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Drakon grabbed the one who attacked him by the collar and dragged what was left of him over to the pile by the back door. "Too bad for you," Drakon commented as he dropped the jackal on top of the others.

"He should have sent more," Fane said and leaned against the bar.

“Jerry was never known for his planning. He probably didn’t want the expense of more than eight jackals.” Samuel added to the discussion. “So, what’s next?” He smiled.

“I’m going to the Falcon Nest and I’m going to kill Jerry Hanover.” Fane stated matter of fact as he placed his weapons back in their holsters and straightened his jacket.

“Mind if I come along?” Samuel asked.

"I'll come too," Drakon added, and the three of them headed out the back door.

“You sent eight to the Blood Rose?” Jerry asked Phil for clarification.

“Eight because you only have ten in your employ, and you don't want to leave the Falcon Nest unprotected," Phil explained. “I’d give it an hour or two and then send over your demands or threaten to send another group of jackals to their door.”

“I have two.” Jerry pointed out.

“They don’t know that.” Phil laughed and downed a whiskey shot.

“I want that kid no one humiliates me and just walks away. I'm going to fuck him raw, and then I'm going to give him to the jackals.” Jerry was spitting mad and swept his arm across the bar, shattering a stack of glasses. "Call that useless fox and have him clean this up." He yelled.

“He doesn’t come in till five.” Phil reminded.

“All I have are useless employees taking my money and doing shit work.” Jerry was on a roll.

“I’m going to check on the Blood Rose and will let you know how it’s going. They’re probably shitting their pants right now and begging for mercy from the jackals.” Phil laughed and waved his hand as he headed out the front door.

Jerry walked toward the bar, ready to pour himself a drink, when the front door swung open, and Phil's head came rolling into the room like a bowling ball. His eyes were wide, and his mouth frozen in a silent scream. It looked like it had been ripped off his shoulders. Blood trailed behind it into the room.

Jerry jumped back in horror and screamed for his bodyguards, but there was no response. "I think they're gone, Jerry." Fane walked into the club and over to the center of the large room. All your jackals are dying.”

“What are you doing here?” Jerry moved to try and position himself behind the bar, but Samuel came from the backand blocked him. Drakon remained outside, blocking anyone from entering or exiting.

"You came for us and mine, and now I'm here for you, Jerry," Fane said and walked toward him. Jerry pulled out a gun and took a shot, hitting Fane in the upper chest, but it didn’t even faze him. Bullets, unless a massive headshot, had no effect on vampires. Fane rushed him, and Jerry dropped his gun and grabbed a long knife from the bar. He started waving it around. Knives could do damage, but Jerry had no skill or style.

Samuel stood back as Fane continued to advance on Jerry. "You're not going to survive this, Jerry. Why so stupid as to attack the Blood Rose and to make threats against my beloved.” Fane stopped a few feet in front of the man. Jerry had his back against the bar and had nowhere to run.

“I'm not afraid of Conall Rose. He's all intimidation and nothing else. With enough jackals I could own this town.” He was sweating and his anger was building that was always a problem with Jerry he let his anger control him. “And that bastard bartender James. I did him and his family a favor and what do I get betrayal. He belongs to me until I say he doesn’t.” That was the end of talking.

Fane grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air. Jerry tried to use his knife, but Fane grabbed his wrist and twisted it until the knife dropped and his wrist snapped. Fane kept increasing the pressure on his throat, snapping the small bones in his neck. Jerry kicked and dug at Fane's grip, but there was no hope.

"He's mine, Jerry. He has always been mine." Fane took his dagger, drove it into Jerry's heart, and twisted. It wasn’t hard to kill a human. “Say hello to Phil." He said, and he dropped him with a thud on the wood floor. Fane bent and pulled his daggerfree. He then turned and kicked Phil's head over to where Jerry lay. "Enjoy your time together." He said, and he and Samuel left the bar.

It was set up to look like a rival gang had ended Jerry and Phil, and the Falcon Nest was closed down. Master Rose decided he didn't care for the location or the business model and the name was dreadful. He preferred the earthy, gritty realness of The Blood Rose, and no other bar would ever compare.

It had been nearly three hours since he saw his beloved, and his need to be near James was burning inside of him. Fane hurried up to his apartment after meeting with the Master and was in search of his beautiful little bonded lover. He entered the living room, but he wasn’t there. He checked the kitchen, but he wasn't there. Then he walked into the bedroom, and there, perched on the window seat, completely naked and stroking his hard cock and fingering his hole, was his beloved.

The vision shook him for a second it was so raw and so perfect. “Is it over Fane?” He asked.

"It is over, my love. You never have to worry about those people again, and the Falcon Nest has closed down. You are free.” Fane began stripping off his clothes and walking toward James. That elegant hand with the long fingers was doing lovely things to that beautiful cock and that needy hole.

Fane was bare to the waist and was unbuckling his belt when he reached James and stood in front of him. James finished with the belt and opened Fane’s pants to bare the large, thick cock straining for release. He pulled him free and pushed the sides of his pants down. James held Fane’s cock in his handand then took it into his mouth, swallowing it down to the base in one thrust.

Fane felt his eyes roll back in his head as his cock went down James' throat, and those muscles began to play. He was fierce and hungry, and Fane was quickly losing control. He held James by the hair and started to take over, thrusting inside in short, rapid thrusts. James pushed to take more, swallowing him down and gripping the base to hold on.

With a growl, Fane pulled back and picked James up into his arm. He then sat down on the window seat and had James straddle his lap. He was stretched and ready and came down on Fane's cock hard and fast, burying him deep inside.

James held Fane's shoulders and started bouncing with all that he had. The sensations were burning, and Fane tried to hold him and take control, but James was slamming his hole down onto Fane with a ferocity that was sparking an inferno inside of Fane.

He couldn't hold back. He could not resist, and with a roar, Fane came, burying himself so deep he could feel his heartbeat. He came hard, stream after stream of release, an intense union of hearts and minds seared through them, and he felt James explode, covering Fane’s abdomen with his essence and filling Fane’s senses with the beautiful scent of orchid.

"I love you, Fane. Don't ever leave me." He cried and buried his face against Fane's shoulder.

"I love you too, baby, and I will never leave.” Fane wrapped his arms around him, and they sat there reveling in the pleasure and the promise.

THE END