Forged In Blood

Love Awakens Their Royal Soul

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 Forged In Blood

Forged In Twilight Paranormal Romance

P.T. Macias

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Paranormal Romance By P.T. Macias
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 Dedication

I’m dedicating this book to my husband Jose Arturo, my children Erica,

Andres, and Ricardo, and my grandchildren Anthony, Gabriel, Christian,
and Elizabeth, and my family. I’m thankful for your love, patience, and
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 Synopsis

Blood ~ Dionisie Kozlov

The MC is fuckingtastic.
I have my bros.
I love the lifestyle.
The danger is a thrill.
It’s part of my escape.
It’s my sabbatical.
The MC princess is mine.
My soul feels her.
My heart is hers.
But I can’t.
I’m not for her.
I’m a monster.
I can’t make her my Old Lady.
It doesn’t matter that I love her.

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 Wynter War
The MC is in my blood.
The Lifestyle is tough.
I can handle it.
I’m an MC’s Princess.
I don’t fight it.
I embrace it.
All I want is to be an Old lady.
I have my sights on a bro.
He wants me.
He fights it.
What’s his problem?

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 Welcome to Blood’s and Wynter’s story.
Please note that this story is full of action, violence, dirty talking bad boy
bikers, slang, romance, steamy scenes, and HEA.
Bad Boy Dirty Talking Bikers True Love!
This book is part of the Wicked Warriors MC, NorCal Chapter A Bad Boy
Bikers Motorcycle Club Romance series.

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 Table Of Contents

Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Epilogue
Note From P.T. Macias
P.T. Macias
P.T. Macias Newsletter Signup
Love Me, Stalk Me!
P.T. Macias Series
Note To Reader

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 Prologue

Kozlov Royal Vampires

The Magic Hour

Fifteen years ago.

The breeze swirls around the balcony, enveloping the Tsar, my brothers, the
Princes, and me.

I look at my Sire, the Tsar’s distraught violet-blue eyes look out into the
horizon, pursing his lips, and I notice that his face is edgy, strained as he
attempts to hide his pain. I’ve never seen my Sire exhibit any emotions;
therefore, seeing his pain is shattering. The current events have taken a toll
on the entire royal family, especially the Tsar; the loss of my uncle, Prince
Ugo, has been devastating.

I can’t fathom how in the world a rogue vampire was able to enter the
palace to cause such catastrophic chaos, shattering the sense of security, the
impenetrable haven from any malevolent deeds. In a matter of minutes, the
rogue vampire killed my uncle and took my cousin, Princess Anastasia.

It’s evident that the rogue vampire is attempting to force Kozlov’s hand by
taking Princess Anastasia.
“The Golden Hour is opening, the magical hour for the portal is now open,
now you can enter into other dimensions, my sons,” King Kozlov utters in a
low tone, looking out into the different hues of blue, pink, and orange
lowering his eyelids.

A few minutes later, the sky turns dark navy; he inhales, nostrils flare as he
exhales. The Tsar is wearing a black, long wool coat, dark grey slacks, and
a white button-up shirt. He waves his hand, his signet ruby ring glows.

The Tsar, tis my father looks young, only the silver in his hair bears witness
to his age of two centuries. Yes, we live forever unless we’re intentionally
killed, as my uncle, Prince Ugo, was beheaded by the rogue vampire Ivan.

The sky ensues into the blue hour that lasts approximately thirty minutes,
the twilight golden hour, moving into the night. The golden hour is the most
important time, tis the magical hour to enter other dimensions.
The Vampire realm is parallel with the earth, an independent realm of life,
and we coexist with the humans on earth.

Tsar Rudolph Kozlov, the Tsar of the Vampire Realm, stands tall, curling his
fingers into his palm crushing the parchment in his fist. His long black hair,
with silver strands, shimmer with the moon rays as he stands outside on the
Vampire palace balcony.

“The rogue Vampire has been spotted in the earth realm, in the City Of Sin,
Las Vegas! The Black Knight Enzo is following the rogue’s trail until you
return. Time is of an essence, my sons, tis time,” Tsar Rudolph growls,
dropping the parchment onto the floor.
He waves his hand, throwing lightning bolts into the sky, illuminating the
palace. He grinds his jaw; the shade of dark red spreads over his face as his
anger explodes. He raises both hands, pointing his index fingers to the sky,
causing lightning bolts to glow in the sky.

“Sire, we’re ready,” Prince Konstantine says, standing tall, regal, grasping
his hands behind him.
Prince Vladimir is the firstborn; therefore, the heir to the throne. Then
Prince Konstantine is the second born, and I’m the last born.

Of fuckingcourse, being the youngest, I’m often prone to having fun. But I
must say that; lately, I’ve been too damn busy, and it’s starting to piss me
off. I need to take some time to enjoy life before I become like my brothers,
cynical and bored. I don’t want that. I want to experience life in the human
realm, take time to have fun.

Fuck, I don’t know when and if I’ll ever be able to take time out.

“We will find her,” Prince Vlad says, nodding his head, shifting his feet,
standing tall.

Yeah, it’s a moment of formality, of respect towards the Tsar. We all stand
tall, rigid, stoic, and respectful. That’s the way it is, respect, integrity,
values, accountability, and ethics are very much part of the Kozlov royal
family traits, the doctrine.

“Sire, Princess Anastasia will be found,” I snarl, furrowing my forehead and

lifting my chin. I straighten my back, fisting my hands behind my back
looking into the darkening sky.

Princess Anastasia is a precious and loved member of the Kozlov Royal

Vampires. She’s like a sister, she’s my age, and we must locate her before
that rogue Ivan taints and abuses her.

“Sire, we will locate the rogue Vampire Ivan and bring him to you,” Prince
Kon snarls, looking at my Sire.

“It’s imperative to locate the rogue vampire Ivan before he does the
unthinkable and causes harm to the humans! Ivan’s bloodthirst and
aspiration for power are boundless and tis something to fear. An insane
vampire with such a radical thirst is capable of unthinkable atrocities. That
rogue will not succeed in compromising Princess Anastasia’s honor to force
our hands to grant his union with Princess Anastasia. We must capture that
crazed rogue vampire,” Tsar Rodolph growls, running his fingers through
his shoulder-length hair.
“I always thought that Sir Ivan was a little off. I never liked how he would
seek Princess Anastasia at the Kozlov’s events,” I say, looking at my Sire.

“Indeed, Ivan was always a wild card,” Tsar says, grinding his molars.
“My Sire, we’re ready to hunt Ivan down; soon Princess Anastasia will
return home,” Prince Vlad says, nodding.

“My Princes, I must believe, I have faith that we will locate Princess
Anastasia. I will avenge my beloved brother and rescue his daughter,” Tsar
Rudolph snarls, turning to look at the Princes raising his right eyebrow.

“I need you to be on guard, extremely careful on the earth realm, my sons.

The humans will not hesitate to extinguish your life by thrusting a stake into
your heart, beheading you, or burning you alive in the fire. The humans are
not ready to accept the vampires into their life. The humans do not listen to
reason or try to be open to learning; no, they will run on their fear of the
unknown! Tis not time for the humans to learn of our existences, and I fear
that Ivan will expose us,” Tsar says, looking at his signet ring.

“We’re ready,” I say, grinding my molars looking at my Sire.

This is fucking too much. I’m ready to get back to earth to attend to my
pending transactions, and I know that we will capture that motherfucker
rogue vampire.

“Before you leave, please update me on the earth’s businesses,” Tsar asks,
turning to look at us.

“Sire, we have all of the business operating to the utmost capacity, hence
producing amazing revenues,” Prince Vlad says, looking at the Tsar.

“Is that so,” Tsar asks, looking at Kon.

“Tsar, the businesses on the earth realm are fine and under our total
control,” Prince Kon says, nodding.

“Excellent! Keep me informed,” Tsar says, pursing his lips, nodding.

“Will do,” I say, looking at my brothers.

“Let’s go,” Kon says, knocking his booted heels, bowing his head, relaxing
his stance.

Vlad and I also knock our heels, bowing our heads to the Tsar. Then, finally,
we turn, walking across the royal chamber.

“Safe passage,” Tsar says, turning to walk into the palace.

We walk out into the glowing hallway, the candle's flame shimmer on the
walls, casting a soft glow on the marble floors; it’s totally a romantic
quality in the palace. We walk out of the castle into the courtyard
teleporting to the portal located at the Kozlov temple. The portal is behind
the waterfall in the forest. We hurry before the portal closes.

We teleport to the City Of Sin to meet up with the Black Knight Enzo.

Kon pulls out his cell phone to text Enzo to meet up at the club.

“I hope that we get Anastasia back home,” I say, running my hands through
my hair.

“We will,” Vlad says, crossing his arms, bouncing back onto his heels.

“Enzo is at the club,” Kon says, swiping his fingers on the cell phone
screen.

“Awesome, we need to get Anastasia home,” Vlad says, running his hand
through his hair.

Kon is always the calm, patient brother, steadfast. On the other hand, Vlad
is an arrogant, uptight, and shrewd brother.

Yeah, I’m loyal, impatient, intense, love to have fun, and I love sex.

Of fuckingcourse, I’m not jaded, not yet.

So, I’m going to work on getting some time out to enjoy life to learn from
the humans.
We walk to the huge black wooden doors of the Twilight Nights Club,
where all of the supernatural beings come to the party.

The two huge Dragons, Dakari, and Iker, are the managers of the club. They
greet us at the door, lifting their chins in greeting.

“Hey Kozlov’s, it’s been a while,” Dakari says in a deep tone, his grey eyes
glitter.

“Indeed,” Kon says, nodding walking into the club.

“Later,” Vlad says, looking into the club.

“Good to see you,” Ikar says, crossing his arms over his burly chest.

“Dude, it’s great to see you,” I say, greeting Ikar. He’s a good friend, and
it’s been a while since we went out partying.

“Yeah, Dude, call me,” Ikar says, smirking.

“Will do,” I say, following my brothers into the club.

The club is busy, a flurry of activity every night as the beings party all
night. I look around at the high black wooden tables and stools with dark
velvet purple tufted cushiness. The bar has a black granite countertop and
mirror on the wall behind the bar and around the bar structure, the front area
below the countertop. The purple lighting and the private booths are also
upholstered in tufted dark purple velvet.

It’s nice, a different décor from last I attended. I look at the cute human
baristas walking around in black shorts with a white off-the-shoulder
shimmering top.

Hell yes!

I need to come more often to the party.

We walk over to the corner, sliding into the booth, nodding at the Black
Knight. Enzo is a tall, burly blonde vampire with clear blue piercing eyes.
He’s loyal, ruthless when needed, but honest and reasonable when on a
mission for the Tsar.

“Enzo, good to see you,” Kon says, fist-bumping with Enzo.

“Hey Enzo,” Vlad says, fist-bumping with him.

“Enzo,” I say, nodding, sliding into the booth, resting my arms on the table.

“Hello, your Royal Kozlov’s most humble and obedient servant,” Enzo
says, bowing his head.

“All good, give us the DETS,” Kon says, leaning back into the book.

“Sir Ivan was here, but he’s gone. The Dragon Iker heard Ivan talking to the
Demon Bruno as they exited the club. The Demon Bruno was offering Ivan
his help, and they’re heading to City Of Souls in London,” Enzo says,
rubbing his beard.

“Motherfucker is making it harder! Did Iven have Princess Anastasia with

him,” Kon growls, fisting his hand?
“Yes, she was next to Ivan; he was holding her hand,” Enzo says, nodding.
“Fuck,” I say, shaking my head.

Could it be possible that Princess Anastasia wants to be with Ivan?

It fucking seems like it.

“Enzo, we need you to go to the City Of Souls, search for Ivan and Princess
Anastasia at the Demon’s Bruno haunts and home. But, first, we need to
know what’s going on; get back asap with the DETS,” Vlad says, pulling
out his cigarette case.
Vlad pulls out a long cigarette and lights it up, taking a long drag.

It’s simply relaxing, and since it doesn’t affect us, we enjoy the habit.
“Fuck, that motherfucker better not harm Princess Anastasia,” I scoff,
looking around the club at the different cute females. It’s not often that I can
enjoy the eye candy of the various female beings. Each one is
extraordinarily unique and beautiful.

“Excuse me,” Enzo says, sliding out of the booth.

A month later.

I received a message from Enzo that he sent to all of us.

Enzo ~ Update. Ivan and Princess Anastasia are in London. Princess
Anastasia is alive, safe, and well. However, the Tsar requests that I take
them back to the Kozlov’s Palace.

Vlad ~ Thanks.
Kon ~ Good.

Dionisie ~ Awesome.
I know that our Tsar will take care of Ivan, but will Princess Anastasia be
able to move on.

Who knows what the fuck she had to live through with Ivan?
Motherfucker!

I can’t wait to talk to my cousin Anastasia. But, first, I need to confirm that
she’s okay.
The next day.

The Tsar’s Officer Bruce appears shortly after the Golden hour at the office
handing my brothers and I the missive from the Tsar.
I take the white parchment, breaking the Tsar’s blood red wax seal, the
Kozlov’s crest, the crown with roses and blood. I read the note written in
my Sire’s distinctive cursive writing.

Princes, the rogue vampire, Ivan was extremely far gone in his madness;
therefore, his execution was the only justice that was just. The extinction of
the murderer of Prince Ugo, the traitor to our by-laws, and the pure evil in
his soul has met his demise.
Tsar Rudolph Kozlov.

Fuck!
The bastard is dead.

Prince Dionisie

Ten years later.

I’m so fucking tired of the same damn thing; every day, it's the same
routine. Talking to the clients, moving the money, opening a new business,
and messing with the stocks. The stock market was a challenge, a thrill, but
it’s simply not giving me the thrill, the excitement that I crave.

I feel like a spoiled bastard, but what can I say?

You would be feeling like this if you knew that you were going to live for
an eternity, watching the world revolve.

I watch the fucking decisions the world leaders make, the wars, the greed,
and the hunger.
That downright pisses me off.

Why hunger when the motherfuckers are filthy rich.

Yeah, we’re obscenely rich, and so are the other supernatural beings that
walk along with the humans, bumping in the night.

Of fuckingcourse, we don’t advertise that we actually exist. It’s fucking

amusing to see the movies and books that the humans create.
It’s not us, we’re coexisting in the earth realm, but most of the beings have
their world in other dimensions, parallel to the planet earth.
I can’t feel guilty about being wealthy; I do everything to help feed and
clothe the people in this country, the grand USA.
I love it here.

It’s one of the best places to hide with humans.

It’s fucking insane, this clusterfuck roller coaster. The people are born, age,
and die.

I’m fucking here, watching it all.

Over, and over, and over again.

Fuck!
It’s time for me to go and mingle in the poorer neighborhoods in Las Vegas,
City of Sin.

We, the different supernatural beings, own several establishments where

the supernatural enjoy socializing and maintenance. It’s fucking
fuckingtastic to live here where we can easily blend into the nightlife; it
fucking makes it easy to conceal our supernatural inclinations without fear
of being discovered.
If the world, the humans, ever learn of the different beings that coexist in
this world, it will become a fucking chaos, apocalypse of supernatural
beings.

That fucking can’t happen. We don’t want mayor Armageddon,

Fuck!

Right1
I’m a fucking vampire!

Yeah, Prince Dionisie Kozlov. My brothers and I work here in the City Of
Sin, that’s what we call it.
I’m taking a fucking sabbatical.
I’m going to try acting as a human.
I walk down the hallway to my office, passing my brother Kon’s office. My
heart is beating faster, and I’m fucking thrilled with this wild idea.
A fucking sabbatical.
Fuck yes!

Why didn’t I think of this before, like ten years ago when everything was
getting stale, boring, and an endless cycle.
I enter my office looking at the luxury, the rich carpet, maple furniture, and
the rich drapes.

Yeah, drapes in my office.

I fall onto my dark burgundy leather chair, leaning back, closing my eyes,
resting my head on my hands, furrowing my forehead, thinking of my next
move.

“What has your panties in a bunch, cousin,” Princess Anastasia asks,

walking into my office.
I open one eye, raising my eyebrow, inhaling, exhaling.

“Fuck! What’s up, Sasha? I think that you’re doing great with all of the
transactions,” I say, leaning forwards, grabbing my cell phone.
“Yeah, I love it! Thanks for mentoring me the last few years; it means a
lot,” Sasha says, falling onto the leather chair tossing her long dark hair
over her shoulder.

“No worries, Sasha, you’re my favorite cousin,” I say, lowering my eyes.

I stare at my beautiful cousin, her violet eyes sparkle, and she smiles. Yeah,
she has the unique violet eyes; only the royal Vampires have them.

I’m so happy to see that she is okay, and that motherfucker Ivan didn’t hurt
her. She’s tough, and I’m fucking proud of her.
“I know,” Sasha scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“I’m going to take some time off, a few years, to mingle with the humans.
So, I hope you’re good at taking care of business,” I say, leaning my
forearms on the desk, looking at her.
“Yeah, all good,” Sasha says, nodding.

“Great, I’m going to tell Vlad and Kon,” I say, pushing back my chair,
standing.
“Awesome,” Sasha says, getting off her chair following me out of my
office.

“What do you plan on doing,” Sasha asks, walking next to me down the hall
to Vlad’s office.
“Come with me, and see,” I say, turning up my lips.

I knock on the wood door, pushing it open, walking into the office.
“Vlad, I decided on taking the Sabbatical that I’m always talking about,” I
say, falling onto the leather chair in front of his desk, turning up my lips.

“Well fuck! I thought you forgot about that bullshit,” Vlad says, leaning
back into the leather chair, looking at Sasha.
“Sasha, are you ready to take over for Dionisie until he gets his happy ass
back from his vacation,” Vlad says, looking at Sasha, raising his eyebrow.

“Of course, I’m ready,” Sasha huffs, taking a seat.

“Whoa, brother! It's a sabbatical, and everything has been taken care of,
don’t worry. Sasha is very capable of taking over my accounts,” I say,
crossing my leg resting my ankle on my left knee.

