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CHANGES

E MILY

Dinner ends up being exactly what I need to reset after everything that’s happened the past few days. I’m not usually a fan of bowling, but this place does have amazing pizza. The guys get really cute when they compete, too, so that helps. I find myself playing down my abilities, though, and that bothers me. But after a couple of hours, I feel recharged and happy about spending time with my guys.

Until the check comes, and the guys argue about who’s gonna pay. That’s when I hear something that makes me rethink everything. Please tell me Jeremy did not just say what I think he did.

“Wait, what did you just say?” I ask, hoping I heard wrong.

“I said, ‘Luke Donovan, you son-of-a-bitch, you can’t keep showing off by paying for everything.’ Why?” Jeremy responds.

No. No, no, no. Fuck. My next mark could be related to Luke. I can’t let my shock register, or they’ll figure out my secret. And I can’t refuse the job now, because the guild is different than a dark web contract. Trying to back out now would be signing my own death warrant.

“I just didn’t know Luke’s last name,” I laugh it off as if it’s not the reason I’ve started to sweat. “You know, you guys don’t have to fight over the check. I can cover it.” I hand my card to the waitress before anyone can stop me.

My heart races and sweat drips down my spine. What am I going to do? That’s a stupid question. I have no choice here. I’m going to kill Donovan, that’s what I’m going to do. Then I’ll worry about whether or not he’s related to one of the guys I’m falling for, because if I know before, I may not be able to go through with it. And that could get ugly for everyone. It doesn’t matter who he’s related to anyway; Donovan has to die. If not, I’ll be the one killed. And I’m not ready for that.

With the check issue finally settled, we head back to their apartment. “Will you come up with us for a bit, Em?” Luke asks.

Why does his question make me nervous? Did he somehow figure out that I’m an assassin for hire? How am I gonna explain all of this? I can’t worry about these questions right now. Worst case, I’ll excuse myself to the bathroom and shift to get away. But then I’ll have to relocate and start over. I really don’t want that. Especially since that would mean giving up these three amazing guys.

“Sure,” I respond with a smile. “Is everything okay?”

Will wraps an arm around me as we head to the elevator. “Nothing to stress over. We just wanna talk to you about something.”

His words make my heart jump. I don’t want anyone else to profess their love for me, even if Will doesn’t realize I heard him. It’s not like I can stop them from saying whatever they want, though, so I’ll just have to deal with it. This night just keeps getting more and more challenging.

I jump when the door closes behind us, and Jeremy laughs. “Someone is a little nervous to be alone with us tonight.”

“I’m not nervous. The noise just startled me, that’s all.” I know they don’t believe me, and I really hope that they don’t keep pushing.

Luke drags me down next to him on the couch, then Jeremy settles on my other side. Will sits on the coffee table in front of me, and I feel like they’ve boxed me in. “What is this all about? I feel like this is an intervention, and I’m about to hear how you all care about me, but I have to stop doing what I’ve been doing.” I try to make a joke, but their faces are serious. I swallow hard and wait for what comes next.

“You’ve been hesitant with us, and we know it’s because of your secret,” Jeremy begins.

My jaw drops. They know. Fuck. After so long of not being caught, how were they the ones who figured it out? I’ve been so careful. I never should have let Will into my apartment. That has to be how they figured it out.

“But now that we know about your cam work, you don’t have to push us away anymore,” Will continues.

I barely hold back a sigh of relief at Will’s words. They don’t know. Not about that.

“We just want you to give this relationship a chance,” Luke insists. “The three of us are all in, and we want you to be as well.”

“I don’t know what to say. This is not what I expected,” I admit. I figured there would be sweet words of love and desire, not practical reasoning when they finally brought this up. I can’t argue with them now. Ugh.

“Then say yes. To at least giving this a chance. We’ll be exclusive; just the four of us together in whatever way works for all of us. No competition, no jealousy. Please say you’ll try it.” Will looks as if he’ll cry if I refuse. And if I’m honest with myself, I don’t want to say no. I want to make this work with them. I’m just not sure it will. Can I give them all what they need? I have no idea. But I guess we’re about to find out.

I take a deep breath, knowing that my answer won’t be what they expect. “Okay.” That one word changes each expression that stares at me. They go from concerned to confused, then settle on elated. It’s clear they expected to have to convince me. I’m making this too easy for them. My heart does a little cartwheel, and I can’t wipe the smile off my face, so I guess I’ve made the right decision. Now if I can only keep my secret life secret.

