Page 3 of Protected by the Vampire

“I was with Spade when Soren gave him the card. You’re going to let my friend in to see your boss. Yeah?”

“Fine,” he clipped before opening the door, and the music hit my ears.

Damn, the insulation on this place must be top-tier.

“Thanks, Riker,” I said.

“Welcome, bye-bye.”

After he ended the call, I pocketed my phone and stepped through the entrance, which led me to a long, dim hallway. I glanced back to see Danny disappearing into the room on the left of the entrance.

What the hell had Riker done to scare that big prick?

Actually, I didn’t give a flying fuck. All that mattered was that Riker helped me get inside the building.

My heart knocked against my ribs as I approached the door at the end.

I pushed through and gaped.

“Fuck me,” I muttered. I didn’t realize that this place had two levels. I didn’t know what was upstairs, but downstairs was pure class.

Dark colors with splashes of red were everywhere. There were two bars—one on each side of the large room—and in the middle were tables and chairs surrounding a dance floor. To the far end there were booths, blocked off by a thin see-through curtain to give the illusion of privacy.

“Holy motherfucking shit,” I muttered when I focused on the people instead of the place. The wait staff walked around half naked while carrying trays. Class and topless people… I fucking liked it. Plus, there were people dancing, touching, and flirting all over the place.

And then there were some who made their way upstairs or down while holding hands and sharing heated looks.

Is this a sex club?

I mean, it made sense. Soren oozed sex appeal.

Swallowing thickly, I moved over to the bar on the right side, trying to take it all in. Though there wasn’t a vehicle out front, the place was packed, and, like I said, the people barely wore anything. Though there were some dressed to impress.

I was in jeans, tee, and my club cut, with well-worn boots on my feet.

I stuck out like a sore thumb.

Fuck.

Trying not to cringe, I slipped to the side and claimed the only empty seat at the end of the bar. While I waited to be served, I took another look around. A lot of the patrons were ridiculously attractive— I was talking out-of-this-world hot.

Then there were the other kind… scary motherfuckers.

The ones who had every instinct I possessed screaming at me to look away. One glance was enough to set off alarm bells in my head, and I found myself fixing my attention elsewhere before they noticed I was staring.

I’d always thought my club was dangerous. Hell, we had a reputation around town for a reason.

But, for some fucked-up reason, I had a feeling we were pussy cats compared to some of the people in here.

The hairs on the back of my neck rose.

I wanted to run.

My gut told me to.

“Hey, what can I get you?”

The woman appeared out of thin air on the other side of the bar and had me jolting back as I blurted, “Ah, bourbon with cola.” With a quick glance, I noticed her tits were perky and pretty, and she seemed unbothered by displaying them. Hell, I should be used to seeing near-naked people, because the club girls liked to wear next to nothing, but this place felt different. Charged. Like the air itself was thick with lust, desire, and want.