“Yeah, it sounds like it’s all taken care of. I’ll tell Kon and our Sire,” Vlad
says, scrubbing his face.
“Fuckingtastic! I’m out of here,” I say, pushing off the chair, staring at
Vlad.
“Fuck! What are your plans,” Vlad asks, rubbing his neck, furrowing his
forehead?
“I plan on signing up for the Navy to experience the war, the world
hardships, and struggles,” I say, resting my hands on my waist.
“Oh, that sounds exciting,” Sasha says, nodding.

“Fuck, you’re a going to be fucking off. Don’t do anything that will expose
us,” Vlad scowls, shaking his head.
“I won’t do anything stupid,” I huff, smirking.

“Right. Make sure to keep us updated on where you’re at and what the fuck
you’re doing because I know that the Tsar will be asking me every chance
he has,” Vlad growls, running his hand through his shoulder-length hair.
“Indeed, will do,” I say, nodding.

“Oh my, enjoy your time being a human,” Sasha says, laughing.
“Oh, I plan on it, Sasha! Later,” I say, walking out of Vlad’s office.

I take long strides down the hall, with a little swagger in my steps.

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 One

Blood

Five years later.

I love this fucking feeling that I get when I’m riding my bike at night. I love
the air shrouding me, the fucking moon rays caressing me in the night.
It’s a feeling that compares only to when I’m feeding and fucking.

Absolfuckinluty!

Feeding is partaking of blood; it’s the sweet ambrosia to the Vampires. But
it’s also sustenance to replenish the low iron, to control the anemia. It is not
fun if I get low on red blood cells; I get weak, fatigued, my complexion
turns whiter, and I hate when I get dizzy.

Oh yeah, my favorites.
Not.

My brother's Death and Scorpion are riding ahead of me in perfect

formation as we head back to the clubhouse after the run.
The run went down without a fucking hitch, and that’s fuckingtastic since
lately, we’ve been dealing with a lot of motherfuckers that want to take over
our turf.

It’s not going to happen on my watch, fuck no. I want my brothers, my

family to succeed. So, I’m going to make sure that they do, helping them in
every way that I can.

Of fuckingcourse without exposing my true colors.

But I’m fucking honored that I’m going to patch into the Wicked Warriors
MC; it’s happening soon, I know it is. I can’t wait to wear the MC’s colors.
I’ve been working hard on proving my loyalty to the brothers.

I pull into the clubhouse gravel road looking at the bikes parked along with
the building. It’s fucking Friday night, and it’s always packed with
hangarounds.

It’s all good; in fact, I love it because I need to feed. I only need a little
blood to keep me strong.

I turn off the bike, pulling off my helmet and gloves. I slide off the bike,
placing my helmet and gloves on the seat.

“Brother, it looks like we have fresh pussy,” Death yells, pulling out a
cigarette.

“Fuck yes,” I say, taking the cigarette that my brother is offering.

Death flicks his thumb over the silver lighter that he carries around, offering
to light me up. The lighter is a gift from his Dad; it’s fucking important to
him, just like my dagger. My Sire gave me my Rhodium dagger when I
started my rite of passage into an adult Vampire. The dagger has been in the
Kozlov family since the inception of our world. It has precious gems
encrusted on the hilt. It’s a beautiful dagger, extremely rare and priceless.
My brothers Vlad and Kon have a similar dagger they received on their
initiation, their rite of passage into adult Vampire.

It’s a fucking huge deal in the Kozlov Royal realm, my world.

I need to pay a visit to my Sire and blood brothers. Vlad, Kon, and Sasha
take care of the family businesses, allowing me to spend all of my time with
the humans, playing in the MC playground.

Thank fuck!

“I’m grabbing me some beer, and then I’ll hunt down the best pussy out
there,” I say, taking a drag of my cigarette.

“That’s what I’m sayin,” Scorpion scoffs, looking at the girls walking into
the clubhouse.

“Fuck, later, bros,” Death says, dropping the cigarette on the ground,
stomping it with his big leather boot.

“Motherfucker, I call dibs on that redhead,” Scorpion yells, following Death

into the clubhouse.

I take another drag of my cigarette before I follow them inside.

I know damn well that Wynter is waiting for me. She always waits for me to
see if I return with any injuries that would kill me.
Like if that’s going to happen!

Right.

I can’t die.

Any injuries that I get heal really fast, thank the brothers, specifically
Medic, the MC’s doctor, haven’t noticed. After Medic tends to any injury, I
make sure to change the dressings so he can’t see that it’s healed. But, of
fuckingcourse, I’m strong and healthy.

I try not to use my healing ability or teleport while I’m here playing with
the humans.

I walk towards the door to the clubhouse looking through the door at the
brothers letting rip.

Yeah, fucking fun times.

Wynter runs into me before I enter the clubhouse, like always. I wrap my
arms around her, so she doesn’t fall. But it fucking never fails; her fucking
scent invades my senses, sending a burning need to my cock, and
compelling force to feed.

That’s not good.

Princess is one of the two MC’s Princesses, and she’s a twin. She’s fucking
beautiful, sexy, and stubborn. I love all of her facets, especially when I hear
her play her guitar and when she’s kicking the club's whores ass.

Princess is a badass.

I fucking swear that she’s in danger with a capital D.

“Whoa, Princess,” I groan, closing my eyes.

“I’m so happy to see that you’re unharmed. I always worry about you,”
Wynter says, resting her hands on my chest.

My eyes roam down to look at the curves all over in the right places. Of
course, she’s always wearing a dress or skirt when she’s fucking around me.

Fucking teasing me.

“No worries, Princess, I’m good,” I say, trying to push her away without
hurting her.

It gets fucking harder every time since the chemistry is fucking off the
charts; it’s insane. The fucking electrical shock sets me on fire.

I stare at her beautiful face, the blue aura, and an ethereal light that I see
every time I touch her.

It only means one thing.

She’s my fucking soulmate.

Fucking hell!
I need to resist.
I can’t claim her!

It’s all kinds of wrong.

I don’t want to turn her into a monster..

I don’t want to cause issues with the brothers.

Fuck!

But a soulmate is not an everyday occurrence, more like once in a lifetime.

I turn her around, pushing her against the wall in the dark corner gazing into
her lust-filled eyes. I love the lime green eyes; they have gold specks that
glow. I feel my soul falling deep into her soul, feeling the connection
strengthen each time.

I need to get gone before I do something that I will regret.

I can’t encourage her.

“Blood, why do you push me away,” Wynter asks, moving her hands up my
chest.

“You’re too young, Princess,” I say because it’s fucking true.

She’s a fucking baby compared to me. Of fuckingcourse, I get that in the

human world; she’s of age, barely nineteen, almost twenty, but I can’t wrap
my head around the fact that she’s so damn young in my book.

I’m still holding her hips, leaning in closer to her pussy. I can feel the heat,
smell her scent that’s driving me crazy. My cock is throbbing, twitching,
and anxious to bury deep inside her sweet pussy.

I’m such an asshole.

I need to pull away and not show her how fucking hard I am for her.

“Blood,” Wynter moans, moving her hands up, encircling my neck, pulling
me down.
Fuck!

Her sweet lips burn; the fucking electric shock is intense. I take over the
kiss like fucking crazy man, always losing myself in her kiss. Our tongues
tangle, desperately I bite her lower lip, sucking on it. Then, finally, I grind
my cock into her fucking pussy, fucking going crazy.

This constant making out needs to stop.

I don’t know how I manage to push her away all of the time that we get all
tangled.

I gaze into her eyes as I move my hand to grab her ass, grinding my cock
against her. I need a taste of her sweet pussy.

I kiss her, devouring her mouth as I slide my hand to the front, running my
fingers over the material covering her sweet pussy. I run my finger beneath
the material, smearing them with her sweet honey as I run them up her flesh
stopping to circle the sweet nub. I bite her lip, sucking the blood that seeps.
I’m going fucking crazy; I sink one finger into her tight pussy, pulling back
to watch her come undone.

“Oh, Baby,” Wynter whimpers, moving her hips as she falls over the edge.

Damn, she’s so fucking hot, so responsive to my touch.

I move my finger out to run it up her folds, rubbing her swollen flesh. Then
I bring my hand up to my mouth, licking my fingers gazing into her heated
eyes.

Fuck!

She tastes so damn good.

I swear that she sets me on fire like no one ever has.

It must be because she’s mine.

I want to eat her sweet pussy, but I can’t, not now.

I kiss her with all the wild need that’s pushing me to claim her. I move my
other hand to grab her hair, twisting it in my hands, pulling her sweet mouth
closer, devouring her. I grab her ass with my other hand, grinding against
her pussy. She melts into me; a soft moan escapes as I release her to take a
deep breath, gazing into her eyes.

“Princess, this . . . needs,” I gasp, not finishing since Autumn shows up.

“Wynter,” Autumn says, walking out of the clubhouse looking around the
yard.

We pull apart as Autumn turns to the right and sees us. She crosses her
arms, tapping her foot, shaking her head.

I lift my chin at Autumn, looking around the yard to see if anyone is

looking at us.

“This is not good, sister,” Autumn says, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t see why not,” Wynter says, holding onto my hand.

“Autumn, good to see you. Later, Princess,” I say, kissing her cheek.
Saved by the bell!

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Blood

Ten months later.

I wrap my towel around my slim hips, rubbing my chest, walking over to

my bed. I pull off the towel, grabbing my boxers, pulling them on, looking
at my ink.

It was a fucking nuisance to get the ink on me since I had to burn it with
Vodka, lighting it up for the fire to have it penetrate into my skin. It’s the
blood that fights and heals every inch of my body, but thank fuck, the
scorching of my blood with the Vodka has worked.
I fucking love the ink; every tat means something to me, especially the
fucking face I have close to my heart. It’s the face that is always on my
mind, that’s in my soul, burning my every thought.
So, I’m fucking glad that the brothers haven’t recognized her face and
figured out who it is. But, of fuckingcourse, the brother rarely sees me
without a shirt.

Fuck!
But it’s not a great idea to act on my feelings because it wouldn’t work.
I hurry up to get dressed; I know that the party is going to start. I run my
fingers through my wet, chestnut brown hair to smooth it down, and then I
grab my belt.
“Blood, it’s fucking time for the party,” Death yells, knocking on my door.

I pull on my prospect cut, looking at it for the last time. Tonight, it’s my
patching in party, and I can’t fucking wait.

I walk over to the door, pulling it open, grinning at my brother. I fucking

love him; we’re fucking close. We were in the Navy, in the close
brotherhood of the SEALS. So, of fuckingcourse, I followed him to the
MC; it’s an invite I couldn’t refuse.

Of fuckingcourse, my brother Death was patched before he went into the

Navy since he’s the MC brat. He was born into the MC and wanted to get
some time out, so he went into the Navy. I understand where he’s coming
from, so we bonded; we’re close.

“Motherfucker, I’m so damn excited,” I yell, stepping out of my room.

“Motherfucker, it’s about fucking time,” Death yells, slapping my back.

“That’s what I’m saying, but it’s all good,” I say, nodding.

We walk down the hall and into the clubhouse. I look at my brothers
standing around, lifting their chins in greeting.

“Blood, get your fucking ass over here,” War yells, smirking.

I laugh, taking a few steps to stand next to War, my Prez, standing tall.
“Blood, I have to ask you, can the Wicked Warriors MC trust you,” War
asks, his face completely stoic.

He has to be fucking with me because there’s no way he can doubt my

loyalty.

“Absolfuckinluty! You can trust me,” I yell, nodding.

“Motherfucker, you’ve worked hard to show us your grit, your loyalty, and
strength. You always went above and beyond in completing every task,
especially in taking the Princesses everywhere they wanted to go, keeping
them safe. So welcome brother to the Wicked Warriors MC,” War yells,
slapping my back.

Oh, fuck!

Am I breaking the trust by messing with Wynter?

The VP Taz walks up holding my cut, just as fucking stoic as ever.

“Give me that prospect cut,” War yells, moving his fingers, flashing his
teeth.

I take off my prospect cut, hand it to War, and he hands me my new cut with
my name on it.

“Thank you, I’m fucking thrilled,” I yell, pumping my arm looking around
the clubhouse at my brothers hooting and stomping their feet.

I fucking love the MC; I’m fucking excited, my lips turn up, nodding at my
brothers. The club whores shake their tits at me, some pulling them out. The
club whores are fucking beautiful, always ready to please.

I’m fucking smiling so damn big, and I know that my eyes are glowing. I
only hope it’s not too noticeable because I don’t want the brothers to start
looking at me oddly.

I look around the room and see her; my blood rushes straight to my fucking
cock. I gaze into her huge light green eyes, eyes that call me to tease me
and pull me in. She smiles at me, licks her lip, fucking with me. She always
does that, and fuck if she doesn’t drive me crazy. I grind my molars, inhale
deeply, and force my fucking cock to calm the fuck down.

I know that I will fall into her soul if I get close.

I need to say away.

So, I don’t burn like the fucking moth to the flame.

It’s not happening.

But fuck, I look into her eyes for a minute longer than I should, then I
fucking force myself to move on.
Yeah, move on motherfucker!

She’s too young, I’m fucking old, a few hundred years old, and she’s the
Princess. I’m not here to cause problems in the MC; I only want to enjoy
this moment on earth with the humans, as a brother of this MC.

“Brother, come over here, let’s celebrate,” Death yells, holding tequila shots
in each hand.

Death is standing at the bar with his blood brothers, Vicious, Mayhem, and
Scorpion.

I walk over whistling, joining in the hooting with the brothers. I’m so
fucking excited; I take long strides stopping next to Death, lifting my chin
at the brothers.

“Brother, welcome to the family,” Scorpion yells, leaning against the bar.

“Fucking awesome, thanks,” I yell, looking down the bar at the brothers
standing and sitting on the bar stools.

“Let’s celebrate all fucking night,” Vicious yells, pounding his fist on the
bar countertop.

“Fuckingtastic,” I yell, taking the tequila shot from Death.

Yes, the Vampires do get drunk, but it depends on the vampire’s genetic
factor that would determine which alcoholic beverage will affect us, get us
drunk. For me, it’s Tequila and beer.

“To the Blood,” Scorpion yells, lifting his whiskey glass.

“Hell yeah,” Vicious yells, whistling.

I take a long pull of the tequila, finishing it off and slamming the shot on
the bar countertop. Then, I grab another one and the beer bottle that the
prospect Spook places next to me.

“Thanks, Spook,” I yell, lifting my chin.

Spook and I are close since we worked on several tasks together as

prospects, he has some time before he’s patched.

I shoot down the shot of Tequila followed by a long pull of my beer. I love
the feeling of being high, especially because it’s my party.

The fucking music is so damn loud that we have to yell. I look at the
clubhouse house that’s packed with the hangarounds and the MC family.

The huge room has two pool tables at the corner, the bar runs along the
back wall, and the tall tables, chairs, and sofas are scattered around the
clubhouse. The lights are flashing with the beat of the hard rock.

“Fuck brother, I’m so fucking proud of you! This here is what it’s all
about,” Death shouts, bumping his beer bottle with mine.

“Motherfucker, we’re brothers forever,” I yell, fist-bumping with Death.

“Blood, let me know if you want some ink,” Ink says, walking up to me,
taking a pull of his beer.

“Fuck yes! Let me know when you have some time,” I yell, nodding.

“I have some time on Friday morning,” Ink shouts, smirking.

“Fuckingtastic, I’ll be there,” I say, nodding, looking around the room.

Fuck!

I can’t help looking for her, she’s fucking always on my mind, and that’s
fucking insane. It’s never happened in all of my fucking hundreds of years.

Does it scare me?

It scares the fuck out of me!

I don’t know how to manage this, and I don’t want to fuck up! I don’t want
to cause any tiff with the brothers; it’s too damn important!

The Prez had the lights dimmed a while ago, and it looks like the party is
going strong; I’m feeling fucking horny, and of fuckingcourse, I need to
fuck and partake of some ambrosia.

That’s one reason I’m glad that we have the club whores because they take
care of my needs.

I look at Tina and Sally dancing, shaking their ass and tits looking over at
the bar. My cock is throbbing with need, but those bitches are not who I
want, but they’re going to have to take care of me.

My eyes drift over to look at my fucking tormentor, day, and night; she’s in
my fucking dreams, in my fucking mind, twenty-four seven.

Fuck!

“Motherfucker, I’m going to get me some pussy,” Death yells, walking

away.

I lean against the bar, listening to the music, and my brothers talk about the
last run. It was fucking chaos with the damn Head Boys; motherfuckers are
always trying to get in our turf, trying to take the package.

I pull out my cigarettes, put one to my lips, lighting up, taking a drag. I
exhale the smoke, lowering my eyelids, looking at her dance with her twin.

The fucking princesses.

I exhale, releasing the smoke, leaning against the wall, looking around the
clubhouse. I take a long pull of the beer, lowering my eyelids getting ready
to grab me some pussy.

I push off to go talk to Sally because fucking brother took Tina.

It’s all good, but first, I need to piss. So, I walk to the bathroom in the
corner, do my business, and walk out into the clubhouse. I look for Lucy,
the club whore, I walk around the corner, but I see my little Princess in a
yelling match with the fucking club whores.

What the fuck!

Then sweet Wynter fucking punches the club whore Sally's face. Sally
throws her head back, yelling, holding her nose as blood splatters all over
her body and the floor.

Fuck!

Princess broke Sally’s nose.

What’s going on?

“Next time, I’m going to kill you bitch! I told you not to mess around with
my man,” Wynter yells, throwing her long wavy dark hair over her
shoulder.

“You’re not Blood’s old lady! I don’t get where you’re coming from. You’re
a stupid little girl, Blood or any other brother will never fuck you! You’re
the Princess, but you’re also fucking little girl,” Lucy yells, bopping her
head pushing out her fake tits.
Fuck, what’s she talking about?

The brothers can’t listen to this bitch’s wild accusations. The brothers will
blow a nut gasket.
Lucy takes a few steps slapping Wynter.

Wynter rubs her face, yelling a shrilling cry of war. Her face looks flushed,
and her eyes sparkle as her upper lip turns up.
“Fuck you! I’m going to fucking shut your fucking mouth,” Wynter yells,
taking a step forward to fight with Lucy.
I look around and thank fuck the brothers are not looking at the club whores
in the corner.
I take a couple of long strides, grabbing Wynter’s arm pulling her around
towards me.