Luke kisses me, hard and sloppy. When he backs away, Will is there, kissing me tenderly with promises of the future. The moment our kiss breaks, Jeremy leans over and kisses me with so much passion that it takes my breath away. I shouldn’t want this. I should run. I have to protect them from anything that could hurt them or break their hearts. And that includes me. I’m not good for these men, but I want them too badly to leave.

I hate feeling so conflicted. But these are my men now, and I will fight for them. Even if I end up being the one who destroys everything. I am a monster, after all.

Before I can get hung up on the commitment I just made, they each kiss me again, pulling my focus back to the moment. We end up in Luke’s room tonight. He’s fully embraced the vampire stereotype, with a coffin on display in the corner, and dark velvet curtains on the windows. None of it is necessary, because he has an enchanted ring that protects him from sunlight, and vampires don’t actually sleep in coffins. That was an old wives’ tale that got blown out of proportion, like the garlic and mirror things, and vampires only eating blood. Talk about stories designed to scare people. Of course, vampires feed on blood. But it’s not nearly as much as the movies and stories make it look like, and it lasts them for a while.

As a matter of fact, Luke is obsessed with mirrors. He has one on every wall in his room, and a large one on the ceiling over the bed. The first time I came in here, I thought that he must be extremely vain. He’s not. He just likes to watch everyone, and the mirrors are the best way to do it. Most of the time, when we’re in here, Luke makes sure he’s not the center of attention. Of course, usually, all three of them are focused on me no matter whose bedroom we’re in.

LUKE

Em is distracted, which is pretty normal for her. I wish I knew what she was thinking about as she surveys my bedroom. They all tease me about my vampire goth decorating, but it makes me laugh to embrace the silly stereotypes that humans put on us.

Since I know she won’t tell us what’s bothering her, I make it my mission to bring her focus back to the here and now. I won’t make her feel self-conscious by calling her out on it, either. I nod to the guys and the three of us back her up against the bed. Jeremy drags her onto it while Will and I take her clothes off.

I plan to tease and taunt her until she’s begging me to fuck her pretty pussy. I lick my lips as I stalk toward her. “You have your safe word?” I ask, my eyes devouring her.

She nods, and I shake my head. “Come now, kitten, you know I have to hear it.”

“Dracula,” she whispers with a chuckle.

“Good girl. Now, if things go too far, you just say that silly vampire’s name, and I’ll stop. Got it?” We don’t play often, but I need to know she won’t let me hurt her. I enjoy biting and drinking her blood during sex. I don’t enjoy harming those I care about.

Em nods her agreement, and I spread her legs apart to look at her. “Mmm, so beautiful.” I click my fangs in place and watch her eyes go wide. She’s not struggling or trying to get away. My kitten loves it when I bite her. I lean down and lap my tongue against her slit.

The moan that escapes her is delicious, almost as much as she is. I lick her again, then bite her thigh and suck—just a taste for now. I’m careful to lick the puncture wounds so they heal faster. Em cries out as she reaches her first orgasm. I can’t wait to make her do that again and again. Her pleasure is my favorite drug, and I’m definitely an addict.

My cock strains against my jeans, begging to be set free. I can’t do that yet, though, because I know the moment I do, I won’t be able to hold back from sinking into her. I want to draw this out as long as I can. I run my tongue over her sex again, enjoying the way she arches her back. She’s practically begging me for more already.

Will and Jeremy busy themselves with kissing our girl and teasing her nipples while I continue to worship her gorgeous pussy. I lick and suck at her, sliding two fingers inside to work her g-spot until she comes again. I want to make her beg for it, but I’m not going to be able to hold out long enough to make it happen. It’s unfortunate, but we have the rest of our lives to play games.

Right now, I’m going to bury myself inside of her and fuck her senseless. I lean back enough to get out of my clothes. Em locks eyes with me, mesmerized by watching me strip. I give her a little show, then crawl back to my favorite spot between her legs.

I lift her up so Will can spread lube on her rosebud. Once he gets her ready, he lays back on the bed and I carefully ease Em down on his cock. She spreads her legs further apart to give us both access, and Jeremy groans as she grips his dick. The whole scene is hot to watch; even more being part of it.

With everyone else in place, I ease my cock into her, giving her a minute to adjust to being so full. When she nods that she’s ready, Will and I thrust into her together. She cries out at the pace we set, but doesn’t use the word that will stop everything. Her pleasure is the only thing that matters to me at this moment.

