motorcycle shop logo: K & K, which stood for Kane and Kaleb since the two brothers were the ones to open the shop some twenty years back when the Sons of Sangue first landed in Pleasant.
“You’re sure?” Nicolas asked. Not that he doubted the President of the Sons. No one did. Nicolas more than likely fished for details.
“We all know the Sheriff’s Office has been on our back about these peculiar deaths. We suspected that a vampire was behind them.” Kane paced. He wasn’t sure how the brothers would take the news he had been keeping an eye on the detective … well, maybe not so much an eye on her as much as a keen interest. For now he’d downplay the last part. “I saw Detective Brahnam outside of the Blood ‘n’ Rave last night and followed her home.”
“What was that detective bitch doing at the Rave?” Alexander “Xander” Dumitru asked. “She’s a hot little number, but she don’t watch out, she’s going to get her own throat sliced.”
The hairs on the back of Kane’s nape stood on end. “What the hell is that supposed to mean, Xander? You know something about these murders?”
The man didn’t even look affronted. “Fuck, no. I was just meaning she’s got that look. You know, the same kind you seem to be hot after and the same one that’s getting these bitches killed.”
Alexander wasn’t far from the mark and Kane was sure the rest of his brothers thought along the same lines. He ignored the comparison.
“She wasn’t at the Rave. She was coming out of Murphy’s Bar. I quickly got rid of my donor and followed the detective. Best to know where our enemies live,” he added as an afterthought. “When I got to her place, it had been broken into. I decided to check it out.
“That’s when I caught the scent, the primordial’s. No mistaking it. He had been there, ransacked the place, and wrote a threat on the mirror to take her out next.”
Kaleb slowly nodded. “Makes sense. She’s the one trying to put him away and she matches his MO. Sucks to be her.”
“Exactly what I was thinking, Hawk,” Kane agreed, then his gaze scanned the rest of the brothers present. “And that’s why the Sons are going to keep an eye on her.”
“Are you fucking crazy?” Xander growled. “She’s trying to pin these murders on one of us and you want to save her hide? I say let this primordial have her. Good riddance!”
“Sorry, Xander. That’s not going to happen. If I say we keep an eye out for the detective, then that’s what we do.” Kane then added, “Without question. Until these murders, the Sheriff’s Office has always stayed out of our business. Let us live in peace. We need to show them our allegiance as well.”
Anton “Blondy” Balan rubbed the back of his neck, looking nervous. Kane figured whatever he had to say, he probably didn’t want to hear it. Anton spoke up anyway. “Maybe we ought to take it to a vote, Viper. Most of us, we don’t like that bitch anyway. She’s always coming here, treating us like dog shit. All high and mighty. Blaming us for shit we didn’t do. I say we call a meeting to church. Put it to a vote.”
Anton, Secretary of the Sons, had always been the one to push for church meetings and putting decisions to a vote. Personally, Kane didn’t feel this needed a vote, nor did he think he’d get the majority of those present behind him on this one. The three missing Sons weren’t likely to side with him either, as they had their own reasons for hating the law.
“Unless everyone here vetoes me on this, Blondy, I’m calling this one as club Pres. There isn’t going to be a vote. Keeping a close eye on the detective means we have a better chance at finding the primordial. Then maybe we can find out why this fuck is trying to pin these murders on the club … more specifically me.”
Kaleb nodded. “I agree with Viper. Our first order of business needs to be finding this primordial, see what the hell he’s doing in Pleasant and why the
“You’re sure?” Nicolas asked. Not that he doubted the President of the Sons. No one did. Nicolas more than likely fished for details.
“We all know the Sheriff’s Office has been on our back about these peculiar deaths. We suspected that a vampire was behind them.” Kane paced. He wasn’t sure how the brothers would take the news he had been keeping an eye on the detective … well, maybe not so much an eye on her as much as a keen interest. For now he’d downplay the last part. “I saw Detective Brahnam outside of the Blood ‘n’ Rave last night and followed her home.”
“What was that detective bitch doing at the Rave?” Alexander “Xander” Dumitru asked. “She’s a hot little number, but she don’t watch out, she’s going to get her own throat sliced.”
The hairs on the back of Kane’s nape stood on end. “What the hell is that supposed to mean, Xander? You know something about these murders?”
The man didn’t even look affronted. “Fuck, no. I was just meaning she’s got that look. You know, the same kind you seem to be hot after and the same one that’s getting these bitches killed.”
Alexander wasn’t far from the mark and Kane was sure the rest of his brothers thought along the same lines. He ignored the comparison.
“She wasn’t at the Rave. She was coming out of Murphy’s Bar. I quickly got rid of my donor and followed the detective. Best to know where our enemies live,” he added as an afterthought. “When I got to her place, it had been broken into. I decided to check it out.
“That’s when I caught the scent, the primordial’s. No mistaking it. He had been there, ransacked the place, and wrote a threat on the mirror to take her out next.”
Kaleb slowly nodded. “Makes sense. She’s the one trying to put him away and she matches his MO. Sucks to be her.”
“Exactly what I was thinking, Hawk,” Kane agreed, then his gaze scanned the rest of the brothers present. “And that’s why the Sons are going to keep an eye on her.”
“Are you fucking crazy?” Xander growled. “She’s trying to pin these murders on one of us and you want to save her hide? I say let this primordial have her. Good riddance!”
“Sorry, Xander. That’s not going to happen. If I say we keep an eye out for the detective, then that’s what we do.” Kane then added, “Without question. Until these murders, the Sheriff’s Office has always stayed out of our business. Let us live in peace. We need to show them our allegiance as well.”
Anton “Blondy” Balan rubbed the back of his neck, looking nervous. Kane figured whatever he had to say, he probably didn’t want to hear it. Anton spoke up anyway. “Maybe we ought to take it to a vote, Viper. Most of us, we don’t like that bitch anyway. She’s always coming here, treating us like dog shit. All high and mighty. Blaming us for shit we didn’t do. I say we call a meeting to church. Put it to a vote.”
Anton, Secretary of the Sons, had always been the one to push for church meetings and putting decisions to a vote. Personally, Kane didn’t feel this needed a vote, nor did he think he’d get the majority of those present behind him on this one. The three missing Sons weren’t likely to side with him either, as they had their own reasons for hating the law.
“Unless everyone here vetoes me on this, Blondy, I’m calling this one as club Pres. There isn’t going to be a vote. Keeping a close eye on the detective means we have a better chance at finding the primordial. Then maybe we can find out why this fuck is trying to pin these murders on the club … more specifically me.”
Kaleb nodded. “I agree with Viper. Our first order of business needs to be finding this primordial, see what the hell he’s doing in Pleasant and why the
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