“What are you doing Princess,” I say, taking her hand, walking towards the
door and out the back of the clubhouse.
I continue to walk until we’re on the other side of the building, away from
the gate, cameras, the brothers, and anyone that can see us. It’s fucking
dark, and the moon is the only light, our only witness. I push her back onto
the wall, and I stand in front of her, taking her chin.

Wynter is so damn beautiful, but she needs to understand that this pull, this
want is not good for her or for me.
I look at her brilliant smile, the tears sparkle in the moonlight, making her
beautiful warm eyes sparkle, the golden-brown topaz specks glow. Her
lashes fan over her eyebrow as she gazes up at me. She inhales and exhales,
biting her lower lip.

Fuck!
She’s so damn hot.

But I need to fight it.

I need to calm her the fuck down and figure out what’s the problem before
it becomes a huge problem with the brothers, especially if it’s about me.

“Princess, what’s going on,” I ask, holding her hands, inhaling deeply,
shuddering as her delicious clean floral scent invades my senses.
I need to control my incisors.

I can’t fuck and drink her blood.

That will be disastrous because I know that I will be fucking addicted to her
taste.

My fucking cock is hard, throbbing with need.

“Blood, I’m so tired of watching you go to the club whores knowing that
you’re going to fuck them, especially when I know that you feel this pull
that we have,” Wynter whispers, pulling her hands from my hold.
“Princess, you’re too young, and the Brothers will not approve,” I say,
moving my hand to tuck her lock behind her ear.

“I’m not, I’m over age, have been for a while, now you don’t have a
fucking excuse to run,” Wynter says, moving her hands up around my neck
pulling me closer to her mouth.
“You have no idea how old I am,” I state, looking at her luscious lips.

Wynter goes onto her toes and kisses me, sliding her sweet tongue into my
mouth. The wild passion explodes, the warm tingle rushes through my
veins.
Of fuckingcourse I take over the kiss; I can’t fucking stop.

I take her tongue, stroking and tangling it with mine, inhaling her breath.
“I want you,” Wynter moans, running her hand over my jeans, grabbing my
hard cock.

I hiss, closing my eyes. It feels so damn good.

I move my hands up her shirt to cup her firm breast running my finger over
her tight nipple.
I fucking feel her tremble with my touch; I know that she feels the fucking
heat, the electricity that we create.
I can smell her sweet blood, and I’m fucking ready to explode in my
fucking pants like the first time when I was young.
Wynter moans, running her hands through my long shoulder-length hair
driving me insane. I lean into her, rubbing my achingly hard cock.
I move my mouth down her jaw, down her slender neck, sucking and
kissing her. I’m going crazy for her, and I need her so damn bad. Finally, I
stop at the jugular vein, feeling her heartbeat against my lips.
Fucking hell!

I want to taste her sweet blood, her sweet pussy, and fuck her forever.
“Blood, let’s go to my room,” Wynter moans, moving her hand up under my
black thermal shirt.

Her touch burns me, pushing my need for her up another notch.
“Sweet Baby, you’re driving me crazy,” I groan, pulling her closer to me.

“Please don’t stop,” Wynter moans.

I push up her shirt, pulling her bra down, as I move my hungry mouth to
take her tight nipple in my mouth. I’ve never had the chance to taste her
sweet breast until now.

I lick the tight flesh, swirling my tongue around, then I suck it deep inside
my mouth. She moans, driving me crazy, my fucking incisors emerge, I
scrape them over the taut nipple, I fucking want to sink them into her soft
flesh, but I can’t; I need to stop.
“Fuck! Baby, we need to stop,” I grunt, pushing my cock against her heat.

I can smell her delicious scent; I can feel her searing heat radiating from her
pussy. It’s been so fucking long since I tasted her sweet honey.
Wynter is mine; I can feel it in my soul.

I wave my hand to create a shield for us, shielding us from anyone that can
come out. I release her nipple with a pop, exposing her other breast. I gaze
into her sexy droopy eyes, her swollen lips, and her breasts are cupped by
her bra.
Fuck, she’s so damn beautiful

I lean down to suck the other nipple while I rub my fingers over the other
one. She holds my head close to her breast.
I fall to my knees, throwing one leg over my shoulder pushing her skirt up.
I stare at the white material covering her sweet pussy. I slide the material to
the side, leaning to inhale her sweet scent. I run my fingers over her folds,
smearing her wet honey over her swollen flesh.

I’m fucking losing control.

I need to stop but fuck if I can.

I run my tongue over her flesh, licking up her sweet honey, stopping to suck
her swollen flesh.
“Oh, Baby, that feels so damn good,” Wynter whimpers, pulling my face
into her pussy.
I sink my tongue into her pussy, holding onto her ass bringing her pussy
closer to my mouth. I devour my pussy, sucking and biting her sweet flesh.
“This pussy is fucking mine,” I growl, sucking her swollen nub.
“Baby, please, let’s go to my room because I want you to feel you every
which way. I need you to fuck me,” Wynter moans, holding me close to her
pussy.
I pull away from her, looking up into her heated eyes.
“Fuck! Let’s go,” I say without thinking before I change my mind.

I stand, moving my hands to adjust her top; I take her hand. We walk to the
back door, walking into the clubhouse. Thank fuck it’s so damn crowded,
and the brothers are all fucking drunk or fucking a club whore. I don’t think
anyone sees us, but I wave my hand to create the shield again. We walk
down the hall to my room; thank fuck it not too far from the door.
I open the door, and we walk inside, closing the door and locking it. I don’t
want to risk anyone fucking interrupt us.
Wynter walks over to the bed, grabbing the tequila bottle that’s on the
nightstand. She takes a pull and then hands it to me.
I fucking take the bottle, taking a long pull enjoying the burn slide down my
throat. My body is on fire for Wynter, and the fucking tequila only enhances
every single fiery burn in my veins.

“Princess, are you fucking sure,” I ask, walking over to her.

“Yes, I want you,” Wynter says, pulling off her top.

“Take off your clothes,” I growl, undoing my jeans.

I watch her take off her bra, and then she pushes down her skirt and panties.
I’m going crazy; I take off my cut, dropping it on the chair. I take off the
thermal shirt, and then I kick off my boots, undoing my jeans looking at her
look at me.

I grab my fucking hard cock, stroking it; it’s so damn hard, ready to fucking
blow.
“Baby, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I growl, pushing off my jeans.

My cock bops, standing proud.

“Blood, stop teasing me,” Wynter whimpers, moving up to touch my cock.

Fuck!
Her hand drives me crazy; I need to take control.

“Baby, let me taste your sweet pussy again,” I growl, taking her hand,
pushing her back onto the bed.
I spread her legs, running my fingers over her pussy; damn, she’s so fucking
wet for me. I lean in, licking up the sweet honey from her flesh. I fight the
need to sink my incisors into her swollen flesh, drinking her blood. I know
that once I taste her, I’m not ever going to let her go.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” Wynter groans, pushing her hips up, pulling my
head closer.
“Come for me, Baby,” I growl, licking and sucking her flesh.
My incisors emerge; I scrape her swollen flesh, going insane with the need
to partake of her sweet blood. I inhale deeply, shuddering; it’s fucking
intoxicating.
I suck her sweet flesh, sinking my incisors into her swollen nub, drinking
some sweet ambrosia. I lick up the wound so it can heal. I suck her swollen
flesh, slipping a finger inside, feeling the tight pussy grasp my finger.

“Blood,” Wynter yells as she falls over the edge.

“Baby, call me Dionisie when I’m fucking you,” I growl, rubbing her
swollen flesh with my finger, smearing her honey. I suck up to her honey,
rubbing my face into her pussy, wanting to inhale her scent, to spread her
honey all over my face.

I move up, kissing and nibbling her stomach, up to enjoy her breasts. I
know that she’s so fucking close to come again.
My cock throbs, it fucking aches to fuck her. I need to get a condom on, so I
don’t get her pregnant. Yeah, she’s mine, my soulmate, and that means I can
get her pregnant. I can’t get the other human women pregnant, but I still use
a condom to avoid any questions.

I grab my jeans, pull out the condom, ripping the package with my teeth. I
roll the condom on my cock, looking at her panting, grabbing her nipple.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

Fuck, I know that she’s still a virgin, but she’s fucking mine. I need to taste
her, make her mine.
“Baby, I’m going to fuck you,” I growl, rubbing my cock along her wet
flesh. I sink the tip inside her pussy, and then I pull it out. I sink in deeper
each time, stretching her tight pussy, pulling out to rub my cock on her
swollen flesh.
“Yes, stop teasing me,” Wynter whimpers, lifting her hips.

I plunge into her pussy tearing through the thin membrane, leaning down to
kiss her, taking the moan in my mouth.
I kiss her as intensely as I fuck her, making her mine, branding her. I move
my mouth down her jaw, stopping to bite into her neck, pushing her over
the edge with me.
“Come for me, Baby,” I grunt, thrusting one more time.
“Dionisie,” Wynter yells, holding me closer.

I love hearing her yell my name.

I fucking swear that our souls soar to the outer realms, through the universe.
I stay on top of her, feeling her pussy spasm, clasping my cock in a tight
grasp.
“Baby, you’re so fucking amazing,” I groan, licking the bite so it can heal. I
wave my hand over her lower body to heal her pussy from my invasion.

“That was amazing,” Wynter says, running her fingers through my hair.
I pull away from her, falling onto my back, pulling her with me. She’s on
my chest; I gaze into her eyes to see if she’s still happy about this.
“Baby, how are you feeling? I was a little rough with you,” I say, thinking
about the intense pounding I gave her.
After all of this fucking time of making out and letting her go, I needed, no,
I was so fucking crazy, needing to fuck her.

“It was fuckingtastic! That was awesome, better than I dreamed. I’m not
hurting at all. Stay with me all night,” Wynter says breathlessly.
I look at her smile, her eyes shine, and she looks so fucking beautiful and
happy. She’s mine, I just made her mine, but I still need to claim her as my
soulmate. I need to do the Vampire rite as I fuck her and drink her blood.
But it’s not the right time.
I need to think about it.
“Baby, I don’t want ever to catch you fucking those stupid, nasty club
whores,” Wynter says, straddling my waist, leaning down to kiss me.
What the fuck can I say.
She doesn’t deserve for me to be fucking around when I know deep down in
my soul that she’s my soulmate. I wouldn’t let any man touch her, but the
brothers will only honor that she’s mine if I make her my old lady.

Fuckingtastic!
This is running away from me; I’m losing control.
I fucking knew this would happen if I gave in to this fucking wild need, this
connection.
Wynter shifts her hot wet pussy, rubbing her sweet pussy over my cock,
making me so fucking hard.

She’s fucking playing with fire, taking the tip of my cock inside her pussy,
driving me insane. I grab her hips, trying to keep her from taking me inside
her tight pussy.
Fuck!
She has fucking sweetest pussy ever; it’s mine.
I fucking take over the kiss because the fiery need rushes through my body,
making me all fucking hard, so damn ready to fuck her again.

I move my finger over her swollen flesh, rubbing it, loving to hear her sighs
and moans.
“Baby, this pussy is mine, the only mine,” I grunt as she takes me all inside
her pussy.
“Yes, Dionisie, it’s only your pussy,” Wynter whimpers, shifting her hips.
I flip her overtaking charge, thrusting inside her sweet pussy that’s fucking
with my mind. It feels so damn good going bareback; I shift my hips,
grinding into her pussy hearing her whimper.
“That’s it, Baby, hold onto my cock,” I grunt, thrusting deeper inside.
I grab her hands, holding them above her head, causing her breasts to push
up. I lean down to suck and bite one tight nipple. I then suck the sweet
flesh, leaving my mark. The sweet tingle rushes through my spine, my cock
swells, my balls grow tight, and I know that I’m going to blow.

I don’t think that I can pull out.

Fuck!
I suck the other nipple, sinking my incisors into her flesh as I trust one more
time inside my pussy, feeling Wynter climax around my cock.
“Oh my god, Dionisie,” Wynter yells, clenching her pussy tight, grasping
my cock.

“Yes, Baby, keep on squeezing my cock,” I groan, licking the wounds on

her nipple.
I don’t think that I can stop fucking her. My fucking cock wants more.
This is insane.
“Baby, I love your cock fucking me,” Wynter says, biting my neck.

Fuck if that doesn’t get me fucking hard again.

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Wynter

Months later.

I hate that my brothers and the fucking MC brothers treat me like a fucking
little girl, especially Blood.

Blood treats me like a little girl, and that’s why I’m so fucking pissed off.

I get that I’m the Princess, well, one of the princesses. I get that he’s older
but not that much older.

Fucking hell.

Blood is always fucking running away when I know that he wants me. I see
the lust in his beautiful violet eyes, his shallow breathing, and then he walks
away.

Then, don’t get me started.

What I absolfuckinluty hate and I don’t get is that at times, he caves, treats
me amazingly, and of fuckincourse we make love.
Then after, Blood fucking acts plain stupid.

As if he regrets it.

Is Blood that fucking scared of my brothers?

That’s fucking absurd.

I’m not a fucking little girl.

What the fuck!

I know that my brothers have Blood in high esteem, especially Death;

they’re fucking close.

War didn’t have an issue having Blood take Autumn and me everywhere we
wanted when he was prospecting. So that means that War, the Prez, my
brother trusts and likes him, right?

Blood was so fucking sweet when he did. So damn patient, and he always
helped when I asked him. My favorite is when he helped me learn to play
the guitar. Then, he showed Autumn and me to shoot the Glock per the Prez
orders.

“Wynter, are you ready,” Autumn asks, walking into my room.

“Yeah, I have a long list; what about you,” I ask, pulling my hair through
the scrunchie, turning to look at my sister.

She looks so damn happy.

But why?

“Oh yeah, I want to get two or three outfits to wear to our birthday party,”
Autumn's lips turn up; her smile is fucking huge as she looks at her cell
phone.

“Who in the fuck are you texting,” I ask, walking over to look over her
shoulder. I see the message, raising my eyebrows.
 Text ~ When can I see you?

“A guy I met,” Autumn says, closing her eyes, twirling around.

“Who in the hell is he,” I ask, furrowing my forehead.

I don’t remember her meeting anyone.

What the fuck?

“He’s a fucking badass,” Autumn says, twirling her hair staring at the cell
phone.

“Tell me,” I squeal, glaring at my sister.

“He’s so fucking hot, and I can’t wait to see him again,” Autumn says,
looking at her cell.

“Well, what’s his name,” I ask, wondering who, in the hell it is.

I don’t remember Autumn talking to any brother or her talking to any

random strange.

“I’m going to invite him to our birthday party,” Autumn says, nodding.

“Okay, who in the hell is he: Tell me! I tell you everything about Blood and
me,” I snarl, resting my hands on my hips.

“Yeah, but Blood is a brother, and fuck, I don’t see any issues. But Fiend,
he’s one of the Men Of Mayhem in the Satan’s Warriors MC; he’s Poison’s
brother,” Autumn says, biting her lower lip.

“Fuck,” I say, rolling my eyes.

I’m trying to remember the biker, but I don’t because I was busy with
Blood.

“Yeah, I don’t know how War will take it,” Autumn says, moving her
fingers over the cell.
Autumn smiles as she enters a text; a soft flush is on her face; she looks so
damn happy. I hope that War doesn’t have a fucking issue with Fiend.

“There isn’t any reason why he should make a fuss. Really, he’s our brother,
not our father, and besides, we get to decide who we love,” I huff, crossing
my arms looking at her.

“Okay, now tell me what’s up with Blood,” Autumn asks, sliding the cell
phone into her black leather jacket side pocket.

“What’s there to say, really? The man is fucking hot and cold; he gives me
whiplash,” I scoff, looking for my wallet.

“Sis, I hear you, but he is a brother, and I know that he loves you,” Autumn
says, nodding.

“Of fuckingcourse, he loves me, but the man is fucking driving me crazy,” I
say, throwing my hands up in the air, shaking my head.

“Everything will work out,” Autumn says, nodding.

“Absolfuckinluty,” I say, smiling.

“You know, I always knew that you two would end up together because he
was always so sweet to you. He always has his eyes on you,” Autumn says,
crossing her arms.

“Crazy motherfucker! I’m going to make him step up because this is

insane,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Let’s get gone,” Autumn says, grinning.

“Fuckingtastic, let’s get gone,” I say, walking out of my room.

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Blood

It’s fucking crazy; the clubhouse is packed for a Thursday night. I take a
long pull of my beer, looking through the mirror behind the bar at Wynter.

Of fuckingcourse I’m always watching her, taking care of what’s mine.

I’m all over the place with her, running hot and cold.

What’s holding me back?

I’m a fucking monster!

My brothers, especially Death.

Absolfuckinluty, my fucking age, is fucking messing with my mind.

I scrub my face, closing my eyes as I try to control the urge to walk over to
Wynter and fucking claim her as mine.

But.
There is always a but, the fucking issue is what then?
Do I tell her that I’m a monster in the human books?
That I’m a Vampire from another world?

Do I turn her?

If not, can I bear watching her die when the time comes?

Yeah, it’s not that simple, folks.

It’s not only the brothers' issue.

It's a fucking ton of issues.

Of fuckingcourse, I’m damned if I do or damn if I don’t.

Fuck!

I need to get gone.

“Spook,” I signal to my brother, the prospect tending the bar.

Spook walks over, wiping the bar countertop, lifting his chin.

“What can I get you,” Spook says, throwing the cloth on the counter behind
the bar.
“Get me a bottle of Tequila,” I say, pulling out my pack of cigarettes.

I pull a cigarette putting it in my lips, lighting it up, inhaling deeply of the

nicotine that gives me a fucking buzz. Of fuckingcourse, it sure as fuck
wouldn’t kill me, so I smoke for the high like the brothers smoke their
blunts. Let me tell you, those fuckers only get me dizzy, not cool.

Spook places the bottle of Tequila on the bar; nodding walks away to attend
to a brother at the end of the bar.

I take the bottle, pushing off from the bar, walking to my room to relax, and
decide on what to do with my sweet Baby.
I walk into my room, close the door, and fall onto my bed, staring at the
ceiling. The moonlight illuminates my room, giving me some positive
energy, some peace.

The moon's rays provide a sense of serenity, calming my soul.

