Page 35 of Blood Claims (Garnet Dagger Mafia #2)

And now I was going to die because of it.

Because this man wanted one thing … revenge.

I could see it in his bloodshot eyes.

“And now, my dear… now I get to deliver you back to them in pieces, after I first drain you dry!”

I gasped, shaking and trying to get away from him, no matter how much it made my wrists bleed as I struggled. Yet despite knowing it was useless, it was like my body didn’t want to give up the fight. Didn’t want to throw away the maybe. The chance that I would slip free and get the chance to run.

But that hope was short lived when he suddenly fisted my hair and wrenched my neck to the side.

“And who knows, maybe once I’ve had a taste, maybe I too will want to fuck you raw and break you in with a real cock!” he taunted against my cheek, making me flinch.

This was when I hit my limit, though. I decided that if I was going to die, then I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of tasting my fear along with it. So, despite how much it hurt and pulled at my hair, I turned to face him and gritted out,

“Call yourself a real man? I bet you can’t even get it up unless a girl is screaming in fear but then, I bet it’s better than them laughing at how small it is!”

He growled so viciously, I felt like it was the last sound I would hear as I met my death. But first came another punch to the face, his ring fingers biting in and leaving their mark no doubt.

“Give me that fucking camera, I want those fuckers to see this!” he said, making the goon grab a polaroid camera off the desk, before handing it to him,

“Here you go, Mr. Avellino,” the henchman said, handing it over, and my look of hatred was one that was captured on film as the picture developed.

“Hmm, one now, and one after she has less color on her skin,” he said, wafting the picture in his hand before letting it drop to the floor. The second Mr. Avellino’s fangs emerged, I knew what this would mean for me. And I barely had time to brace myself as he lunged for me.

Something that left me purposely biting down on my lip, just to stop myself from screaming as his fangs tore into my neck. Each fang pierced deeper and far harder than either brother ever had. And unlike when they did it, there was absolutely no pleasure to be found.

Only pain and suffering, and the taste of my own blood as I bit through my lip just to stop the screams I would deny him at all costs. But then as he gorged himself on my blood, something else started to happen, as the sounds of screams came regardless.

Screams that weren’t mine.

A sound that made the cruel fucker, Avellino, pull his fangs free. Something that left me with the feeling of my blood trickling down my neck. The feel of it soaking my dress and the pain in my neck, became secondary to what was happening now.

“What the fuck?!” the boss snarled, making his goon stand from the desk he had been leaning against where he had obviously been enjoying the show.

No doubt waiting for his turn. A thought that revolted me, knowing what these two could have done to me.

I would have preferred to have been drained dry than have a single second with their hands on me.

But whatever their sick and twisted desires were, they would have to wait, because whoever had arrived was currently causing mayhem outside. The banging on metal, the shattering of glass, and the splintering of wood was all heard among the sound of death.

“Could it be them?”

“Tell me you weren’t fucking followed!” the boss roared, making his lacky tell him,

“I told you, no one was following us, and we had a few of the guys hang back to check on when the brothers came out like you wanted. They looked panicked and like they didn’t know what the fuck was going on! Boss, I swear.”

Avellino narrowed his eyes at the door as the sound of chaos was getting louder.

The load pops of gun fire made me jerk and flashes of light were seen in the blink of an eye, as men rushed to the fight.

But then one of the men must have been grabbed, because suddenly his body smashed into the office window, making glass explode around him.

“AAHH!” I screamed in shock, whereas the two men just took a step back as the body rolled to a stop.

The gruesome sight of his throat slashed open looked like he had been mauled by a fucking lion!

After this, the two men sprang to action, both of them grabbing the guns from the desk and checking the magazines for rounds.

“Get your ass out there!” Avellino ordered, making his goon’s eyes grow wide.

“But boss!” he protested, making the meaty hand grab his shirt and toss him toward the door, snapping,

“I said now, you piece of shit!”

The goon really didn’t look like he wanted to go, but was clearly fearing his master’s wrath more, so he held up his gun and made his way out the door.

Although when the door swung, a glimpse to his fate was shown as his body suddenly dropped to the floor.

The next swing of the door then showed him gripping onto the frame for dear life as he screamed,

“Help me… AAAHHH!” His bellow of pain and fear rang out like a death cry as he was torn from safety, blood exploding outward in his wake, making me shake in terror. Because whoever it was out there tearing these men to pieces… for him… I would scream.

Because this was the true stuff of nightmares.

Especially when the second it all went quiet, a huge figure approached the door. His dark silhouette nearly filling the space in the frosted glass panel.

But this was when Avellino decided to act in a way to save his own skin.

And after clearly believing this new reign of hell at his doorstep was because of me, he quickly decided to use me as a hostage.

With the gun all loaded and ready to fire, he pointed it at my head.

I couldn’t help but cry out the second the door was suddenly ripped off its hinges, giving him cause to warn,

“I have a fucking gun at her head!”

But then suddenly the figure was back, stepping into view, and the moment I recognized him, I gasped.

“Don’t come any closer, or I will fucking shoot her!” he said, pressing the butt of the gun into my head hard enough that it forced my head to the side.

The dangerous glow of silver eyes thinned as he narrowed his eyes on the scene. The shadows of his hood keeping the rest of his face from view as always.

But this wasn’t for long,

I finally got my first sight of the one who controlled my nightmares.

The one who haunted me in my dreams.

The one who was now here for me…

The Shadow Master.