Deadly Desire

Chapter Six- Mom Finds Out

Rachel pov:

As I leave the club, the cool nighttime breeze feels wonderful on my face. I walk towards my car in the parking lot. The parking lot is toward the back of the club. However, getting a parking spot is always a hassle because the club is always packed. Sandy did a number on me.

I might need to beg Mom for a few days off. I dread the thought of asking Mom for time off; the tension in the air is palpable. A fight is almost certainly going to happen. When I went to my car, I put my stuff in the back and sat in the driver's seat. I drive a blue VW Polo Vivo. The club is located in a bustling location with a few other bars and fast-food businesses nearby. Making it safe to travel alone. As I drive home, I reflect on my talk with Mr. Voss.

I couldn't believe the rubbish he was saying! He claims to be the vampire prince. Then I say that I'm a carrier and that werewolves will kill me if they find me. I can't believe a hot, powerful man like him is delusional. Everything he stated seems impossible, as if he reads too many fantasy novels. I leave the crowded streets and head toward my area.

The streets are vacant, and the area is peaceful after two a.m. I grab my bag and quietly close the car door. I close the garage door and walk up the cobblestones to the front of the home. Walking carefully up to the porch, I discreetly open the front door and enter.

The house is quiet, with no lights on. It appears that everyone is sleeping. Good Mom didn't discover I sneaked out earlier. I slowly make my way up the stairs, trying not to make a sound. When I go to my room, I slip inside. I heaved a sigh of relief that I hadn't run into anyone or anything. I gently strip, put on my PJs, and climb into bed. I don't have work tomorrow morning, so I can enjoy sleeping in.

Dante pov:

I watch as she storms out of my office. Her expression was one of evident disbelief. I know she must think I'm insane because the monsters of the night are kept hidden from the human world. Most people believe the underworld is solely populated by human criminals, unaware of the supernatural beings hidden within. Gangs, drug traffickers, and the black market are all usual fare.

However, there is more to the underworld than humans are aware of. It includes vampires, werewolves, and the occasional witch. My clan, the Shadow Hordes, known for their ruthless power and strategic dominance, reigns as the largest on the planet. My father, Javier, is the king of vampires. I look just like him, with gold eyes and white hair that he keeps short. He is likewise tall and powerful, with a commanding presence.

My mother, Isabella, was a carrier, and after giving birth to me, my father transformed her. She has long blond hair and purple eyes, which were formerly blue. She is a head shorter than my father and slimmer. She is a lovely spirit, the polar opposite of my father. I pick up my smartphone and dial Clark's number; he answers quickly.

"Yes, Your Highness," I told him to come to my office. Clark is my PA and a vampire. I saw him 400 years ago. Because he was sired by a royal vampire, he can wander outside in the sun. But not for too long, or he will burn to char. The sun does not hurt royal or noble vampires. Only vampires sired by the royal family will be able to move in the sun.

When normal vampires come into contact with the sun, they burn up. Royal vampires have golden eyes, whereas nobles have silver eyes. The vampire's sired eyes become red. When a carrier is sired into a vampire, his or her eyes turn purple. There is a knock on my door. "Your Highness, it's me." Clark has just arrived. "Come in," I invite him. He walks into my office and stops in front of my desk. I give him orders.

"Get her bodyguards. Wolves were caught here today. They refuse to speak. I'm not sure if they observed her, but they might have already notified others. I wish to protect her at all times." He responds by bowing slightly and placing his hand on his chest. "On it, your Highness will make arrangements immediately." He turns and leaves my office. I need this carrier at all costs, and I will go to any length to get it. Having an heir will immediately qualify me to become king.

Rachel pov:

The next morning, I groan as I attempt to roll over. My head is hurting like crazy, and my body hurts. I haven't gone all-out in a battle in a long time. The last girl to give me such hell was when I was just getting started with underground combat. Unfortunately, I lost the struggle. I turn over, reach into my bedside drawer, and take the bottle of painkillers.

Next, I apply pain relief ointment to my ribcage and lower belly. I wrapped myself in a bandage. I gently get up and go to the bathroom. I clean my teeth and wash my face. I bring out the disinfectant from the bathroom cupboard and clean the wound on the side of my head. I put on a plaster and go back to bed; it's just nine a.m., so I'm going to sleep some more. Mom is going to freak.

I normally attempt to protect my face, so I didn't expect Sandy to hurl me against the cage. The money I received last night should pay some of our bills, allowing us to live more comfortably for a while. As long as Ryan doesn't require additional surgery. Closing my eyes, I quickly fell asleep again. Later, a knock on my door wakes me up. I open my eyes and squint, still feeling sleepy. "Who's there?" I call out.

The knocking ceases, followed by my mother's voice. "Rachel, honey, can I come in?" Shit! What is Mom doing at home? What time is it? Looking at the clock, I find I've slept till three p.m. Why is she home so early? I am in a panic. I can't hide my face. I slowly push myself to sit up in bed. "Yeah, Mom, you can come on in." She enters my room, smiling until she lays eyes on me.

Her face was distorted with wrath. Her eyes became a darker shade of green. She is very angry right now. Her voice trembles when she addresses me. "Did you go fight again?!" She approaches me, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at me. I clear my throat before responding. "Yes, mom." There's no point in lying when the proof is all over my face.