My cell beeps; I pull it out of my cut inside pocket, looking at the name.

Fuck!

I slide my finger over the screen to answer, closing my eyes.

“Dionisie, you need to get your happy ass here, in Vegas, asap,” Vlad yells.

I pull my earphone out, shaking my head, then I replace the earphone. My

ear is fucking throbbing.

“What the fuck,” I snarl, closing my eyes.

“Now,” Vlad grunts, ending the call.

Fuck!

Big brother is summoning me. I wonder what the fuck is happening. I need
to change, but first, I need a fucking shower.

A few minutes later, I walk out of the shower drying my hair with the towel.
I run my hand over the goatee that I started to wear.

Wynter fucking loves it.

Fuck!
I need to stop thinking about her and get my ass to the City Of Sin to talk to
the brothers. It’s fuck important.
I grab the jeans and white shirt from the closet, dressing quickly. I run my
fingers through my long hair, tying it with the black leather strip.
My cell phone is on the dresser, so I grab it, turn, walk out of my room,
down the hall, and out the back door across the yard.
Nobody will see me disappear from the rear yard.
I teleport to City Or Sin into my office. I look around, noticing that
everything is still where I left it.

I walk to the door, out of my office down the hall to talk to Vlad. I walk into
his office, raising my right eyebrow.

“Fucking hell, what’s the problem, bro? I know that you can handle the
business in the City Of Sin,” I say, smirking.

I look out into the dark behind the building, pulling out my pack of
cigarettes. I pull one out and light it up.

Fuck, smoking is only recreational for me because it sure as hell wouldn’t

hurt me.

“Kon will be here; you need to be here; it’s important,” Vlad snaps.

“Why don’t we meet at home. I would like to have dinner at home with our
Sire,” I ask, taking a drag of my cigarette.

“This is important, it has to do with our powers and why we’re so weak,”
Vlad snaps.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I have noticed that I’m always
feeling weak, but I thought it was because I’m not getting enough
ambrosia,” I say, rubbing my emerging incisors with my tongue.

“Dionisie, this is important shit. You need to start acting like the Kozlov
Prince,” Vlad growls.

“Fuckingtastic! You’re fucking uptight! You need to calm down; we have

eternity to get shit done,” I say, looking at the moon.

It’s a full moon; partaking of the ambrosia on a full moon makes the nectar
extra nutritional. My incisors extend completely out; it’s fucking time to
partake of some ambrosia because I’ve been feeling weak. It’s been a few
days since I’ve been with Wynter. She’s the only one that I drink from.

“Don’t you think that you’ve been on this sabbatical for far too damn long?
I need you to get your ass here and for you to pull your weight in the
corporations. Instead, you and Kon are fucking around with the humans
when we have shit to take care of,” Vlad snarls.

I chuckle, shaking my head.

“Vlad, it’s only been a few years. I want to enjoy being a human as long as
possible. So I went into the Navy, and now I’m enjoying the MC lifestyle. I
love playing in the MC playground. So, what the fuck is the problem? I’m
not ready to get back, not until they start noticing that I’m not getting old,” I
snap, taking a long drag of my cigarette.

“It’s absolute bullshit,” Vlad says, running his fingers through his short hair.

“Hey brothers,” Kon says, walking into the office, unbuttoning his black,
expensive Italian suit button, pulling at his cufflinks.

Of fuckingcourse, Kon will be playing in the high society playground.

I roll my eyes, shaking my head. Like if we don’t get enough of that bullshit
at home.

“Kon, glad that you made it on time,” Vlad says, nodding.

“Always here for the cause,” Kon says, leaning against the wall crossing his
legs, sliding his hands into his slack pockets.

“We have a crisis; it’s actually a supernatural crisis,” Vlad says, leaning
back into his chair, resting his arm on the armrest, looking at us.

“What’s up,” I ask, furrowing my forehead.

“The werewolf Dane should be here at any moment. He will give us the
details,” Vlad says, nodding.

“It sounds bloody interesting,” Kon says, turning up his lips.

“Fuck! The English are rubbing off on you,” Vlad says, leaning forward,
resting his arms on the desk.

“It’s been utterly pleasurable these last few years. I’m enjoying taking care
of the City Of Souls businesses,” Kon says, nodding.
The elevator beep alerts us of someone entering our offices. We listen to the
footsteps and the breathing of the man.

“Prince Vladimir,” Dane, yells walking down the hallway.

“Dane, come to the last office,” Vlad says, pushing off his chair. He walks
out of the office to get him.

“Prince Vladimir, thanks for meeting up. It’s extremely important,” Dane
says, walking into the office after Vlad.

“Have a seat. Would you care to have a drink,” Vlad says, looking at him?

“I’m good,” Dane says, nodding.

“Dane, this is Prince Konstantin and Prince Dionisie,” Vlad says, waving
his hand, as he falls onto his chair, leaning back.

“Hey,” Dane says, lifting his chin at us.

“Dane, what do you have,” Kon says, looking at Dane.

“I accidentally witnessed an extremely important event while I was out on

my run,” Dane says, rubbing his beard.

“Dane, tell us what you saw,” Vlad says, steepling his fingers.

I turn to look at the werewolf Dane, wondering what the fuck is so damn
important.

“I was on my late run a couple of weeks ago, and I encountered Lucifer. He

looked very agitated, pacing around the fire pit.
My first thought was what is Lucifer up to. I stared at him, pacing, waving
his arms, so my curiosity was roused. I stopped to watch, borrowing deeper
against the tree, making sure that Lucifer didn’t see me.
Of fuckincourse being part of the werewolves has its merits as I can travel
in stealth, undetected even by Lucifer.
Lucifer was standing by the edge of the forge, throwing back his head in his
fury, his dark brown hair tied back with a black leather strip, his goatee
shining with the blaze of the fire before him.

His tall, powerful stance vibrates with power as he lifts his hands in the air
and starts to chant. His piercing clear blue eyes glow in the night as he
speaks what sounded like a fucking rhyme. This is what he yelled as he
waved his hands.

Forged by Twilight, Cursed by Fire.

Powers of each divided by my Ire.
Sever them in three.
One to true love it will be.
One to the nearest object the curse will keep.
The last with the beings it will sleep.
To bring weakness to might, all three will need to be right.
Forged in Fire and light, bringing all being's powers together to be put to
right.
His fury was palpable, his chant ominous; with the last word, I felt a ripping
sensation deep in my being, I opened my mouth to growl in pain, but the
sound was strangled in my throat as I blackout.
My royal highness asked me to visit the royal beings to inform you of the
curse,” Dane says, crossing his arms looking at us.

“It’s absolfuckinluty unbelievable that Lucifer dares to curse the

supernatural beings,” Kon snarls, pushing off the wall.
He starts to pace, shoving his hands into his slacks pockets.

“What does it all mean,” I ask, looking at Dane, raising my right eyebrow.
“Has anyone figured out what it entails,” Vlad asks, lowering his eyelids?
“So far, the consensus is that the curse has weakened our powers, and it
needs to be broken. The chant gives the steps that need to take place in
order to break it. The royal entities of each faction need to do each step.
One is to find true love, your soul mate. Two, the object, a talisman, needs
to be located among the royals. Three the curse is in effect, sleeping in the
object of the royal beings until the objects are brought together to sever the
curse,” Dane says, staring at us.

“It sounds fucking absurd,” Kon snarls, stopping in front of Dane.

“That means we need to mate, find our soulmate,” I say, rubbing my goatee.

“That sounds like extreme methods to break the fucking spell,” Vlad snarls,
curling his fingers into a tight fist.
“It is real since all of the beings are running on close to one-fourth of their
powers,” Dane says, rubbing his beard.

Well, fuck me.

It seems like I need to fucking mate with my Baby.

“What object is it,” Kon asks, crossing his arms.

“My royal highness believes that it must be something precious, a talisman
of the royal beings,” Dane says, nodding.

“Fuck, we need to tell Tsar Kozlov of this curse. Maybe our Sire will have
an idea of what this talisman would be,” Vlad says,
“Well, I need to go because I have two more meetings,” Dane says, pushing
off his chair.

“Thanks, thank you, later,” we say, looking at Dane.

“Let me show you out,” Vlad says, pushing off his chair.

“No need,” Dane says, shaking his head.

“Thanks again,” Vlad says, looking at me.
I pull at my goatee, waiting for this meeting to be over.
“What the fucking hell do you think is the talisman,” Kon says, taking the
empty chair.

“It has to be one of the royal objects that we possess because I sure as hell
don’t think it’s just any object in the kingdom,” I say, turning up my lips.
“Motherfucker, your time with the humans is making you obnoxious,” Vlad
says, scrubbing his face.

“What fuckingever,” I say, lifting my shoulders.

“I think that we need to review this with our Sire,” Kon says, uncrossing his
legs.
“Yeah, I want to go home to visit our Sire,” I say, nodding.

“Sounds good; let’s go tomorrow at the Golden Hour when the portal
opens,” Vlad says, tapping his fingers on the desk.
“Splendid,” Kon says, nodding.

“We need to look for our soulmate, and that’s going to be fucking hard. She
can be anywhere in the fucking world, and I don’t have time for this
bullshit,” Vlad says, grinding his molars.
“Indeed, that’s going to be a chore,” Kon says, nodding.

“I found my soulmate,” I say, in a low tone, rubbing my neck.

“Fucking hell! That’s bloody incredible,” Kon says, pushing off his chair
staring at me with his cynical smirk.

Fucking asshole.
“What do you mean? I’ve known for a while,” I say, lifting my shoulders.

“What does that mean? Have you not claimed her,” Vlad says, raising his
eyebrows?
“Not yet,” I huff, shaking my head.
“Why bloody not,” Kon asks, looking at me.

“I don’t want to see her die,” I say, grinding my molars pushing off my
chair.
“That’s fucking absurd since you can turn her,” Kon snarls, shaking his
head raising his hands.

“I don’t know if I want to do that to her. I don’t want to take her mortality
from her,” I scoff, pacing around the room.
“What the fuck does that mean,” Vlad snarls, leaning back in his chair
lowering his eyelids.

“It means that I’m fucking confused! I love her so much, yet I fear losing
her when she learns of our existence,” I say, stopping closing my eyes,
throwing back my head.
“You’re being a fucking idiot,” Vlad says, shaking his head.

“Indeed, you’re a bloody sod,” Kon says, throwing back his head, his
laughter flowing out from deep in his chest.
He’s fucking enjoying my conundrum.

Motherfucker.
“Fucking claim her,” Vlad snarls, pushing off his chair.

“Bloody hell, claim her mate,” Kon says, turning up his lips.
“I will,” I say, nodding looking out the window.

“I need to go since it’s early in City Of Souls, and I have an appointment

with one of the managers,” Kon says, lifting his chin.
“Later,” I say, walking down the hall.

“Don’t forget to meet up at the portal at the Golden hour,” Vlad yells.
“Will do,” I say, teleporting.

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Wynter

A few weeks later.

It’s our birthday, we’re fucking twenty-one, and it’s fucking awesome!

It’s my birthday, and I’m fucking excited because War got Autumn and me
our own Glock.

Autumn is my twin sister; we don’t look alike; she fucking hates shooting,
fighting, and anything to do with “brother stuff,” as she puts it. She’s all
prissy, dreams of Prince Charming, and happy ever after.

What fuckingever.

Absolfuckinluty I want my man, but I want a fucking badass brother, that’s

what I want. I have my eye on one, this brother fucking makes me melt
when he’s near, but he doesn’t look at me.

Yeah, I get it! First, he was a prospect, and then he got patched in three
years ago, but I was younger but now, what the fuck!

Crazyfuck!
War is my blood brother, our older brother, and he’s also the Prez of the
Wicked Warriors MC. Autumn and I were born into the MC, which makes
us the MC’s princesses. My other brothers, Vicious, Death, and Scorpion,
are also in the MC so that you can say that we’re protected, but War wants
us to learn how to shoot and kickass, just in case.

It’s fuckingtastic!

But Autumn doesn’t like this training, but she has no choice because War
wants us trained to kill, ready if and when we need to because the MC is
always in some fucking war with the fucking rivals or mafia.

I hold the smooth, cool steel, loving the surge of power, the thrill rushing
through my veins when I hold my Glock. I inhale, exhale, lowering my
eyelids, focusing on the target. I got this, I squeeze the trigger, and I fucking
hit the damn coke can.

Of fuckingcourse, I jump and yell, looking at the cans and turning to look at
War.

“Fuckingtastic,” War yells, nodding his head, resting his hands on his waist,
looking out at the cans on the boulder in the back of the yard.

“War, I’m a fucking badass,” I yell, turning my lips up, bopping my head.

“I don’t know why you have such a bloodthirst! This is supposed to be self-
defense training,” Autumn moans, shaking her head, rolling her eyes.

“Fuck, and you’re always so damn uptight! It’s your turn,” I yell, leaning
against the tree looking at my sister.

My sister's issue is that she doesn’t want to live in the MC because we lost
our Dad and Mom a few years ago because of the MC’s war with the rival
MC.

Dad is in the pen for life for killing the Prez of the Satan’s Warriors because
Mom fucked around with him. The Satan’s Warriors VP killed our VP, and
he’s in the pen. It’s all fucked up, and no one wins. My Mom fucking
disappeared, leaving us; we were only eleven, which is fucking fucked up,
right. I don’t try not to think about Mom, but Autumn wants her to come
back.

What fuckingever.

I don’t care because I’m fucking happy here, but Autumn, she misses Mom.

Of fuckingcourse, Autumn is sensitive, and I try to be her BFF, be there for

her, and not just be her sister.

I watch Autumn focus; she moves her finger over the trigger. I watch her
press the trigger; I turn to look at the cans.

“Fuck yes! We’re fucking badass twins,” I yell, jumping.

“You Princess need to curb that bloodthirst! I wanted you to be able to

defend yourself, not go after the motherfuckers that cross you,” War groans,
scrubbing his face.

“What fuckingever! Brother dearest, thank you for the gift; it’s such a
beautiful Glock,” I say, smirking. I tuck the Glock behind my waistband.

I hug War, going onto my toes to kiss his cheek.

“Welcome,” War says, nodding.

“Yeah, thanks,” Autumn says, hugging War. Autumn kisses him on the other
cheek.

Autumn tucks her Glock behind her waistband.

“I’m going to take a shower to get ready for our birthday party,” I yell,
skipping across the yard.

“Fuck, you best behave,” War groans, scrubbing his face.

“Wait up, Sis,” Autumn yells, running after me.

We run into the clubhouse laughing, racing down the hall to our rooms. We
stop at the door, blow each other kisses, laughing.

Our face is flushed, our eyes sparkle, and we’re over the moon.

“Have fun with Fiend,” I say, turning the doorknob.

“Yes, you have fun with Blood,” Autumn says, laughing a deep throaty
sound.

“I’m going to jump his bones, keep him all night in my room,” I whisper,
leaning closer to her.

“Yes, me too,” Autumn whispers, nodding.

We open the doors and walk into the rooms to get ready for the party.

A few hours later.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy Birthday

Princesses, Happy Birthday to you.”

The Wicked Warriors MC plus the Satan’s Warriors MC are here

celebrating our birthdays.

“Blow out the candles,” shouts Poison, my brother War, the Prez Old Lady.

Autumn and I blow out the candles, and the club whores rush over to cut
the cake and hand it out to the brothers and guests.

“Baby, happy birthday,” Blood says, smiling at me pulling me closer to his

side.

“Thank you,” I say, wrapping my arm around his waist.

I’m so fucking excited because Blood has been next to me all night. He’s
fucking sweet, attentive, and being more affectionate.

Which is fucking surprise since we were always on the down low.

Autumn is with her man Fiend, and he’s fucking hot.

I go onto my toes, pulling him to whisper in his ear.

“Baby, you wanna kiss me? You wanna fuck me,” I whisper, biting Blood’s
ear.

I fucking love to feel him lose it; his body shudders.

Blood wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer, running his hot
open mouth kiss along my neck, inhaling deeply. I love it when he does that
because it’s like he loves my scent.

“Yes,” Blood whispers, biting my earlobe sending a delicious chill down

my spine. He pulls me closer, and I can fucking feel his hard yummy cock.

“Happy Birthday, Baby,” Blood says in a low, raspy voice.

He kisses me with all of the wild need, devouring my lips. He bites and
sucks my lip, tangling his tongue with mine, taking all, he wants.

Whoa.

Blood is kissing me in front of everyone!

Oh yeah.

It’s my birthday.

He wants to kiss me.

He wants to fuck me.

“Baby, let’s disappear,” I whisper against his lips as he pushes me against

the Pavilion’s post.

Blood smiles flashing his even white teeth, resting his forehead on mine.

“Are you sure you want to leave your party so soon,” Blood asks, gazing
into my eyes?
“Hmm, yes,” I say, biting my lower lip, nodding.

I pull back, smiling, running my fingers through his hair.

“Fuckingtastic,” Blood says, taking my hand in his walking across the yard
to my room.

As soon as we enter my room, Blood locks the door, pushing me against the
door gazing into my eyes with wild hunger.

“Baby, I need you like now,” Blood growls, grabbing the dress, pulling up it
over my head, leaving me in my black sexy lace panties.

Blood takes a step back, slowly looks into my eyes, moving on to look at
my lips and neck, stopping to look at my swollen breasts and down my flat
stomach.

“Oh yeah, you’re fucking perfect, and your all mine,” Blood says, taking off
his cut throwing it on the chair. He takes off his button-down shirt,
unbuckles his jeans, pulls down the zipper, kicks off his black leather boots
and jeans.

His yummy cock bobs proudly as he walks over to me.

“Baby, let me see if you’re ready for me because I can’t wait to fuck your
sweet pussy,” Blood says, grabbing my panties, tearing them off.

He falls onto his knees, grabbing my leg, throwing it over his shoulder. He
rubs his face into my pussy, something that he loves to do.

Oh my god!

That right there gets me so fucking horney.

I grab his head, pulling him close to my pussy, moaning.

“I’m going to devour this sweet pussy,” Blood snarls, sucking my swollen
flesh.

He loves to suck my swollen flesh before he fucks me.

“Dionisie,” I yell as my pussy spasms, releasing some honey.