EMILY

Luke and Will thrust into me together a few times, and I have to brace my hands on the headboard to keep from banging against it. Jeremy slides his dick against my face, and I suck him into my mouth. The three of them work together to guide me toward my next orgasm. The feeling of their hard dicks thrusting into me over and over gets me there quicker than I’d like to admit, but they don’t seem to mind.

I feel myself clamp down on Luke, determined to make him come with me. When he gets close, Luke leans down and kisses my neck. I know he’ll wait to bite me until Jeremy is out of my mouth, because he worries that I’ll need to use my safe word. I don’t think he’ll hurt me, though, so I’m not worried about it.

I don’t know how much longer I can hold out, though, so I swirl my tongue along Jeremy’s cock and suck harder. He thrusts into my mouth a couple more times, then I feel his release in the back of my throat. I swallow fast to keep up with it, licking him clean as he pulls away.

Just then, I come again, clamping down even harder on Luke and Will. They both come at the same time, and Luke’s fangs pierce my neck. He takes a couple of long pulls of my blood, then forces himself to let me go.

The moment Will and Luke pull themselves from me, Jeremy is there with a warm rag to clean me up. He hands another to each of the guys. I’m always amazed at how caring they are with each other. Once we’re all cleaned up, we snuggle in Luke’s bed for a while. I know that they want me to stay, and as much as I want to, I can’t. I have a job to do. The first part of that is to deal with Big_Dick_73. The second is to get ready for my cam call with Donovan.

I don’t normally do two kills in a night, but I’m making an exception tonight, if I can. I still have a couple of hours before my call, and I can take care of the other guy after. I let myself relax with my guys for a little while. As soon as the three of them fall asleep, I sneak out of Luke’s room, grabbing my jeans and shirt. I can find my panties and bra later. I throw on my clothes and head down to my apartment.

After a quick shower, I decide on my purple babydoll with my lavender wig for the meeting with Donovan. I know it’s not his favorite color, but it is one Luke likes. I have to remind myself that no matter what this man’s relationship with my lover is, he has to die. The contract has been accepted and cannot be turned down at this point. It’s his life or mine, and I’m not giving mine up for a scum bag like this guy. Not when I've just found everything I ever wanted with my men.

I get everything set up with my security system and the cams to record our meeting. I carefully apply my makeup and put my mask on. With my wig in place, I settle on the bed and turn everything on. Donovan should be here in just a moment.

I don’t have time for my heart to start racing and my breath to catch in my chest. I have to do the job. I can’t worry about how this will affect anyone else, or if what I’m doing is right. This guy is a player in the trafficking ring I’ve been chasing, and I’ll confirm that before I kill him. Either way, I will find out exactly why someone wants him dead before I do the deed.

The moment Donovan’s face fills the screen, my eyes go wide. I force my expression to fit the mood of the call. I can’t let him know that I recognize him. I don’t have confirmation, but this man is definitely related to Luke. My sweet Luke, who just fucked me and drank my blood upstairs only an hour ago.

A few minutes of chit chat, and Donovan is asking to book regular weekly appointments. He explains his fetishes and asks for a demonstration that will prove I can accommodate his desires. Have you ever had to masturbate for a man you suspect is your lover’s father? No? Just me then. Great. As awkward as the situation is, I don’t think Donovan has realized that there’s a problem.

I check the time and realize that we’ve actually gone over time. I have to establish my link to his system before he realizes and disconnects. I keep the show going another minute or two while I do what I need to. Once I have the entry point, I smile at him.

“Our time is up. But we can definitely make another appointment. Please be sure you pay immediately, so that you can get scheduled.” I never let a regular schedule until they’ve paid for their last call, so it helps ground me in character to explain that to him. It doesn’t matter that he’ll be dead in a couple of hours.

“Absolutely, Jasmin. I’ll pay now.” He taps some buttons on his phone, and I receive an alert that the deposit went through.

“Thank you. It’s been a pleasure. We’ll talk soon.” I shut the cam off before he can object, holding onto my connection with his computer. If I don’t do this now, I won’t be able to. He looks too much like Luke. If I spend any time thinking about it, I’ll back out. And if I back out,

I barely make it into the secret room before I’m fully shifted into my pixelated form. I spend two minutes verifying that Donovan is indeed connected to the trafficking ring I’ve been chasing, then take a deep breath and float into the computer. I grab the files I need, tucking them away so I can have the proof I need if this ever comes up with Luke. I can’t tell him that I’m the one who did this. Can I even do this? I’m not so certain anymore. But I have to. Otherwise, the guild will come after the guys, then kill me. Brynn didn’t exactly say that, but it’s what I expect if I ever cross them. I shake the thought away.

