been something else. Originally, he thought
that she had recently been with another vampire, but that wasn’t it. She had had a
taste that he figured out the source. He wondered who the other man in the photograph
was. Dante had slid the pictures into his breast pocket. He decided to take them and
give them a more thorough examination later.
Now, as he wore a hole in his carpet trying to figure out what his next move should
be, he stared at the picture again. Who was that young man in the photograph? It had
been nagging him for weeks and he didn’t seem to be getting any closer to finding
out. The man seemed oddly familiar, although Dante was certain that he had never seen
him before. Dante felt in his gut this man was the key.
Dante was exhausted. He had not slept for three days straight, he couldn’t remember
when he had last eaten, and it was all slowly starting to take a toll on his senses.
God only knew when he had last had a woman; Diane obviously didn’t count. Perhaps
his brothers were right when they said it was time for him to take a sabbatical. Underground
business was consuming his every waking minute.
He had made a vow, but how could he go on like this? He was no good to the cause if
he wasn’t one-hundred-percent fit. Il Diavolo had been eluding him for many years, and he seemed no closer to finding him now than
when he had begun his quest.
Dante sank down into the nearest armchair and rubbed his temples. He couldn’t even
remember the last time he had actually laughed and enjoyed himself. It seemed ages
ago. He envied his brothers that they could go on with regular lives despite carrying
their own separate pain.
Having been responsible for his brothers from a very early age, he felt more like
a father at times than their eldest brother. Marco had only been an infant, and Romeo
and Nico had been ten and eight when they’d lost their parents. Dante had been relatively
young for a vampire himself at the time, only sixty-one. All four brothers had still
been vulnerable to any rogue who might prey on them. He had done all he could to protect
them, even things he wasn’t exactly proud of, but they had all made it this far.
Not wanting to be the overbearing older brother, he tried not to interfere in their
lives, although he kept close tabs on each of them. But lately, he could feel a great
turmoil from within his youngest bro ther. He loved Romeo and Nico , but he felt the strongest connection with Marco, who had fed on him during infancy,
creating a special bond between the two beyond what most brothers shared.
Since he was getting no closer to finding the answers he sought concerning his adversary,
he would break his own rule and find out what was going on with his youngest brother.
Perhaps then he could feel useful again. It was time to pay GianMarco a visit.
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So much for Toni, or Tanya, or was her name Tara? Whatever the hell her name was,
she hadn’t been much help. GianMarco was still horny and he had no desire to touch
her again. Quickly he slid out of bed, careful to not wake her, and donned his clothing.
He left without a backward glance to Toni/Tanya/Tara’s house. No matter how many women
he slept with, they could not assuage the ache that had built up within him.
The past four months had been absolute torture. Instead of the fire for Maggie being
doused by him taking multiple partners, it raged on more than ever. GianMarco had
volunteered to take most of the cases that took him outside of the office so that
he wouldn’t have to be there as often. Oliver had no complaints about him taking over
so much of the workload; he was going through his own crisis at home with his wife,
so he wasn’t in the office as much either. Unfortunately for GianMarco, his problem
wasn’t so easily solved, because Maggie would be there sitting at her desk diligently
working whenever he did go in to the office. She
that she had recently been with another vampire, but that wasn’t it. She had had a
taste that he figured out the source. He wondered who the other man in the photograph
was. Dante had slid the pictures into his breast pocket. He decided to take them and
give them a more thorough examination later.
Now, as he wore a hole in his carpet trying to figure out what his next move should
be, he stared at the picture again. Who was that young man in the photograph? It had
been nagging him for weeks and he didn’t seem to be getting any closer to finding
out. The man seemed oddly familiar, although Dante was certain that he had never seen
him before. Dante felt in his gut this man was the key.
Dante was exhausted. He had not slept for three days straight, he couldn’t remember
when he had last eaten, and it was all slowly starting to take a toll on his senses.
God only knew when he had last had a woman; Diane obviously didn’t count. Perhaps
his brothers were right when they said it was time for him to take a sabbatical. Underground
business was consuming his every waking minute.
He had made a vow, but how could he go on like this? He was no good to the cause if
he wasn’t one-hundred-percent fit. Il Diavolo had been eluding him for many years, and he seemed no closer to finding him now than
when he had begun his quest.
Dante sank down into the nearest armchair and rubbed his temples. He couldn’t even
remember the last time he had actually laughed and enjoyed himself. It seemed ages
ago. He envied his brothers that they could go on with regular lives despite carrying
their own separate pain.
Having been responsible for his brothers from a very early age, he felt more like
a father at times than their eldest brother. Marco had only been an infant, and Romeo
and Nico had been ten and eight when they’d lost their parents. Dante had been relatively
young for a vampire himself at the time, only sixty-one. All four brothers had still
been vulnerable to any rogue who might prey on them. He had done all he could to protect
them, even things he wasn’t exactly proud of, but they had all made it this far.
Not wanting to be the overbearing older brother, he tried not to interfere in their
lives, although he kept close tabs on each of them. But lately, he could feel a great
turmoil from within his youngest bro ther. He loved Romeo and Nico , but he felt the strongest connection with Marco, who had fed on him during infancy,
creating a special bond between the two beyond what most brothers shared.
Since he was getting no closer to finding the answers he sought concerning his adversary,
he would break his own rule and find out what was going on with his youngest brother.
Perhaps then he could feel useful again. It was time to pay GianMarco a visit.
<> <> <> <> <>
So much for Toni, or Tanya, or was her name Tara? Whatever the hell her name was,
she hadn’t been much help. GianMarco was still horny and he had no desire to touch
her again. Quickly he slid out of bed, careful to not wake her, and donned his clothing.
He left without a backward glance to Toni/Tanya/Tara’s house. No matter how many women
he slept with, they could not assuage the ache that had built up within him.
The past four months had been absolute torture. Instead of the fire for Maggie being
doused by him taking multiple partners, it raged on more than ever. GianMarco had
volunteered to take most of the cases that took him outside of the office so that
he wouldn’t have to be there as often. Oliver had no complaints about him taking over
so much of the workload; he was going through his own crisis at home with his wife,
so he wasn’t in the office as much either. Unfortunately for GianMarco, his problem
wasn’t so easily solved, because Maggie would be there sitting at her desk diligently
working whenever he did go in to the office. She
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