“Oh yeah, Baby,” Blood growls, sucking my flesh.

He buries his face into my pussy, licking and sucking all of my honey as I
pull him closer. His hot breath sends a delicious chill up my body; my
nipples get harder. I run my hands up my stomach, cupping my breasts and
twisting my nipples.

“That’s it, Baby, give me more of your honey,” Blood groans, sinking his
tongue inside my pussy with a thick finger.

I move my hips, riding his tongue and finger.

“Oh my god, Dionisie,” I yell, pulling his hair.

Blood releases my pussy, pushing up grabs my leg placing it on his hip as

he thrusts hard, deep into my pussy, gazing into my eyes.

“I own this pussy,” Blood grunts as he thrusts harder, deeper.

“Blood, you’re mine,” I say, gazing into his eyes.

“I’m claiming you as my mate, my woman, for now, and eternity,” Blood
grunts, burying his face in my neck, biting hard.

Oh my, that feels so good; my pussy is clamping down tight on his thick
cock. I feel the fucking fiery tingle all of my body, making my nipples and
pussy super sensitive.

Blood moves his finger to rub my swollen flesh.

“Baby, come with me. Let’s seal the claiming, uniting our souls
forevermore,” Blood grunts thrusting deeper, pulling my hips, biting down
on my neck again.

“Forevermore, Baby, yes one soul, one life for eternity,” I say, grabbing his
ass.
We reach our release as one, searing our souls as one. I swear that I feel a
burn around my neck below my ear, but it must be all of the bites that
Blood loves to do.

Blood grinds his delicious cock inside my pussy. I can feel the hot spurts of
his release making me crazy. My pussy clutches his cock; it’s fucking crazy.

A moment later, after we return to normal, coming down from our euphoric
high, Blood licks and kisses my neck, moving up to kiss me deeply.

Blood wraps his fingers around my neck, pulling back smiles, his eye roam
down my neck, as he runs his finger along my neck.

“Baby, I left you my mark right behind your ear,” Blood says, gazing into
my eyes.

“I can feel the sting, you always leave marks on my neck,” I whisper,
moving my arms around his neck.

This man drives me insane, turns me on with a burning need. I can’t get
enough of him.

“Baby, I’m so fucking hard for you again,” Blood grunts picking me up,
walks over to the bed.

Blood falls onto his back on the bed, still connected, ready for more.

“Oh yes, yes! I need more of your yummy cock,” I moan, running my hands
down his hard chest.

“Baby, all fucking night,” Blood says, kissing me.

I love looking at all of his tight muscles and sexy V. I trace the ink that he
has on his chest, it’s my face, and that right there, gave me faith in our love
no matter how hard he tried to push me away.

Blood kisses me deeply, devouring my mouth like he always does. Of

fuckingcourse I kiss him back, pulling him closer, feeling the electric shock
rush through my blood like always. This man drives me crazy; we have
such a deep connection that it’s surreal.

“Baby, I love you,” Blood whispers in my ear, holding my waist with his
hands, pulling me closer.

“Oh my god, I love you,” I whisper, pulling back to look at his glowing
violet eyes.

“I’m going to claim you as my Old Lady. I wanted to claim you in front of
everyone tonight, but since I didn’t, I’ll claim you at Church tomorrow,”
Blood says, kissing my neck.

“Oh my god, I’m so excited,” I moan, closing my eyes.

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Blood

“Hey fucker, is there something that you want to tell me,” Death asks,
sliding onto the stool next to me, resting his brawny arm on the bar
countertop.

I take a pull of my beer; lifting my shoulders, I shake my head.

“Nah, all good,” I say, lowering my eyelids to gauge where in the fuck he’s
coming from.

“Brick, get me a beer,” Death yells, looking at the prospect attending the
bar.

Brick grabs the beer from the refrigerator, takes off the cap, and takes long
strides to hand it to Death.

The prospect just started a few months ago, and the motherfucker looks like
he’s almost going to shit himself. He needs to grow a pair of balls if he
wants to make it.
I shake my head, pulling my cigarettes from the inside pocket. I offer one to
Death, and I slide one between my lips. I stroke my lighter, lighting Death’s
cigarette, then I light up. I take a drag, and I slowly exhale, making smoke
rings.

I look at the smoke rings, waiting to hear what Death wants to know
because I don’t have a fucking clue what he wants me to tell him.

Death takes a drag of his cigarette, turning to look at me through the slits of
his lower eyelids. He nods his head as if he knows something.

“Motherfucker, I’m going to spell it out for you,” Death growls, leaning in
closer, turning to look into my eyes.

“What the hell are you talking about,” I growl, furrowing my eyebrows
staring right back at him.

“What the fuck are you doing with my little sister Wynter! You know damn
well that you don’t touch the MC’s princesses,” Death hisses, his upper lip
turning up.

Well, fucking hell.

“What do you think I’m doing motherfucker,” I growl, leaning in close to

his grille.

“I think that you’re fucking Wynter, and that’s fucking not right,” Death
growls, poking my chest with his finger.

Death is my best friend; we’re close, like blood brothers.

Fuck!

I run my fingers through my hair, nodding. I look at him. He’s pissed off,
but I’m not just fucking her.

“Brother, I claimed Wynter, she’s my Old Lady, and I’m planning on telling
the brothers at Church,” I scoff, staring at him to see what his thoughts are.
I watch his confusion; then his lips curl, lip slapping my back, nodding.

“Fucking hell! Why didn’t you tell me that you cared for my sister,” Death
asks, furrowing his forehead?

“I didn’t want to fall for her, but she’s mine; I claimed her regardless of my
concerns,” I say, narrowing my eyelids, focusing on his face to gauge his
reaction.

Death knows who I am since I saved his ass in the Navy with my healing
power and a little blood.

“Fuck! Did you tell her,” Death asks, taking a pull of his beer?

“Not yet, but I will,” I say, taking a drag of my cigarette.

“Fuck, that’s fucking heavy shit,” Death snaps, running his fingers through
his hair.

“Indeed, that’s why I’m going to wait to tell her,” I say, bringing the beer
bottle to my lips.

“Fucking hell, welcome to the family,” Death snarls, giving me a bromance

hug.

“Motherfucker, I know that you didn’t believe for a second that I was just
tapping Wynter,” I growl, punching his oversize arm.

“Of fuckingcourse, I was not going to let you off easy. She’s my fucking
baby sister, asshole,” Death snarls, grabbing his beer takes a long pull.

I take a pull of my beer, thinking of what he said.

“I wouldn’t do that to her motherfucker; she owns my soul,” I huff, glaring

at him.

“Right, I had to make sure that you motherfucker, step up,” Death says,
nodding.

“Indeed,” I growl, taking a drag of my cigarette.

“Motherfucker, we’re good,” Death scoff, his lips turning up in a fucking
smirk.

Asshole.

“Indeed,” I say, looking at him through my lower eyelids.

“Well, good luck because I don’t know how my bros will take this,” Death
says, a deep chuckle erupts from his chest.

“Fucker,” I say, finishing off my beer.

“Let’s go; it’s time for Church,” Death says, pushing off the stool.

He walks towards the thick steel door leading into the highly secured area
that only patched brothers can enter. That’s where the bedrooms, the Chapel
where Church takes place, and the IT room.

Of fuckingcourse, the Vault is located in the other building on the property,

but it’s fucking hidden basement, located inside a room in the building’s
center.

We walk into the Chapel, taking our chairs; the brothers all start to enter.
The Prez and VP are looking at us, ready to start Church.

“Close the door, Scorpion,” War barks, lifting his chin, lowering his eyelids
he leans back into his chair.

“On it, Prez,” Scorpion says, walking into the Chapel where we hold
church, closing the door and turning to fall into his chair, clasping his hands
like a good little boy.

I roll my eyes because sometimes my brother Scorpion is fucking ass, but

you gotta love him.

War scrubs his face, shaking his head, inhaling, and exhaling. It fucking
looks like he’s trying to keep his cool.

“Church is in session,” War yells, slamming the gavel.

“Here, here,” we yell, pumping our fists.

“Bros, it’s been fairly slow the last few months since we took out the Herd
Boys leader Dicky and his second Rudy,” War says, leaning back to the side
in his chair.

He looks around the room, pursing his lips, shakes his head.

“But we have another problem, and it’s huge! The motherfuckers, the
Satanic Bastards MC from the Bay Area, are continuing to cross over into
our turf selling their fucking shit,” War growls, slamming his hand on the
table.

“We can’t have that! We need to stop them before they take over our
territory,” Taz snarls, rubbing his beard.

“Prez, I heard from the snitch that the Satanic Bastards MC does not only
have bad shit, I mean low quality, but they’re taking the girls for
trafficking,” I say, grinding my molars.

That right there is what pisses me off with the low-life humans. I want to
stop those motherfuckers because they’re crossing into our territory, and
that’s absolfuckinluty not acceptable.

Period.

Motherfuckers!

“I’m going to have brothers doing runs to monitor our turf,” War growls,
furrowing his forehead drawing his eyebrows together into a line.

The man is fucking pissed.

Of fuckingcourse, this MC is the bomb.

“Death, Blood, Rage, and Mayhem will do the first run,” Taz barks, looking
at us.

“Yes, on it, indeed, okay,” we respond.

“Hawk, take notes,” War says, looking at the MC’s secretary.

“Right,” Hawk says, nodding as he moves his fingers off his tablet.

“Vicious, Scorpion, Rage, and Sniper will do the next run,” Taz growls,
looking at the brothers.

“Yes, right, okay, no problem,” the brother's answer.

“I’ll have the rest of the brothers assigned by the end of the day,” Taz says,
looking around the table.

“On another note, we’re going to do a group run with the Satan Warriors
MC since we’re now on family terms,” War says, shaking his head, rubbing
his hands.

“Motherfuckers, you all are dropping like fucking flies with the Satan
Warriors women,” Death growls, cracking his neck.

“Yeah, the fuckers are pussy-whipped,” Vicious says, fist-bumping Death.

“Motherfuckers, shut it,” War growls, staring at the brothers.

“We’ll let you know when the group run will be as soon as we confirm with
Demon and Diablo,” Taz says, lowering his eyelids.

Demon is the Satan Warriors MC Prez, and Diablo is the VP. My brother,
War’s Old Lady Poison, is Demon’s sister, the Satan Warriors princess, and
Taz looks like he has a hard on for Candy, the other princess, and sister.

Fuckingtastic!

All one happy family.

To think that it was only a year ago we were at war with the motherfuckers,
Satan Warriors MC.

“Is there anything else that a bro wants on the table,” War asks, looking
around the room?
“I do,” I say, looking at my Prez.

Fuck!

My heart is beating erratically; my chest feels tight.

I’m fucking nervous.

I’m never nervous.

I just don’t do nervous.

“What you have, bro,” War asks, looking at me.

“I want to let you and the bros know that I claimed Wynter last night; she’s
my Old Lady,” I say, with a fucking stoic face.

“What the fuck,” Vicious yells, standing up resting his hands on his waist.

“Motherfucker, you could have given us a heads up,” Scorpion growls,

slamming his fist on the table.

“Fucking hell! I didn’t see that coming,” War scoffs, fisting his hand.

“Bros, come on. Autumn is a grown-ass woman, and our bro Blood is
fuckingtastic,” Death says, resting his arm on the table, leaning in looking
at his blood brothers.

“I love Autumn; she’s my woman. I’m not going to let her go,” I growl,
staring at my Prez.

War is the one that has the last say because he’s the Prez. After that, the
other motherfuckers can kiss my ass.

“I’m telling you now motherfucker! I will not tolerate any, and I mean any,
abuse. Blood, you best love her for eternity because if you try to mess with
her, I’m coming after you, bro, or not. I’ll be damned,” War yells, pushing
off his chair, pointing his finger at me.
“No worries, I intend to love her for eternity,” I say, in a solemn low voice,
nodding.

Yeah, I’m good.

The motherfucker doesn’t have a clue what I mean by eternity.

“Brothers, Church is adjourned. Let’s celebrate Blood and Wynter! One For
All,” War yells the Wicked Warriors MC’s Dogma slamming the gavel.

“Wicked Warriors Whole,” we all shout, stomping our feet and fisting
pumping.

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Wynter

I’m so damn happy that finally, after these fucking years, Blood is now
officially my Old Man.

I clean out some space for Blood’s stuff because I think my room is a lot
bigger and nicer since I’ve lived here my entire life.

I can’t wait for the stupid club whores to hear that I’m blood’s Old Lady
and that they fucking stay away from him.

He’s off-limits!

Period.
I smile, walk over to clean out a drawer at my dresser, chewing my lower
lip.
“Wynter,” Autumn yells, running into my room and closing the door.

“What’s up,” I say, looking at the flush on her cheeks.

Autumn looks fucking happy; I bet that’s because of Fiend.

Of fuckingcourse, she got some.
I hope so.
“I spent all night with Fiend, and it was fuckingtastic,” Autumn whispers,
leaning in closer, a light red spread through her face, as she tucks a lock
behind her ear.
“I’m happy for you, Sis,” I say, walking over to hug her.
“How did it go with Blood,” Autumn asks, she sits down on my bed?
“Oh my God, Sis, Blood claimed me. I’m his Old Lady,” I say, in a low,
hoarse tone, teary eye.
Because the emotion flows up my chest, closing my throat up.
“Fuckingtastic Sis! Oh my God, I know that Blood loves you from here to
the moon and all eternity,” Autumn says, crossing her legs.
“I know that you’re going to be an Old Lady because Fiend's eyes were
only on you all fucking night,” I say, as we walk over to sit on the bed.
“What are you doing,” Autumn asks, looking at the pile of clothes I have on
the dresser.
“I’m making room for Blood’s stuff and waiting for him to get out of
Church. He said that he would be claiming me in the Church, and I’m so
fucking excited,” I say, falling back onto my bed, turning up my lips into a
huge smile.
“I want to go shopping for some outfits,” Autumn says, looking at the cell
phone.
“Okay, we can go after I talk to Blood,” I say, nodding looking at my nails.
“I want a pedicure,” Autumn says, looking at her toes.

“Yes, I need my nails done,” I say, nodding.

Autumn’s cell rings, she looks at the screen. Finally, her lips turn up; she
jumps off my bed.
“I’ll be back; Fiend is calling me,” Autumn says, giggling walking out of
my room.

I closed my eyes because I’m a little tired, and I fall asleep.

“Sis,” Autumn says, pushing my shoulder to wake me up.

“What,” I say, opening my eyes, looking around.

“You fell asleep, oh my God! You didn’t sleep last night,” Autumn says,
giggling.

“Yeah, and you didn’t either,” I scoff, pushing off the bed.

“Yeah, I didn’t, but I’m ready to go shopping,” Autumn says, resting her
hands on her hips.

“Let’s get our nails done and then we can shop and maybe have some
lunch,” I say, pulling out my wallet to check that I have my debit card.

“Sounds good,” Autumn says, nodding.

“But you’re going to have to tell me all about Fiend,” I say, raising my
eyebrow.

“Yeah, I will, but you need to promise not to say anything to War because I
want to make sure before hell breaks loose,” Autumn huffs, nodding.

“Promise, but I think Fiend will step up,” I say, walking out of my room.

“I feel him, and I think he feels me. I can’t wait to see if this works out for
us because I truly like him,” Autumn says, looking at her cell phone.

I swear she looks at it every couple of minutes.

Geeze.

“Too bad Poison has an appointment with the doctor,” I say as we walk out
of the building.
“Right, next time she can come with us,” Autumn says, looking around the
yard.

“He’s not here,” I say, throwing back my head laughing.

“Sometimes you can be a bitch,” Autumn snaps, walking to the cage.

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Blood

A couple of weeks later.

“Baby,” I say, kissing her neck, down her back, down her spine, taking a
bite of her fucking beautiful ass.

I run my hand over her ass, listening to Wynter moan, move her hips up. I
love how responsive she is to my touch.

“Baby, you’re so insatiable,” I growl, moving to straddle her. I run my

fingers down her ass, down her soft fold, stopping at her bundle of nerves
that I love.

“Hmm. . . . . Baby, don’t tease me,” Wynter gasps, shifting her hips.

“Shush . . . patience,” I say, running my tongue around the swollen flesh. I

suck, and then I sink my incisors, drinking some of her delicious Ambrosia.

“Yes, that feels so good, Dionisie,” Wynter yells, shifting her hips to rub her
sweet pussy against my face.
I groan, licking her flesh to heal the wounds, running my tongue down her
honey coated flesh.

“Baby, I need to get inside you,” I growl, thrusting deep into my pussy,
grabbing onto her hips.

I pound into her, feeling her tight inner walls grasp my cock so damn tight.
The burning shock runs all over my body, my balls pull up, and I’m fucking
ready to release my load.

“Baby, I love you,” I grunt as I thrust one more time.

I hold onto her, leaning over her back, trying not to crush her. I inhale and
exhale, trying to regain my breath.

A few minutes later, I fall over onto my back, bringing her onto my chest,
holding her close.

“Baby, I’m going on a run with the brothers,” I say, running my hand up
and down her smooth back.

I love touching her and feeling her close to me. I’m so damn happy that I
have her in my life, that she’s my soulmate.

“Okay, I’m going to help Candy plan the baby shower. But, baby, I have
something to tell you,” Wynter says, running her across my chest.

“Baby, you know you can tell me anything,” I say, closing my eyes.

Wynter shifts, sitting up next to me. I open my eyes because this has to be
good. I look at the flush in her face, her bright eyes that look like she’s
getting ready to cry.

What the fuck!

“Baby, what’s wrong,” I say, furrowing my eyebrows.

Wynter chews her lower lip, blinks rapidly, and leans closer to me. She
gazes into my eyes, inhaling and exhaling.
I take her hand, running my thumb over her wrist, trying to calm her.

“Baby, I . . .I’m. . . pregnant,” says, in a low breathless tone wide-eyed.

My heart stops, my soul sours, and then my heart pounds a mile an hour. I
stare at her; she’s so damn perfect that she takes my breath away.

Now, she made me fuckingtastic ecstatic, more than I’ve ever been.

My lips turn up; a single tear slides down her soft, flushed cheek.

“Baby, how far along are you,” I ask, sliding my hands through her soft
locks.

