Secret Vampire

Chapter 8

Luca Russo

Present Day

My father recently made an alliance with the head of the Spanish mafia ;both mafias have a deep resentment for the Russians. They took Hugo's daughter when she was only 5 and they killed my mother when I was only 3.

This alliance has landed me right outside their base,, ready to storm in and find the daughter, Eliza. Pretty name, I thought and then a million nicknames for her came in my head. Why am I thinking about nicknames for the girl? I don't even know her.

I'm brought back by Callum asking me for the go ahead. I gave the signal and the next thing I know, the door is broken down and we shoot guns into the air marking our arrival.

They didn't even have guards or good security, saying that, they did hide their base for 13 years so they did one thing right.

I reminded them that we're unfortunately not suppose to kill any of them, because right now, my father and Hugo are plotting a big revenge plan.

It would be so much easier for us to just kill as many as we can now but they wanted them to suffer and I love a little fun.

Suddenly, stepping out of the dark, a girl appears. Fuck, she's beautiful. Everything about her intrigues me and I can't take my eyes off of her.

She's tall but not as tall as me, creating the perfect height difference between the two of us. Shit, I'm folding already.

Her perfect face and her gorgeous brown hair, have me staring and my pants get tighter. Plump lips, a perfectly shaped nose and mesmerising chocolate-brown eyes decorate he face. Fuck.

"D-did m-my father send you?" Eliza. That's her. My god, what did they do to her? I can see her eyes watering and she looks scared out of her mind, but no visible bruises? Maybe they're hidden.

"Yes. Come with us." I say. I know it's a bit harsh but I can't get distracted whilst on the job, though she's making that pretty fucking difficult. Taking her arm with a firm grip but make sure I'm not hurting her, I lead us out to the cars.

Opening the passenger door to the black SUV, I help her in. "Thanks." She speaks. God her voice. "No problem." I reply, shutting the door and making my way to the driver's side.

We were alone in this car whilst everyone else got in the others. I thought that she wouldn't want to be overwhelmed by too many people. Since when did I care about other people?

"You okay?" I ask, genuinely worried about her and what she's gone through.

"Where are we going?" She ignores my questions and instead asks her own. She looks broken, such a pretty girl like her didn't deserve any of this.

"We're going to Spain. Back to your father." When I mention her father, I see her tense. I'd heard that her father wasn't the best dad and I relate to that.

My father is also a selfish bastard who cares more about his business than his own son. I didn't know much about her relationship with her father but I imagine it wasn't good.

"You don't want to see your father?" I ask her. I don't want to push any boundaries but I also want to help her. I can't imagine what torture she's gone through these past 13 years and I'm not going to force her back to her father if she doesn't want to go.