Donovan must die, and I will be the one to take him out. I’ve never let emotions complicate a job before. I’m not about to start now.

Sliding out of the back of Donovan’s computer is easy. His set up allows me plenty of space to maneuver. It appears that his computer is in a room by itself. That’s not a creepy perv move at all, buddy. I know from my research that Donovan is a vampire—even more evidence that he’s Luke’s dad—and there are actually several nice pieces of furniture I can destroy to stake him with.

Does he deserve an easy death? Not even a little bit. But when I see pictures hanging on the wall of what has to be a young Luke, I decide it’s the best way to do it. Normally, I would plant the damning evidence where his family would find it. Then I would kill the asshole in the most painful way possible. Not this time.

This time, I’m showing mercy. He’ll still die, just not in a way that will hurt his son any more than is absolutely necessary. I could search the house for him, then hunt him down, but I’m actually in a bit of a rush. I ping his cellphone and follow the response.

I find him in the shower, stroking himself and watching a recording of our call. Eww. I really have to make sure they can’t record things from now on. I float back into the bedroom and slam an antique wooden chair on the floor to break it. I pick up a piece of the leg that will make the perfect stake, then head back into the bathroom.

Of course, the commotion of me breaking the chair interrupted his shower. Donovan has shut the water off and is stepping out, wrapping a towel around himself. Well, at least he’ll be covered when he dies. I shift the stake in my hand and move closer.

“What the hell?” he asks as he walks into the bedroom and sees the broken chair. “Who the fuck did this? Do you have any idea how expensive that chair was?”

I stab the chair leg through his back and into his heart. It’s a cowardly move, but I can’t look him in the eyes and kill him. He looks too much like his son. The moment the stake pierces his heart, smoke starts to rise from his chest. I wonder if he’ll combust, or if that’s just a lie they tell to sell more books.

I watch as Donovan falls over, face down on the carpet. The smoke continues, but he doesn’t go up in flames. So that was another rumor created by the media. That’s good to know. I’ve finally killed my first vampire, but I don’t feel great about it. I’m happy to have taken a monster off the streets. I’m just worried what this will do to my sweet vampire. I hate feeling so conflicted.

I don’t know much about any of my guys’ families, except that they all have money. The fact that it’s tainted with the blood of those who didn’t have a choice in their lives makes me sad for Luke’s family. Nothing I found implicates any of them in his shady business dealings.

I double check that Donovan is indeed dead, then head back to my apartment. I still have another guy to take care of, and if I wait, I might break down and fail. As soon as I materialize in my safe room, I take a deep breath and shift back into my pixelated form. I have to finish this job. I can’t let myself stop now.

I tap into Big_Dick_73’s computer system and shoot toward him. I’m pushing my emotions away the best I can, but I know a breakdown is coming. Guilt eats at me for killing Luke’s father. I try to justify it by reminding myself that he was a scumbag, but it’s not working.

I slide out of the computer and come face-to-face with the man I’m looking for. He looks familiar, but I can’t quite place him. After viewing the files on his computer again, it doesn’t matter to me who he is. He’s even higher up on the chain than Donovan was, so he has to die.

I grab him by the throat and shove him at the chair. He falls backward, sputtering. “What’s going on? Who’s there?” he stammers, his eyes searching the room for what he ran into. I glance sideways and see an envelope with a name on it.

“Mr. Matthews, I presume?” My pixelated form distorts my voice and I watch his eyes go wide in panic.

“It wasn’t me. I didn’t touch them. All I did was arrange transportation from one place to another. I never touched those girls,” he insists.

You have to love a guilty conscience. He knew what he did was wrong but did it anyway and took money for it. Dumb fucker. Admitting it just pisses me off almost more than lying about it would. Like being honest will save his life or something.

“Ah, ah, ah, Matthews. You can’t expect me to believe that you had nothing to do with it besides arranging transportation. You selected those girls. You photographed them. You sold them. And now you have to pay,” I say, floating closer.

His panic grows, because he can’t see me, and I’m not talking anymore. I shove my pixelated hand through his chest and grip his heart. He’s going to die the same way my worthless father did, for the same reasons.

I crush his heart in my hand, then pull it out and drop it on the floor before sliding back into the computer and returning home.