“Hmm. . . .Baby, I think that I’m about twelve weeks, but I need to make a
doctor appointment,” Wynter says, biting her lower lip.

“Fuckingtastic, I want to go with you,” I say, feeling my chest tighten. I

can’t fucking believe that I’m losing my shit.

I never dreamed of being a dad, of having a baby, a vampire baby with a

human. But, I know that baby will be healthy.

I’m so fucking excited.

We got this.

“Yes, I want you to go to the doctor's appointments,” Wynter says, nodding.

“Fuckingtastic! Baby, you’ve made me so damn happy! I’ve never felt this
joy, this love, this fuckingtastic thrill in my entire fucking life,” I whisper,
moving my hand; I wipe the tear off her beautiful face.

Wynter tears start to flow down her cheeks; her lips turn up, her eyes look
like sparkling diamonds, so damn fucking gorgeous.

“Baby, I’m so happy that you’re happy,” Wynter says, leaning down to kiss
me.
I take over the kiss, kissing her with wild hunger, but at the same tender,
showing her how much I love her.

I pull back, cupping her face staring deeply into her beautiful eyes.

“Baby, I can’t wait to meet our baby because this baby is special. The baby
is part of me, and you, and that is fucking amazing,” I say, smiling at her.

“Baby, I’m so glad that you’re delighted,” Wynter says, giggling.

“Baby, after the run, I want to take you out to dinner to celebrate before we
tell the brothers,” I say, chuckling.

“I love you,” Wynter yells, cuddling into me.

A few hours later.

The fucking run was a total waste of time. We didn’t learn or see any
fucking Satanic Bastards. Those fucking motherfuckers went to the ground.

I ride behind Death, down the gravel to the clubhouse. I pull into my
parking lot, turning off my bike. I take off my gloves and helmet, placing
them on my handlebars.

My cell beeps, so I pull it out before sliding off my bike.

I look at the screen; the text message pops up.

Vlad ~ I Need you here asap.

Blood ~ Indeed.

Vlad ~ Now.

Blood ~ In a teleport moment.

I slide my cell back into my cut and slide off, walking into the building to
change. I don’t want the staff to see my cut because I don’t want anyone to
be fucking ask questions.
Nobody needs to know that I’m playing with the MC in their playground,
especially now that I have my soul mate, my Old Lady.

Wynter is not in the room, so I shot her a text.

Blood ~ I’ll be back shortly.

Wynter ~ I love you, see you soon.

Fuck!

My heart skips a beat just thinking about her. This girl has me pussy
whipped.

I need to hurry so I can get back to her because I want to spend my fucking
time with her. I grab my clothes from the close, changing as fast as I can. I
walk out of the room, down the hall, and out of the building, looking around
the yard.

Thank fuck no one is out here.

I walk towards the back; I teleport to the offices in the City Of Sin. I walk
past the receptionist lifting my chin in greeting.

“Good afternoon Prince Dionisie,” Carol says, with a red flush spreading
through her face.

“Hey,” I say, walking down the hall to Vlad’s office.

I walk into his office, looking around the big room. He’s looking out the
window deep in thought.

“What has your panties all twisted,” I say, taking a seat on the leather chair.

I rest my arm on the armrest, leaning back looking at Vlad.

“Fucking hell, you’re acting like an adolescent,” Vlad growls, turning

around, running his fingers through his short haircut.

“What fuckingever,” I scoff, rubbing my goatee.

“Fuck, what’s the bloody urgency,” Kon huffs, walking into the office.

“Our Tsar sent a missive of extreme urgency,” Vlad says, rubbing his neck,
furrowing his eyebrows.

I’ve never seen Vlad so unsure; this must be fucking significant.

“What did he have to say,” I ask, crossing my arms.

“Our Tsar advised that he had a visit from Van,” Vlad says, fisting his hand.

“Who the bloody hell is Van, and why is he so damn important,” Kon says,
crossing his legs.

“Van is threatening our Tsar to form a Vampire kingdom here on Earth to

govern,” Vlad says, scrubbing his face.

“Motherfucker,” I snarl, pushing off my chair.

“It’s utter rubbish! We will stop this rogue vampire,” Kon snarls, shaking
his head.

“Why did he go to the palace and threatened the Tsar,” I ask, drawing my
eyebrows together from the fucking confusion.

“We can’t bloody allow this to happen! Who the hell is this Vampire,” Kon
snarls, running his hand through his hair?

“This Vampire Van is our half-brother; he’s a little older than me,” Vlad
says, cracking his head.

“What the hell,” I scowl, pacing around the office.

This is not fucking unbelievable.

A half-brother.

“Tell us all the fucking DETS,” Kon snarls, pushing off his chair resting his
hands on his waist.
“Our Sire spent some time with the court courtesans before marrying Mom.
One of the courtesans became pregnant; she told our Sire demanding him to
marry her. But he didn’t want to cancel the wedding to our mother. This
courtesan became bitter, full of anger that she swore that our Sire would
regret his decision.

Now all of these fucking hundreds of years later, Van wants to be

recognized as our Sire’s son, but it can’t be because of the Kozlov’s
Vampire Kingdom bylaws.

That’s when Van threatened to create his own kingdom here on earth. I need
a drink, want me to get you one,” Vlad says, pushing off his chair walking
over to the bar cracking his neck.

Vlad grabs the glass and whiskey crystal decanter.

“I want a beer, do you want one Kon,” I say, walking to the small
refrigerator.

“Yeah, get me a beer. This is fucking surreal,” Kon says, rubbing his neck.

“Fuck, this is so damn dangerous because what if this fucker Van goes
crazy, and the humans learn of our existence,” I growl, taking a pull of my
beer.

“That’s why this is so damn urgent,” Vlad snarls, drinking the whiskey in
one gulp.

“Bloody hell, the humans are not ready to learn that we live here among
them. They will go crazy, hunt us down, and kill us,” Kon growls, taking a
pull of his beer.

“That’s absolfuckinlutely crazy! So, what are we going to do,” I growl,

looking at Vlad?

“The Tsar wants us to capture Van and take him back to the palace. He will
deal with him,” Vlad says, grabbing the whiskey decanter, pouring the
golden liquid into the glass.
That only means that Vlad’s fucking stressed if he’s drinking, the whiskey
affects him hard. Vlad scrubs his face, inhaling and exhaling, then he drinks
the whiskey.

“Right, do we have any additional information,” I ask, pulling my goatee,

lowering my eyes?

“I’m in the process of getting a team to search for him,” Vlad says, walking
back to his desk grabbing the missive from our Sire.

“Chap, did you claim your soulmate,” Kon asks, raising his eyebrow.

“Yes, I did, and she’s pregnant,” I say, with a fucking huge smile.

“Fuck, that was quick, gut congratulations,” Vlad says, shoving his hand
into his slacks' pocket.

“Bloody hell, I need to look for my soulmate, but I don’t know about
getting her pregnant. So, chap, congratulations,” Kon says, taking a pull of
his beer.

“Yeah, locating our soulmate is imperative because that’s another matter

that we need to take care of,” Vlad snarls, walking over to his desk grabbing
the parchment.

“Here’s the missive if you care to read it,” Vlad says, handing it to us.

Kon takes it, reads it, and then I read. It’s fucking incredible that this is
happening.

“I need to get back,” I say, handing the missive back to Vlad.

“I’ll summon you when I need you because I need you to help me hunt this
fucker down,” Vlad growls, crossing his arms.

“Indeed,” Kon says, nodding.

“Later,” I say, walking out of the office.

I can fucking wait to get back to my Baby because I need to relax, to think
of what motherfucker Van will do on the Earth realm.

Not on my watch.

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Wynter

A couple of months later.

I’m sad, and I can’t help thinking of Mom, especially now. I grab my guitar
from the floor, tossing my hair over my shoulder. I warm up, thousands of
images of my Mom flash through my mind.

I love to play the guitar because it relaxes me, but lately, I’ve been busy
with Blood, so I try to play when he’s on the run.

I play my guitar, closing my eyes, her face takes up residence in my mind.

Yeah, when Mom was mom, she used to sing this song to Autumn and me.

I continue to sing, but the song is bittersweet.

Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart

I love this song, ‘I will’ from the Beatles. The song is beautiful, yet it makes
me sad because why did she leave us if she loved us so?
I try not to play it, but I need to, it’s part of me, and now that I’m going to
be a Mom, I can’t get it out of my mind. So, I have some many emotions
flowing through, that’s damn scary.

I’m pregnant.

I’m excited.

I can wait.

I need her.

I miss her.

I know that I’m good, I have Blood, and he’s so damn excited, and that
makes me so damn happy. A few minutes later, I feel so damn thirsty that I
stop playing to get some water. I place my guitar on the bed, adjusting my
leggings, top, and walk out of my room, closing the door.

I walk down the hall, across the clubhouse, well, more of a waddle; my
back is starting to hurt.

I’m so damn thirsty; I need to get a huge glass of water with lots of ice.

I ignore the fucking horney bitches; stupid club whores are on my last
nerve. They’re on my fucking shit list, I want to fuck up their faces, but
Blood holds me back.

Blood and my brothers know that I’m fucking hormonal bitch. I feel so bad,
but if I’m not being a bitch, I’m fucking crying over the most stupid fucking
things.

I walk into the kitchen, looking around to look for Poison, but she’s not
here. She’s supposed to pop soon; yeah, we’re all excited about the baby.
Candy has been hanging around the MC a lot; I wonder if the biker boy I’m
thinking of is her man. We will find out soon.

I walk over to grab a glass from the cabinet; then, I walk over to get some
water from the refrigerator. I take a long pull; then, I waddle out of the
kitchen to my room.

Blood should be back from the run soon; I hope we can spend some time
together because tomorrow is going to be busy. War decided to have a BBQ
for the bros because it’s been a while since the bros had a party.

I walk into my room, closing my door, waddling over to the dresser placing
my glass on the dresser. I gather my hair up in a messy bun walking to the
closet to see what outfit I have that will fit, look nice but makes me feel
sexy because nothing does.

I purse my lips, furrowing my forehead; I stare at the clothes. Finally, I rub

my stomach, pulling out the black dress that I purchased recently. It fits, it
makes me feel good, and I’ll wear my booties.

Yes, I have something that I can wear with some silver jewelry.

The door opens; I turn to look at my man Blood walking into the room,
closing the door. He leans against the door looking at me, lowering one
eyelid, his lips turn up, flashing his even white teeth.

Swoon worthy.

The man makes me crazy, especially now with these fucking hormones
going crazy.

Blood slowly walks over to me, running his eyes over my face, slowly
roaming down my breasts, and then stops to stare at my big ass stomach.
That really makes me uneasy because I feel so damn big. Finally, he walks
over to me with a huge smile turning up his lips.

“Baby, you look so damn beautiful! I love to see you carrying my baby; it’s
like the most amazing, exhilarating feeling ever. I want to take you out to
dinner,” Blood says, wrapping his arms around me leaning kisses my neck.

Oh, fuckingtastic!

I feel the lovely, heated tingle all over my body. I melt into him, like
always.
“Ohhhh. . . . hmmm . . . . yeah, that sounds awesome, I’m so hungry,” I say,
wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Baby, I love you,” Blood whispers, taking my mouth in a deep kiss.

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Blood

The cold wind sends a chill down my back, and my fucking balls are
hiding. They’re going to fucking freeze and fall off.

We’re on a late run to drop off a package, but prior to the meet, we’re
monitoring the area that borders the Satanic Bastards MC. Those
motherfuckers continue to cross into our turf.

My brothers Rage and Mayhem are leading the formation, Death and I are
behind them. We go down the empty streets searching for the
motherfuckers.

We haven’t been able to catch them or get more information. Those

motherfuckers are slick, slimy motherfuckers.

Finally, we turn down the main street where we’re meeting up with the
Mexican street gang Midtown gang, they’re crazy motherfucker, but we’ve
been working with them for the last year without any issues. These
motherfuckers know their place, not like the Herd Boys that are always
causing chaos.
The packet we’re dropping off is more than what they usually buy, so we
want to know what’s up.

We pull onto the street next to the underpass, we turn off our bikes, take off
our helmets, and walk to the underpass.

The underpass is approximately seventy-five feet, and the lights were shot
out a long time ago. The place is isolated; it’s worked out for the exchange.
And we need to check our six.

Death and I stand out at the entrance to cover our six. Mayhem and Rage
walk a few feet to meet the Midtown gang leader, Max, and his second
Sam. The gang is not very big.

I look out into the dark, listening, looking into the night to look out for any
random motherfucker.

“All good,” Rage asks, standing ready with his Glock.

“Yeah,” Max says, nodding, handing over a bag.

Mayhem takes it, pulling the zipper, counts the money, nodding.

Max pulls out the brick, slices the plastic, tasting it. Finally, he nods, places
it inside the bag.

“Good,” Max says, nodding.

“Right,” Rage says.

Max and Sam walk away to the entrance, then all hell rains on us.

Rage and Mayhem try to take cover since they’re sitting ducks.

Max and Sam have been shot and are on the ground. I can’t tell if they’re
dead, but I don’t have time to check them. We’re being attacked, a swarm of
motherfuckers run into the underpass taking the bags.

Death, Rage, Mayhem I shoot at the motherfuckers.

“Ah. . .” a fucker yells as he falls.

“Fucker,” another motherfucker shouts, falling.

My bros and I continue to shoot, but the others escape.

“Motherfuckers,” Rage shouts, pushing up from the ground running after

the motherfuckers.

“Fuck,” Mayhem runs over to the two fallen fuckers that ambush us.

Death runs after Mayhem to have his six. I run over to check on the other
motherfucker.

“This one is alive,” Rage roars, pulling some plastic ties from his pocket,
sliding them on his wrists.

This other dude is shot in the stomach; he wouldn’t make it unless I heal
him enough to get him to the Vault. We need to get the DETS on these as
holes.

“This one is alive, shot in the stomach,” I yell assessing his injuries.

I run my hand over his stomach as if I’m checking him and heal him a little.
Then I turn him onto his stomach to put the plastic ties on his wrist.

Death and Mayhem stop to check on Max and Sam.

“Max is gone,” Death growls.

“Sam, he’s alive,” Mayhem yells.

“I’ll call for a cage to get them to the Vault,” I snarl, pulling out my cell
phone.

“Motherfuckers, look at their colors! These are the Satanic Bastards MC

ripping us off,” Rage yells, looking at the fallen fuckers.

“The cage is on its way over,” I say, looking at the motherfuckers colors.
“Fuck, they’re fucking took the drugs and money,” Rage growls, looking
down at the end of the underpass.

“We have to leave Max here. Give me a hand, Death,” Mayhem says,
grabbing the fallen fucker arms.

Death takes his legs, taking him to the entrance of the underpass.

Rage and I grab the other fucker placing him next to the other one.

“We need to hurry before the Po-po arrives,” Rage grows.

The cage pulls up, Medic opens the door, jumps out. Scorpion and Vicious
exit the cage, running to help grab the fuckers. We get them inside; Medic
jumps inside the back. Scorpion and Vicious get into the front of the cage,
taking off.

We get on our bikes, turning them on, pulling on the helmet, and taking off.

I pull into the clubhouse gravel road, pulling into my parking space. I turn
off my bike, removing the helmet as I slide off.

War, Taz, and the brothers run out.

“What the fuck happened,” War roars, staring at us.

“We need to get them inside for me to look at,” Medic yells.

The Medic was a doctor that we met in the ER; he started to prospect over
time, and he’s now a bro. So, he’s the MC’s doctor, and that fucking helps
when we need some medical care and keep the Po-po out of our business.

“Medic, if the wound wouldn’t kill them, don’t do a damn thing. We need
them in the Vault,” Taz growls, lowering his eyebrows.

“Indeed,” War says, nodding.

Everything is happening really quick, shouts, orders, and moving the

motherfuckers.
It’s fucking crazy.

I run over to the cage to help move the motherfuckers.

“Fuck, Rage, you’re bleeding,” I say, looking at the blood-soaking his shirt.

Rage looks at his dark gray thermal shirt, grimacing.

“Motherfucker shot me, but I didn’t feel it,” Rage growls.

“Let me see,” Medic says, running over. He pulls up the shirt, looks at the
wound.

“The shot went through, and it looks like you only need some sutures. I’ll
get to you after I take care of the stomach wound,” Medic says, releasing
the shirt.

“Indeed,” Rage growls, walking over to the bar.

I follow him to get a beer but to try to heal him somewhat.

“Get me a bottle of whiskey,” Rage roars at Spook, the prospect leaning

against the bar countertop.

He’s furrowing his forehead, inhaling deeply that means he’s hurting.

“Beer,” I say, sliding onto the stool, casually waving my hand over his
stomach area to heal it somewhat.

“Baby,” Wynter runs to me, as fucking fast as she can, holding her tummy.

“Hey, you should be sleeping,” I say, looking at her face.

She looks pale and tired.

“Oh my God! Don’t fucking do that because you know that I know what
this is! Are you okay,” Wynter snarls, looking all over my body?

Fuck!
It’s sweet and all, but really?

Okay, she doesn’t know that I can’t die.

I’ll give this to her.

“I’m good, Baby,” I say, pulling her onto my lap. She moves to settle in,
wrapping her arm around my neck.

I take the beer from Spook, taking a long pull.

Damn, this is going to be a fucking long night.

“Baby, after I drink my beer, I’m going to take you to our room. I want you
to sleep; you need to rest. I’m going to be busy,” I say, running my hand up
and down her back.

“Fuckingtastic! You’re trying to hide this shit, but it’s fucking not
happening,” Wynter huffs, shaking her head.

“The motherfuckers are in the Vault,” Death yells, walking over to us. He
stares at Wynter, rolling his eyes curling his upper lip.

Death and Mayhem are the MC’s Enforcers, and they’re in charge of taking
the motherfuckers into the Vault.

Rage and Vicious are the Sergeant At Arms that will help with the
interrogation.

“Wynter, what the fuck! Get your ass in the room,” Death growls, furrowing
his forehead.

“Fuck no,” Wynter snarls, shaking her head.

“Wynter, get gone,” War yells, resting his hands on his waist, raising his
eyebrows into a unibrow.

“Hump . . . . what fuckingever,” Wynter yells, looking at me.

