Part 14 (1/2)
”Looks like Seraphim might be getting over Nenet,” Trixie told Vincent as they paused in kicking the steel pillars in the training room. Her eyes swept the thick, rock hard muscles of his s.h.i.+rtless, sweaty torso.
Wiping his forehead with his palm, he shrugged. ”He'll never be over her. Trust me. I've never seen anyone hold a grudge that long. But it's about time he found another broad. Too bad she's a wh.o.r.e.”
Trixie wrinkled her nose, irritated. ”I get the feeling she's not one of Sir Edward's typical call girls. There's something about her.”
”Yeah.” Vincent shrugged. ”She seems like a nice kid. He's got her wrapped though. The way she looks at him with those big cow eyes...”
”I think it's kind of sweet.”
Vincent made a face. ”Sweet? In this overpriced wh.o.r.e house?”
”Will you shut up!” Trixie stepped close and covered his lips with her fingertips. We're undercover, Dilorenzo!
I know. Don't worry that tight little a.s.s of yours about it, baby.
They spent the next couple of hours training, then made their way back to their room. On the second floor, they pa.s.sed a sitting room, and Vincent paused to step inside. He picked up a photo of a group of guests mingling in the dining room.
”What is it?” she asked.
”Him.” Vincent pointed at the tall, muscular blond dressed impeccably in a white suite.
”What about him?”
He was the guy I was trailing from prison to prison. The son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h who knows about The Flower.
”Where are you going?” Trixie demanded as Vincent, the picture still in his grip, exited the room.
She followed him up the steps to Seraphim's room where he tapped on the door. Trixie caught Hannah's scent mingled with Seraphim's. They'd obviously been making love.
Seraphim opened the door wearing only jeans, the zipper half open, just concealing the huge c.o.c.k revealed only through the sizeable bulge in the denim. She glanced at Vincent as he caught her staring at the other man's groin.
What the h.e.l.l? She flung her thoughts at him. Men don't pretend they don't notice when a woman has a double D cup!
Vincent growled-not a sound of challenge to another male, but rather a warning to his mate. Trixie s.h.i.+vered, aroused that he considered her as such.
Seraphim didn't speak, just raised an eyebrow. The expression in his pale eyes was enough to announce his irritation at being bothered during such an intimate moment.
”Let us in,” Vincent said.
”I'm involved.”
Forget about the piece of a.s.s. This is business.
Trixie's eyes widened as Vincent announced his thoughts to both her and Seraphim.
Seraphim's fingers tightened on the door jam, his claws splintering wood.
Okay, sorry. That wasn't very nice of me, Vincent apologized.
To be expected from one such as you.
”You've been controlling your temper pretty well.” Vincent grinned. ”I'm impressed.”
Seraphim forced a smile.” We won't always be in this house, Vikenti.”
”Yes, Vikenti, do shut up,” Trixie snarled at her ”husband.”
”Do you have a moment?” Vincent asked, slipping easily into his cla.s.sy veneer.
The mortal, Hannah, stood behind Seraphim, wrapped in a black robe. She stood close to him, their bodies touching. ”Hi, Baroness.”
”Call me Katrina, darling.”
”Excuse me for a moment.” Seraphim turned his penetrating eyes to Hannah. She gazed up at him, affection obvious between them. Again Trixie wondered how a woman like Hannah ended up at Sir Edward's. Perhaps it was simply her attraction to vampires? Seraphim kissed her cheek. ”I won't be long.”
She nodded as he grasped a s.h.i.+rt and tugged it on as he stepped into the hall.
Vincent led the way back to their room where he thrust the photo at Seraphim and pointed at the blond. ”This guy was a guest here? What do you know about him?”
Seraphim's gaze swept the photo once. ”He's dead.”
”What the f.u.c.k do you mean dead?”
”I mean dead as in ashes to ashes dust to dust.”
”How do you know? I trailed this guy through prisons all over the -”
”I know because I killed him not even a week ago.”
”Killed him?” Vincent snarled, flinging the picture onto the bed and grasping his head in his hands. ”G.o.dd.a.m.n b.l.o.o.d.y f.u.c.kin' h.e.l.l!”
Seraphim headed for the door, but Vincent leapt across the room and grasped his arm. Seraphim shoved him full in the chest, knocking him into the wall.
”Hey!” Trixie snapped, standing between them. ”What the h.e.l.l is wrong with you two?”
”Do you have any idea who he was?” Vincent's fists clenched, his eyes gleaming with fury. ”He knew about the Flower!”
”He was dangerous,” Seraphim said. ”He was on to us and tried to kill me. That's why our esteemed First Father, Adam Lindsay, sent you to help me. As if I needed any.”
”Looks like you do, buddy, because you haven't produced the Flower yet!”
”The Flower.” Seraphim smiled without a trace of humor. ”As if that's our most important inheritance from the Originals.”
”I think it's pretty lame, too, for vamps to be suckin' weeds when we could be drainin' blood from something that moves when you bite it, but that's not the point! It's our connection to the Originals! Do you have any idea how important -”
”No one knows better than I do what the Originals meant to us, what they can still mean to our future! I don't need a rebellious adolescent telling me!”
”I told Lindsay to watch out for you! I said you were -”