Hunted By The Barbaric Vampire King

|9| ~Girl, You Need To Calm The F Down~

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Biggs POV.

You owe me one, Chica!" says no one other than my best bish. Her voice breaks through the roaring in my ears.

She somehow managed to pull me away as the bomb went off and to safety. We're now on the other side of the beach, far away from the fight alongside the rest of my gang members and I think it's safe that we all look like the living dead, especially me. I didn't even get to partake in the action because I was almost blown to pieces twice. Literally.

Crap! My body is in so much pain but it's nothing that I can't handle.

I'm laying down on the cool bed of sand, trying to get my life together while taking in my gang members.

The duo doesn't look that bad but they still look terrible. Shirtless Hoax is sitting on top of a driftwood stump with Harley attempting to disinfect his gunshot wound. Speaking of Harley, Malibu the tatted beach blonde Barbie looks like a Malibu Mess.

Her usually perfect beach blonde hair is stained crimson and I can see the bloody claw marks over the top of her super perky breast. Yup, she looks a hot mess! My eyes move past her and land on Chase. She doesn't look too bad just a bullet graze, or two on the inside of her upper arm, but other than that she appears to be cool.

Riley, on the other hand, appears to have gotten it the worst. He's a bloody mess, his chest, face, and legs are covered completely with deep gashes from Fanger's claws and I think he has been shot twice, once in the chest and once in his lower torso. Yikes!

I watch as Chase finds and removes pieces of any broken or shattered bones. Riley's jaw is clenched tight the entire time but as expected he doesn't utter a single sound.

He truly is trained to go.

Okay, cool! Everyone is safe a little beaten up but safe for sure and accounted for except.....

Amorata! Urgh! And the worst auntie award goes to me. She should have been the first person that I've accounted for. The Fuck.

What the fuck is wrong with me "Where the fuck is my niece," I growl out loud, gaining everyone's attention but before I could get up and go the heck off Amorata's sweet scent evades my nostrils.

"I'm right here, Tía," she says as she comes into view while carrying the girl that I'm one hundred percent certain that I shot. That familiar scent of a fruity floral blend of peach, watermelon, and jasmine once again invades my senses, and if that's not enough. I can see the exit wounds from the bullet of my best bish grace her delicately warm light brown skin.

Who is this girl? No better yet why is my niece carrying this girl? She knows better.

We don't do outsiders, especially outsiders that I've shot.

"Ahhh," the screams and cries out, which is a no, no. She's going to draw unwanted attention.

"Shut her the fuck up," snaps Hoax as Night rushes to my niece's side to help her with the stranger. As they draw closer, I lift up and finally take her in fully.

The first thing I realize about her is that she's a hunter bonded. That's the only thing that explains all of her colorful markings that are also oddly familiar and how's she even still alive in the first place. On top of that, she's way too pretty to be a mere human with her thick, bouncy, full brown hair that flows down her back and her big, bright, and lively hazel that is now centered on my own. She's gorgeous.

Briefly breaking eye contact, I take another second to study her marking. I know those marking like the back of my hand. This is exactly when I realize what hunter this girl is bonded to.