I kiss her, and then I help her down from my lap.

“Get some rest,” I say, kissing her temple.

“Fuck,” Wynter groans, walking to the room.

War whistles and the bros stop talking.

“Church, now,” War roars, walking towards the Chapel.

We walk into the Chapel to attend Church. I take my seat, leaning back. I
look around at the bros as they take their seats, and they look tired.

Of fuckingcourse I’m tired.

“Church is now in session! These motherfuckers, the Satanic Bastards MC,

have now officially started a fucking war. We will get these motherfuckers;
that’s a promise! They took the money and the drugs, killed Max, the leader
of the Midtown gang, and that fucking suck,” War rants, slamming his fist
on the table.

“We will find out if the Midtown gang has anything to do with the
motherfucker Satanic Bastards MC knowing about the exchange,” Taz
growls, pulling at his beard.

“As soon as we get the DETS, we will go after the motherfuckers,” War
yells, looking around the room.

“Do we know how many attacked,” Tas asks, looking at Death, Mayhem,
and I. Rage is with Medic getting the gunshot taken care of?

“We didn’t see them approaching; it was fucking dark,” Mayhem says,
shaking his head.

“Blood and I were guarding the entrance,” Death says, rubbing his neck.

“What the fuck, so what the fuck happened,” War growls.

“They were wearing all black, we didn’t see them, but we started to return
fire,” Mayhem says, looking fucking pissed off.
“It all happened fast, so yeah, I feel that the Midtown gang snitched or were
forced to do this deal,” I say, looking at my Prez and VP

“Fuck, they did place a bigger order this time,” War grunts, pursing his lips
in a tight line.

He’s fucking pissed off.

“That’s what I think happened,” I say, nodding.

“It fucking sounds like a duck, it quacks like a duck, it fucking is a duck!
The motherfuckers set us up to take the drugs and the money,” War yells,
shaking his head.

“Snoopy, do your thing! Snoop into everything, and I mean everything on

the Satanic Bastards MC. If they breathe on anything, I want to know,” Taz
barks, looking at our IT Snoop.

“On it,” Snoopy says, nodding.

“Mayhem, Death, and Vicious in the Vault! We need to get these sons of a
bitches yakking,” War shouts, grinding his molars.

“Everyone is on high alert; for now, we could go into lockdown. We can’t

have our woman hurt in this war,” War seethes; the vein in his forehead is
fucking flickering.

The motherfucker will have a fucking heart attack if he doesn’t calm the
fuck down.

“Motherfuckers, get some rest because this is getting fucking serious,” Taz
snarls.

“Church is adjourned! One For All,” War shouts, slamming the gavel.

“Wicked Warriors Whole,” the bros yell, fist-pumping and stomping our
feet.

The brothers disperse, some to play pool, others outside.

I walk back to the bar to have a drink because it’s going to be a damn long
night. I take the seat next to Rage.

“Fucker, are you all patched up,” I scoff, sitting on the stool looking at
Spook. He brings me a beer; I grab the bottle, then take a pull.

“Blood, that was fucking insane. I didn’t see it coming,” Rage growls,
peeling the label from the beer bottle.
“Fuck, that was crazy. Those motherfuckers appeared from nowhere, they
were stealthy and wearing the fucking black Balaclava face mask, but they
had on their fucking colors,” I say, running my hand through my hair.

“This is fucking war,” Rage says, pulling out his box of cigarettes, offering
me one.
Of fuckingcourse, I take one lighting up.

“War is fucking livid; those sons of bitches set up the entire deal because
you know damn well that the Midtown gang are not that sharp,” I say,
taking a drag for the cigarette.

“Fuck, they took a shit load of Benjamin’s and product,” Rage says, taking
a pull of his beer.

“They fucking did. They have to break them to get the DETS, and I hope it
doesn’t take long because War wants us ready to attack as soon as we have
the address of their clubhouse,” I say, taking a drag, inhaling the smoke,
closing my eyes.

“Sounds good,” Rage says, looking at Spook, signaling him to get him
another beer.

A few hours later.

War, Mayhem, Vicious, and Death walk down the hall and into the
clubhouse looking like they're fucking ready to tear a new one to any fucker
that gets in their path.
War whistles look around the clubhouse at the bros, stop in in the middle of
the room, spreading his legs, crossing his legs.

“Church,” War yells, walking back into the secured area.

I follow the bros back to Church to learn what the fuck they obtained. This
is going to be fucking interesting.

“Church in session! Update, we got DETS from Sam, the Midtown gang
second, the leader Max was killed by those motherfuckers. Of fucking
course, he cracked first since he’s a fucking pussy!

Sam verified that the Satanic Bastards forced them to work for them! The
bastards took his sister to their clubhouse, motherfuckers. I would cave too
if they took my sisters,” War snarls, cracking his neck.

“Motherfucker,” I growl, ready to kill them, just thinking of them taking my

Baby.

“What is fucking awesome, and alarming is that we have the VP, which
means that the fuckers feel right at home in our turf! I know that the Prez
will come looking for him. The other fucker is the Enforcer! We’re keeping
them alive because we’re not done with them. We did get more DETS, but
we have the address to the clubhouse!

We need to get our money back and the fucking drugs! They can’t come in
and take what belongs to the Wicked Warriors MC! I need you all to get
ready; we need to get gone! We’re leaving in an hour,” War shouts, pushing
off his chair and pumping his fisting hand.

“Fuck yes, hell yes,” the bros yell, standing, pumping their fist.

“Wicked Warriors, are you ready because we’re going after those fuckers.
We’re going to rumble,” War shouts, his face is read, he’s fucking fuming.

“Hell yes, yes, right on, fuckingtastic, let’s get them,” the bros shout,
nodding, stomping their feet.
“Bros, get ready, grab the ammo, knives, anything and everything to
fucking kill them,” War roars, pumping his fist.

“Church is adjourned! One for all,” War growls, looking around the room.

“Wicked Warriors Whole,” we yell.

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Wynter

I press the remote control looking for a good movie to watch.

Fuck, I can’t get into a comfortable position. I need to buy some more
pillows because this shit is not working. I stare at the ceiling, listening to
the shouts.

I know that it will be hard the next few days; from past experience, it
sounds like the Wicked Warriors are going to war, and that fucking scares
me.
I’m afraid of losing my Blood, brothers, sister, and what about my baby?

Fuckingtastic!

Why can’t the Wicked Warriors live in peace?

I know that I should be used to the lifestyle, the danger, and the family love,
but I’m not. So now that I’m pregnant, I’m thinking of another way of life
where I wouldn’t fear for my baby.
My heart is pounding so freaking fast; the baby is restless, moving, and
kicking. I know that I’m starting to get stressed out.

I turn to look at the door, furrowing my forehead, listening to the shouts. I

want to go out into the clubhouse; I need to know what’s going on.
This sounds worse than ever before, and it's Absolfuckinluty scary.

The knock on my door startles me; I roll, overthrowing my legs over the
bed, pushing off with my hands to stand.

“Give me a second,” I yell, adjusting my pajama shorts and top.

I walk to the door, opening it; I see Autumn and Poison standing in front of
me wide-eyed.

“It’s crazy scary,” Poison says, holding her tummy.

Poison will be having the baby soon. I look at Autumn's wild eyes; she
looks like she fucking freaking out.

“I’ve never seen the MC so fucking pissed off,” Autumn says, crossing her
arms.
“Shit, it’s not like we don’t know what’s happening; it’s our life, right? So,
let’s pull on our big girl panties and not give the bros reason to worry about
us. They need to focus on the fight,” I say, inhaling deeply, exhaling, trying
to keep calm.

“Yeah, but for some reason, this sounds super different,” Autumn says,
pressing her lips into a straight line.

“Yeah, I’m really scared that something will happen to War. I need him; the
baby needs him,” Poison says, rubbing her hand in her hair.
“I hear you; I was thinking the same thing about Blood and the baby,” I say,
nodding.
“Let’s go out into the clubhouse to see what’s happening,” Autumn says,
leaning against the wall.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Poison says, nodding.

“Fuck, I want to go, but Blood and Death told me to stay in my room, and
they were not being nice,” I huff, gathering my long wavy hair into a messy
bun.

“Fuck! I don’t care; rather, they yell at me rather than stay in my room
worrying about them! But, I mean, we need to know what to expect. It
sounds like this is huge, and I’m fucking nervous,” Autumn says, hugging
herself, rocking side to side.

“Fuckingtastic, let’s go but let me get my robe,” I say, turning to grab my

robe from the chair.

Autumn and Poison walk out of my room; I pull on my robe, following

them.

We walk down the hall quietly, wide-eyed, listening to the commotion.

Finally, we pull the door open and walk into the clubhouse, walking over to
the bar.

I lean against the bar, bending one knee, resting my foot against the bar
looking around. Autumn slides onto the barstool, and Poison stands by her
side, rubbing her tummy.

I swear, the baby is acting up, and the same must be happening with Poison.
We don’t talk, so we don’t draw the bro's attention.

I can’t see Blood or any of my brothers.

Where are they?

I see Taz. Should I go and ask him?

“Do you see Blood or the brothers,” I ask Autumn, and Poison, turning to
look at them?

“Nope,” Autumn says, looking around the main clubhouse room.

“No, and I don’t like it. War is on my shit list. He should know better than
to keep me in the dark. It’s not like I’m a fucking timid, scared girl!
Motherfucker is going to listen to me when this is fucking over,” Poison
snarls, furrowing her eyebrows, tapping her foot.

Yeah, you can see that she’s fucking pissed off at my brother. This is totally
priceless; I can’t wait to see this.

“What are you doing? Get gone,” Vicious yells pointing his finger at us.

“Yeah, in a minute,” I say, nodding at my brother.

He’s fucking uptight; he hardly ever yells at us. So, it means, just like I
thought that this fucking big.

“Now! This is not the time to give me lip,” Vicious shouts, shaking his
hand.

“In a minute,” Autumn says, leaning her arm on the countertop, looking
around.

“Fucking hell! You two get your ass in your room,” Vicious growls walking
over to us.

He glares at us; his eyebrows are meeting in the middle, his upper lips curls,
his eyes look bloodshot, wild.

Fucking hell.

Vicious is not going to walk away so we can continue to look at the chaos
in the clubhouse.

“What’s going on,” War snarls, walking over to Poison, glaring at Autumn
and me.

“I’m so worried and scared,” Poison says with a teary eye.

“Fuckingtastic woman! What the fuck are you doing out here? I told you to
stay in the room for your safety and the baby,” War says, a little more
forcefully than I ever heard before.
I’ve never heard him be short and forceful when talking to Poison.

Wow!

I look around the clubhouse, searching for Blood, but I can’t see him.

Geeze, this fucked up.

I’m going to look for him outside, just to make sure everything is okay.

“I’m going to look for Blood outside,” I say to Autumn since War is talking
to Poison.

“Yeah, I’ll wait here for you,” Autumn says, nodding.

I cross the clubhouse, looking around for Death. They’re usually teamed up
to work together since they were in the same unit in the Navy SEALS, so
yeah, they’re close. But, unfortunately, I can’t see Blood or Death, fuck; I
need to talk to him.

I chew my lower lip; my face scrunches up because I’m so stressed out. I

shuffle, resting my hand on my behind my back on my waist; yeah because
it hurts. When it gets late at night, I’m dead; in the mornings, I’m good,
then as it gets later, my back fucking aches. I waddle, yeah, sue me. I bite
my lip, focusing on getting to the door to look for Blood.

“What the fuck are you doing out here,” Scorpion yells, grabbing my arm,
pulling me back.

“Fuck, that hurts,” I yell, pulling my arm from my other big burly brother.

Geeze, a girl only can take so much from these overprotective brothers. I’m
almost out of here, only a couple more steps, and Scorpion caught me.
Yeah, the silent brother, yeah, when he strikes, he gets you good.

Fucking hell.

I rub my arm, furrowing my forehead, pursing my lips. I’m so pissed off at

these assholes that are so damn bossy.
“It’s fucking crazy out here, we’re busy, and I need you to get gone! Go to
your room,” Scorpion yells, grabbing my arm again.

I pull my arm out of his grasp, again, shaking my head.

“Stop! I’m looking for Blood. Have you seen him,” I yell, waving my hands
like a fucking crazy girl?

“Get gone, now before I personally take you to your damn room,” Scorpion
shouts, taking a step towards me, looking like the Hulk all pissed off, like a
fucking giant.

“No,” I yell, walking around him slipping out of the door.

“Get back here, Wynters,” Scorpion yells, chasing after me.

I walk down the steps, looking around the yard for Blood, walking down
the building to the area where the bikes are parked to see if his bike is here.

I know that he’s not gone yet; he would have told me, right?

Oh, fucking hell!

I can’t find him,

Then I hear gunshots, the bullets are flying around me, my heart stops, and
then I look at the fucking cars driving up the clubhouse road, stopping and
shooting. I see some machine guns, and that makes me scared. I stand wide-
eyed, staring at the mayhem.

Oh, fuck!
Holy shit, this is for real, a war. I need to hide before these sons of bitches
kill my baby and me.
“Wynter,” Scorpion shouts, his voice sounding gruff, alarmed.

“Stay back, take cover,” I yell, cupping my hands around my mouth so he

can hear me.
My heart stops, I look over at the cars shooting, I look over my shoulder at
Scorpion leaning against the post-shooting back.

Everything is happening so fast that I’m paralyzed with fear, standing

shocked at what’s happening.

I’m so scared; these fuckers will kill my brother, and I don’t have my Glock
to help him.

“Wynter, take cover,” Sniper yells from the other side. He’s one of the MC’s
Men Of Mayhem.

It’s my fault!

Oh my God!
Help us.

I don’t want Scorpion to die because I didn’t listen. I can’t die; I want to see
my baby, hold him.
Please, God, shield us from these men.
“Wynter, get down,” Scorpion yells.

A bullet hits my thigh; it fucking hurts, burns. I gasp for air, look around for
somewhere to hide.
I fall to the ground, crawling towards the bikes to try to get some cover.
This is the only fucking place I can take shelter.

I curl up as much as I can, trying to protect my baby. Tears roll down my

face as I squeeze my eyes tight. I start rocking, burying my face into my
knees.
“Wicked Warriors, this is a warning! We’re returning to get our VP and
Enforcer,” a tall hulky man yells, standing at the first car.

I look up; the cars start backing up, kicking up the gravel. The three men
from the first car move their arms back and throw something.
What the fuck!

Boom!
The explosion shakes the ground and the building. Yeah, the fucking force
throws me in the air.

“Blood,” I yell before blacking out.

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Blood

The sound of the machine gun continues to pound into the building; the
bullets are coming from outside, piercing through the fucking clubhouse
walls.
I look around at the brothers falling to the ground, taking cover where
fucking place that they can in the clubhouse. I see Autumn at the bar, fuck;
my heart stops, then it starts pounding fucking fast and hard. I watch
Autumn fall onto the floor, crawling to get behind the bar.

What the fuck!

Where is Wynter?

She has to be in our room and didn’t fucking come out into the clubhouse
with Autumn, did she?

Fuck!

My heart fucking stops; I inhale and exhale quickly, trying to calm my

fucking skyrocketing pressure.
Fucking hell, I’ve never ever felt this anxiety, this fear in my entire life. I’m
petrified that Wynter is out here, and fuck! I don’t want her or the baby to
get hurt.

She’s fucking mortal.

I can’t lose her.

Motherfuckers have the balls to come to our clubhouse and fucking shoot at
us. These fuckers must be the Satanic Bastards MC! They know that we
have their VP and Enforcer.
We’re here in defense instead of fucking offense as we planned! But this is
good because they would kill our old lady’s if we were not here like we
planned.

All of these fucking thoughts are racing through my mind, forcing this
anguish to take me down the path of feeling helpless, vulnerable.

That’s shit that I’ve never experienced.

This is fucking hell on Earth.

My fucking chest is constricting so damn tight; I’m having difficulties

breathing.

I need to look for Wynter!

I search for her once more time around the main clubhouse room, and I
can’t fucking see her, but my heart tells me that she’s in trouble. I push up
from the floor, ready to search for her when the ground shakes, the building
rocks, and the fucking blast of what feels like a small handmade bomb
explosion.

The next second, the fucking clubhouse door explodes, flying through the
room, and the glass windows shatter.

“Blood, we need to get to Wynter,” Vicious yells, running to me.

“Fucker, what do you mean, where is Wynter,” I shout, staring at Vicious,
waiting for him to tell me where in the hell is my woman.

“She was looking for you, I told her to go to your room, but she didn’t
listen,” Vicious shouts, waving his hands.

“What the hell! You didn’t stop her,” I yell, walking to stand in front of him,
staring at him.

“Fuck brother, Scorpion was talking some sense into her, getting her to go
to your room when she fucking ran out of the clubhouse searching for you,”
Vicious roars, rubbing his forehead, closing his eyes.

“Fucking hell,” I yell, running towards the opening and outside to look for
Wynter. My heart is pounding so fucking fast; it feels like it’s going to
explode. I’ve never felt like this before.

“Wynter,” I yell, stopping to look at the fucking fire and mess from the
fucking bomb.

“Blood,” Scorpion yells from the side of the building.

I run to him, falling to my knees.

“Where’s Wynter,” I ask, looking him over to assess his injuries. He’s going
to be ok but needs to see the doctor.

“Wynter was standing by the bikes; she was looking for you,” Scorpion
groans, falling back onto the ground.

“Don’t move,” I grunt, running to where the bikes are parked.

The fucking bikes are all fucked up, and then I see her on the ground. My
heart stops beating for a minute, I gasp for air, and I run to her, falling onto
my knees.

I run my hands over her to check for injuries and to heal as much as I can.
Then, I stop to feel and listen to my baby. The heartbeat is low, and I feel a
flutter.
Oh, that is holy; I need to get her to the doctor.

“Blood,” Death runs over to me, kneeling next to me.

I look at him; his eyes are wild and lean in closer after looking around us.

“Bro, save her. Do what you need to do,” Death says, staring at me.

“Fuck bro, you want me to convert her,” I say, shaking my head.

“Do what you need to do to save Wynter and the baby. I know that you
can,” Death snarls, grabbing my arm.

