disgusting." His fingers tightened around the gun, itching to shoot him. But he wasn't sure if the man deserved to die. Sure he was an asshole, but It might upset Artyom.

"Oh you have no idea." He laughed, drawing James closer, ribs digging into the counter painfully. "You smell so good. I'm dying to take a bite out of you..."

James raised his gun, and pointed it at his chest. "Let go of me, or I'll shoot. I don't care if it'll cause a fucking scene. I'll kill you dead."

He wasn't going to be another vampire's midnight snack. His colleagues were too preoccupied with their customers to notice them.

The man laughed again. "You've got balls. I like that. It makes breaking you more enjoyable."

"I said let go."