CREAM (On the Hunt)

CREAM (On the Hunt) by Zenobia Renquist

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Authors: Zenobia Renquist
Tags: Erótica
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followed them.
    Teaghan didn’t know what was happening. After this, he planned to find out. He glanced over his shoulder at Jeliyah.
    She said from her mind to his, I know. We’re moving hotels again.
    Not just hotels. We’re getting the fuck out of town. I’m putting some distance between us and them so we can figure this shit out.
    Sounds like a plan.
    Teaghan would have to break the bad news to Lee about not being able to do the rest of the week. He planned to say a hunt came up. Lee wouldn’t whine as much with that excuse.
    The rest of the night passed with no more than the normal level of club excitement. The enforcers didn’t return but Teaghan wasn’t stupid enough to think they had left. At the end of the night, he offered the bogus hunt excuse to Lee before hustling Jeliyah out of the club and to the car. He’d pulled his earplugs the second the music stopped so he could hear anything and everything. No way was he repeating last night and letting some asshole get the drop on him.
    Jeliyah’s nervous fear filled his thoughts though she tried to put up a brave façade. She relaxed once they were in the car and on the highway headed back to the hotel. She asked, “What’s going on?”
    “I’m finding out now.” Teaghan pulled his phone, hit the speed dial for Fredrick and then laid the phone on the dash. The ringing filtered through the car speakers.
    “Hello, Teaghan. I thought you might be calling me soon.”
    Teaghan snapped, “What the hell is this, Fredrick? I’ve got three enforcers sniffing after my ass.”
    Fredrick laughed. “You’re not as sharp as I thought if you only managed to spot three, Teaghan.”
    He gritted his teeth. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear. He glanced in the rearview mirror. The highway was the perfect place for a tail to hide. There was no way to spot a car following when they were all going in the same direction. Teaghan took the next exit, deciding to use the city roads instead.
    He said, “Why are you after me, Fredrick?”
    “I couldn’t care less about you. I’m following orders. The one giving the orders was more than a little put out when you killed that rogue.”
    Teaghan and Jeliyah exchanged a glance.
    Fredrick said, “I made sure Hirsch chose someone who would pique your interest enough to blow off the hunt in favor of getting in her pants. I underestimated your greed.”
    “Tell me this isn’t some fucked-up revenge because Dipshit and Dumbass didn’t get to take out the rogue.”
    “No, this is punishment for killing a rogue who shouldn’t have been touched. Didios and Dumas already paid the price for their failure to keep him alive long enough to make a very important meeting. Thank you for that, by the way. However, now it’s your turn.”
    Teaghan knew it. A coup was about to happen. He didn’t know the players and didn’t care. So long as the bills got paid, the person in power didn’t matter. From one leader to the next, nothing ever changed.
    He said, “Fine. You want me. I get that. Leave the necromancer out of it. No one would miss me but take her out and you’ll have the higher-ups gunning for you and your boss.”
    “You’re right, the higher-ups would be quite upset if we killed the necromancer, and that wasn’t my intention. The others wanted to have some fun with her before handing her over but that was all.”
    Jeliyah gripped the door handle and her eyes widened.
    Teaghan said, “The higher-ups won’t overlook you molesting one of their own.”
    “That’s where you’re wrong. They’ve given us permission to do with her as we please so long we return her to them intact.”
    Jeliyah yelled, “They would never do that.”
    Fredrick chuckled. “Well, hello, Jeliyah. Ephraim tells me you smell of vampire seed and blood. Recent seed. Old blood. I had thought you would hold out against Teaghan much longer given your initial reaction to him. Either I overestimated you or underestimated him.” He made the vocal

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