“Let me call my brothers to help because my powers are low, but maybe all
three of us can heal her,” I say, pulling out my cell.

Dionisie ~ SOS, clubhouse.

Vlad ~ One sec.

Kon ~ Have your back, brother.

“Help me take her inside,” I yell, leaning to take her arms.

Death helps me shift her into my arms, and then we run inside the
clubhouse.

“Help! Medic, where are you! Wynter is fucking hurt,” I shout, running to
the Medic’s room.

Death runs ahead of me, opens the door. I follow him, placing her on the
table.

“What’s wrong,” Medic asks, looking at us.

Medic is wrapping up some cuts from the bros.

“Medic, I need you,” Scorpion yells, staggering into the room.

Medic looks at him, nods, and starts to inspect Wynter and the baby.

“After I finish up with Wynter,” Medic says, nodding.

“How is Wynter,” I ask, resting my hands on my waist.

“I’m still evaluating her, but it looks like she has some extensive injuries,
appears to have a concussion, she’s lost consciousness, she’s not responsive.

This is fucking bad because we need to make sure she gets oxygen to the
brain. And most likely, her lung is punctured because she’s having difficulty
breathing caused by the cracked ribs, she has a gunshot, it’s possible she has
internal injuries, and I need to make sure the baby is not under stress.

So let me do my job; time is of the essence,” Medic yells, moving around

her, placing the oxygen on her, starting the IV.

I’m so fucking scared.

I need to save her, but my powers are low, and I pray that the little that I did
heal will help to keep her alive, for now.

I stand back, crossing my arms, lowering my eyelids. I can’t fucking

believe that Wynter came out of our room to look for me. I’m going to have
a long talk with her; she can’t ignore it when we ask her to lockdown in our
room.

Death walks over to stand by me, shaking his head.

“What the fuck happened to Wynter,” War yells, walking into the Medic,
walking over to her.

“Wynter got injured in the fucking explosion,” I say, watching Medic.

“What the fuck was Wynter doing outside,” War asks, spreading his legs,
fisting his hands.

“Bro, she doesn’t ever fucking want to listen. She even gave me lip,” Death
growls, shaking his head.

“Fuck! I’m going to need to talk to her after she gets well. Medic, keep me
updated,” War growls, storming out of the room.

“Fuck,” I say, rubbing my neck watching Medic’s every move.

“I’m going to wait for your brothers,” Death says, cracking his neck.

“Bring them inside,” I say, nodding.

Death walks out of Medic’s room to wait on Kon and Vlad. I know that they
have to be here already, but they wouldn’t just come into the clubhouse.

“I need to get some supplies,” Medic says, walking to the room where he
has everything stored.

I take this moment to give Wynter some of my blood to fucking turn her
despite my reservations, but I can’t risk it. I don’t know if our combined
powers will be enough to heal the extent of injuries that she has and I’m not
fucking risking it.

I move my wrist to my mouth; I use my incisors to tear open my vein

placing my wrist over her mouth, watching the blood flow, just enough to
turn her.

I feel like a fucking son of a bitch, taking away her mortally, her free will.

Will she hate me?

Fuck it.

I rather live with her hate than live without her and the baby. I can’t bear the
thought of living an eternity without her.

I’m a fucking selfish bastard.

I watch my blood seep down her lips with fucking anguish, my heart
pounds, my chest feels constricted making it hard to breathe. I can’t bear
turning her, it breaks my heart to do so without talking it over with her. I
pull my wrist away from her lips, licking my wound.

“Blood,” Vlad says, walking into the room looking around; Kon is right
behind him.

They look at Wynter and then at me, raising their eyebrows.

“What do you need,” Kon asks, furrowing his forehead looking at Wynter.
I walk over to stand next to them to inform them of what happened. I talk in
a low tone, so the bros don’t hear us.

“Princes, the MC was attacked, Wynter and my baby were injured.

Unfortunately, I was only able to heal her enough to keep them alive. I
don’t want to lose them; please help me save them,” I say, grinding my
molars, blinking my eyes.

“Indeed,” Vlad says, nodding.

“Of course,” Kon scoffs, nodding.

“Brothers, this is Wynter, my soul mate. I’m so fucking scared that I’m
going to lose her. I tried to heal her, but as you know, our powers are low.
She has a lot of internal injuries, plus the baby,” I whisper, my voice
cracking as I look at them trying not to cry.

Fuck, I never cry.

Vlad and Kon stare at me, nodding and turning to look at Wynter.

“Let me pull that curtain for privacy,” Death says, looking at me, raising his
forehead as he walks over to pull the curtain.
“Thanks, bro,” I say, walking to stand next to Wynter.

Vlad and Kon stand around Wynter’s bed, looking at her. We link our hands
to bind our powers, and instantly I can feel the energy surge through my
body, just like it did before the fucking curse.
Vlad and Kon look at me; their eyes widen as they feel our powers flow
through our connection.

Hell yes, we are producing the energy to heal my Baby. We wave our hands
over her body, healing her. I place my hand on the baby, closing my eyes,
feeling, and listening to my little man. I know we’re having a boy because I
can feel it in my heart.
My little baby kicks my hand, sending a warm emotion through my chest,
spreading up my throat, closing my throat, making it hard to swallow. I
close my eyes, feeling my baby movements, and I can’t stop the
overwhelming emotions coursing through my body; my eyes tear up.

I’m such a pussy.

It takes us a little longer than usual because she has a lot of injuries and
uses all of our power.

A few minutes later, we stop when Medic pulls the curtain to enter.
“I have the supplies that I need,” Medic says, looking at my brothers.

“Medic, these are my brothers Vlad and Kon,” I say, crossing my arms.
“Hi, good to meet you. Blood, I need you to step aside so I can work on
Wynter and the Baby,” Medic says, moving to inject some medication into
the IV.

“Ok,” I say, lifting my chin at my brothers.

They follow me out of the medic room into the clubhouse.

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The main clubhouse is fucking chaos; the bros are running around cleaning
up and doing repairs. I can’t believe that those motherfuckers caused so
much damage. But, I know that War is not going to wait to get vengeance.
So, I turn to my brothers, lifting my chin, directing them to the bar.

“Brothers, let’s get a beer at the bar. I want to introduce my MC brothers,” I

say, walking towards the bar.

“Dionisie, you’re fucking around here,” Vlad says, running his hand
through his hair.

“Vlad, don’t get your panties all twisted. He’s happy, and he’s with his
soulmate. So let him enjoy this moment in time while he can,” Kon says
softly.

Of fuckingcourse we speak in a very low tone; the humans can’t hear. I

scrunch my face up, giving Vlad a cold irritated look.

“I can’t fucking believe that you’re so uptight that you can’t see that this
moment is absolfuckinluty important to me. I pray that you would be so
lucky as to meet your soulmate. But, don’t forget to take time to look
because we have the curse to break! I’ve done my part; now it’s time for
you two fuckers to step up,” I say, shaking my head.

“Dionisie, calm down. I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m pleased that you’re
happy, and I’m going to make time to search for my soulmate,” Vlad says,
nodding.

“Bloody hell chap, I pray you do,” Kon says, stopping next to me at the bar.

I nod at the prospect Brick that’s working the bar, tilting my head, calling
him over.

“Hey,” Brick says, resting his hands on the counter.

“Brick, get me three beers,” I say, leaning against the bar countertop.

“Yea,” Brick says, walking away.

“Dionisie, interesting place,” Vlad says, crossing his arms looking around.

“Brother, it’s amazing living with the bros, and I’m fucking happy,
especially since I claimed my woman,” I say, nodding, lowering my eyelids,
looking at Vlad and Kon's persona.

I look at my brothers, and they’re fucking looking like they don’t belong
here. I hope that the bros don’t notice that they look fucking loaded.

Of fuckingcourse, I never really thought about it since I’m so fucking used

to it. I don’t need the bros asking tons of questions.

“Indeed, update, since we’re here. Sasha is trading places with me; I’m
returning to Vegas with Vlad,” Kon says, nodding.

“Okay, is Sasha doing good,” I ask, raising my eyebrows.

“Blood,” Brick says, placing the beers on the countertop.

“Thanks,” I say, grabbing the beer bottles, handing them to my brothers.

I take a long pull because, holy fuck, I’m fucking stressed. I’m not going to
relax until I’m able to talk to my Baby. I know that she will be okay with
the turning and healing that we performed, but hell if I’m not anxious.

“Blood, how’s Wynter? Death advised that these are your brothers. We want
to meet them since we’re family,” War says, stopping, crossing his arms.

Death, Scorpion, and Vicious are flanking War, looking at my brothers.

“War, Medic is still treating Wynter. Of fuckingcourse, bros, these are my

brothers Vlad and Kon,” I say, turning my lips, puffing out my chest
proudly.

“Vlad, Kon, these are my bros, War, Death, Scorpion, and Vicious. Of
course, they’re also Wynter’s blood brothers,” I say, nodding.

“It’s a pleasure,” Vlad says, extending his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” Kon says, extending his hand.

They shake hands, and of fuckingcourse, the bros are assessing each other. I
take another pull of my beer.

“Hey, hi, nice to meet you,” the bros say, nodding.

“We just dropped in to say hi,” Vlad says, holding the beer bottle in his
hands.

“Fuckingtastic, I’m glad to meet Blood’s brothers. I just wanted to meet

you, but I need to take care of some issues. I hope that next time we can
have dinner,” War says, turning up his lips.

“Indeed,” Vlad says, nodding.

“Sounds good,” Kon says, sliding his hand into his slacks' pocket.

“Later, bye, good-bye,” the bros say, walking away.

“Dionisie, we need to leave. We have many transactions to review, but our

Sire has some findings that he would like to impart. I’ll advise you when
I’m informed,” Vlad huffs, placing the beer bottle on the countertop.

“Indeed, say hi to Sasha,” I say, nodding.

“Will do, take care,” Kon says, smirking.

My brothers walk across the room; I look around the room at the bros,
checking them out until they’re out the door.

“Fucker, those dudes look filthy rich,” Taz says, standing next to me.

“Yeah, they are,” I say, pulling out my cigarette box.

I offer Taz one, he takes it, and I take one, lighting us up. I take a drag,
inhaling deeply, closing my eyes for a moment.

“Who the fuck are they,” Taz says, taking a drag.

I exhale, making a few smoke rings, then I look at Brick, signaling him
over.

“They’re my blood brothers,” I say, watching his reaction closely.

Brick walks over with a beer, placing it next to me. Then, he gathers the
empty beer bottles.

“Brick, get me a shot of tequila. VP, do you want one,” I say, looking at
Taz, lifting my chin.

“Yeah,” Taz says, nodding.

“This night has been a fucking shitshow,” I grunt, taking a pull of my beer.

“Absolfuckinluty clusterfuck. I’m fucking glad that nobody got killed in

this fucking attack,” Taz says, looking around the clubhouse.

“Fucking hell, it was brutal,” I say, grabbing the tequila shot from Brick.

Of fuckingcourse, I drink it down, and Taz does the same.

“Motherfucker, what the fuck are you doing here if you’re so damn
wealthy? I mean, it looks like they’re rolling in Benjamin’s,” Taz huffs,
shaking his head.

“Bro, the Benjamins are not everything, and I love the Wicked Warriors
MC, the bros,” I say, taking another drag.

“That’s fucking insane, but I get it,” Taz says, nodding.

“What’s happening,” I ask, looking around the room.

“The bros are fixing the clubhouse, and Medi is treating all the injuries.
We’re going to plan the attack because the motherfuckers are going to pay
for what they’ve done. So, it’s not only about the Benjamins that they stole,
fuck no, but it's also about the family,” Taz says, taking a drag.

“Damn straight, bro,” I say, nodding.

A few hours later.

It’s the early hours of the morning, and the clubhouse is finally quiet. I walk
into Medic’s room to see Wynter. She’s still sleeping; I lean, kissing her
temple, resting my hand on the baby.

Baby kicks my hand, and that right there makes my soul soar, and I can’t
help but smile.

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Blood

The next day.

The morning rays filter through the blinds in our room, touching my face. I
open one eye to check on Wynter, thank fuck she’s still sleeping.

She’s been sleeping a lot, but that’s because she’s still healing. She’s
fucking lucky that she’s alive. The extent of injuries was life-threatening.

Fuck!

It’s been a few days since the attack.

It’s Absolfuckinluty pure luck that I healed her somewhat right after the
explosion.

I still feel the doubts, the regrets in turning her, but it was the best decision I
ever made. Now that I have turned Wynter, I need to monitor her, to ensure
that she’s doing okay because she will need to drink some ambrosia soon
for nourishment. Plus, the baby is taking a lot of her nutrition.

Fucking hell, she can’t get weak because I don’t want her to feel the effects
of the bloodthirst. But, of course, everyone is affected differently, so I’m
monitoring Wynter very closely.

Of fuckingcourse I need to tell her that I turned her but fuck, I’m a pussy.

I’ve never feared anything in my entire life, but I fear losing Wynter.

She’s my world.

She’s my everything.

Fuck, she’s my eternity.

I move my hand, moving the lock of hair from her face, leaning in to kiss
her temple. She’s the most precious being in my world.

Wynter opens her beautiful warm eyes, smiling, making me so damn happy.
I haven’t seen her smile in days.

“Baby, how are you feeling today,” I ask, running my hand over her tummy.

I love feeling the baby kicks; I feel a connection with him.

“I’m feeling better. But, oh my God, I thought that you were going to get
killed,” Wynter says, teary-eyed.

“Baby, I can’t get killed. I thought that you were going to leave me. The
injuries that you had were life-threatening,” I say, running my hand up her
arm.

“What do you mean, life-threatening? I’m here in our room and not at the
hospital. How can that be possible,” Wynter asks, furrowing her forehead?

“I have something important to tell you, and I hope you keep an open
mind,” I say, taking her hand in mine, lacing our fingers.

“What is it,” Wynter asks, looking at me; her eyes roam over my face.

“Baby, I’m not human. I’m a vampire,” I say, gazing into her eyes,
watching for fear and disgust.
“Oh please, stop joking around. A vampire, really, pleeeease,” Wynter
scoffs, shaking her head.

I lean in, taking her lips in a deep kiss because I fucking need her. She’s so
damn sassy, and that means she’s feeling good.

I pull back, stare at her, shaking my head.

“Baby, I am a vampire, and the reason that you and the baby didn’t die is
because I turned you and healed you with the help of my bros Vlad and
Kon. They came to the clubhouse to help me heal you with our hands,” I
say, gazing into her eyes.

My heart stops and starts pounding because I’m fucking scared to lose her
now if she hates me.

“Uh, . . . . wow, are you serious,” Wynter asks, blinking.

“Baby, yes, I’m serious. Being a vampire means that I need to drink blood
as nourishment. It’s like medication; it’s rich, an iron supplement to help
blood conditions such as anemia. It helps with the quality of life; it’s a
substance that sustains my energy,” I say, gazing into her eyes.

I’m fucking scared, like never before.

What if Wynter doesn’t understand.

What if she hates me for saving her life and mating?

Yeah, mating me is more than just an Old Lady; it’s eternity. It’s her now
being a vampire, tied to me in eternal love.

“Fucking hell, does that mean that I need to drink blood? Am I going to kill
to survive? What about the baby? Oh my God! You’re fucking joking!
You’re out in the sun all the fucking time, and you sleep only at night as we
all do. So, yeah, good one,” Wynter says, shaking her head.

“Yeah, Baby, I’m fucking serious. I turned you, and soon you will need to
drink some ambrosia,” I say, inhaling deeply.
Wynter stops laughing; she stares at me wide-eyed.

“Well fuck, I will need to drink blood,” Wynter asks, raising her eyebrows,
moving her eyes, looking all over. I can see her thinking, the moment that
she believes.

“Fuck me; I’m a vampire. So, does that mean I’m going to live forever,”
Wynter asks, pursing her lips into a perfect ‘o’?

“Yeah, you’re my soulmate for eternity,” I say, nodding, watching her

closely.

“Fuck, this is incredible! I don’t know if I’m happy or if I should be sad, but
I do know that I want to live and love you for eternity,” Wynter says, her
lips turn up into a huge smile.

“Fuckingtastic! I’m so happy that you’re okay with me turning you! I was
so afraid that you would hate me,” I say, swallowing.

“Baby, I love you forevermore,” Wynter says, moving into my side.

“I love you for eternity,” I say, pulling her into my arms.

Later in the day.

War whistles in the clubhouse, looking fucking furious.

“Church, now,” War roars, stomping to the Chapel.

We all follow, filing into the room taking our seats.

“Church is now in session! It has been verified. The motherfuckers, the

Satanic Bastards MC attack was because we have their VP and Enforcer.

Scorpion heard them yell at the time of the attack!

‘Wicked Warriors, this is a warning! We’re returning to get our VP and
Enforcer’

This is fucking urgent; we need to get an attack tonight. The motherfuckers

kidnapped Autumn and Candy!

Motherfuckers attacked Bolt and Spook, the two prospects that were
guarding Autumn and Candy at the store while they were getting some
supplies,” War growls, curling his fingers into a tight fist.

“What the fuck! Those motherfuckers took Candy,” Taz yells, pushing off
his chair.

“The motherfuckers didn’t kill them, but they did shoot them in the leg so
they couldn’t follow them,” War roars, looking around the room.

“Let’s go get them,” Taz shouts, pacing around the room.

“Bros, get ready to go to war,” War yells.

“Aye,” the bros yell, nodding.

“Church is over! Disperse! One for all,” War shouts, pushing off his chair
pumping his fist.

“Wicked Warriors Whole,” the bro's roar, pushing off their chairs, pumping
their fist.

We all walk out of the Chapel to get ready again.

I watch Taz look fucking stressed out, like if he’s going to have a fucking
heart attack.

I grab his arm, stopping him from talking to him.

“Bro, are you okay,” I ask, looking at his wild eyes.

“Motherfuckers took my woman,” Taz growls, shaking his head.

“What, your woman? Autumn,” I ask, furrowing my forehead.

“Of fuckingcourse not, Autumn! Candy is my woman, and I can’t lose her
too,” Taz says, in a low tone, looking around the room.

“Fuck, get a grip, and let’s go get them,” I say, nodding.

“Right, let’s get them,” Taz says, looking fucking crazed.

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