Page 105 of Suck This

And that’s when the entire freakin’ area surrounding Con’s home exploded with black-clad figures aiming guns at Con… and me. Mostly because I was standing next to him, too frozen to move.

I couldn’t even process the fact that this man thought that Con had killed me—even though I was so obviously standing directly in front of him.

“What proof do you have of this?” Con asked smoothly, crossing his arms over his chest like he didn’t have a care in the world.

And that was when Bradford, the ex that I hadn’t thought about in months, stepped forward. His eyes caught on my left and then quickly skirted away.

I looked at the man dispassionately.

“Bradford, what’s going on?” Nash asked.

Where had he come from? Last I’d heard, he was supposed to stay away from us all because there was a possibility that this was a trap, and because Nash was a freakin’ human—unlike me!

“Bradford is now the acting DA. He was put in as an emergency capacity since the DA’s residence was hit last night by vampires upset that they were being charged with murder to members that had attended your club the night of the massacre,” the well-dressed man continued to speak.

That was news to me. I would’ve thought that if there were vampires being arrested and charged with murder, we’d have heard about it. Adelaide was a very efficient woman, and I doubted something like that could slip past her defenses.

I looked up at the sky, questioning whether my speaking would help the matter at hand. Then I realized that I wasn’t the type of woman to sit here and do nothing. So I spoke.

“This is a fucking mess,” I told the night. I dropped my head back down to stare at the guns still on me. “You do realize, don’t you, that I am Acadia Powell?”

Bradford looked at me, startling like he’d been poked in the ass with a very big dick—I’d done this before with an umbrella teasingly and had received the same results—and stared. “Ac-cadia?” he stuttered.

I nodded. “That would be me.”

“But, you were dead.”

“No.” I shook my head. “Not dead, see?”

“She’s one of them.”

I looked over at the man that was standing in the very front of the black-clad gang and stared.

“Who are you and why do you come here?” I quoted the Once-ler off of The Lorax.

I will neither confirm nor deny that I bought the children’s movie just because it looked interesting. I also won’t admit that I loved the hell out of it, and had decided to decorate my unborn, figment of my imagination children’s room with the poofy trees that the plotline of the movie evolved around.

“I’m Jamal Brencis, and I’m the head of the Paranormal Control Division, sent here to investigate the allegations of there being out-of-control vampires in the city,” he answered quickly. “And I have found you guilty.”

“So you’re judge and jury?” Con asked silkily.

Mr. Jamal Brencis nodded his head in agreement, which also was apparently some sign that these black-clad men were waiting on, because they all moved at once.

And then fell to the ground seconds later.

All of them, every last one of them, was unconscious. Or at least I hoped that was what they were seeing as they weren’t moving even a little bit.

All of them but Mr. Brencis, that was.

Jamal looked at his men that were in all different angles of discomfort where they’d passed out cold, and then up at Con.

“You’re stronger than your age allots,” he said. “Otherwise I would’ve brought more…”

Con moved. One second he was standing next to me, and the next, he was moving faster than I’d ever seen him, directly toward Jamal.

There Jamal was,talking, and heartbeats later, Constantine was killing a woman directly behind Jamal—who was still talking.

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