Darkest Sinner (The Dark Ones Saga 5) - Page 7

We had a hell of a Non-disclosure agreement.

Then again, they were so high on our blood that they just nodded and walked out the door where our vampire security made sure they never remembered a thing.

It was working.

So why was I getting a call?

“Listen, someone came in asking for a job…” Saint grunted.

“We have enough people,” I barked in a loud voice as I took the exit, waited at the stoplight and then hit the accelerator toward the Pier.

“That’s what I said, but Tarek felt bad, and he—”

“Is Tarek suddenly making himself the manager?”

“No, but he is quite… persuasive.”

I just bet he was.

“I’m pulling up now.”

Rage filled me, feeding the darkness within as I slammed the door and stomped past security into the dimly lit bar with its loud pumping music and sweaty bodies, people all touching one another on the dance floor. Standing room only, why was I not surprised?

Like I said, we were like a drug to humans; once they were in, they were known to dance until we kicked them out.

Something about us just called to them.

They thought it was the beauty on the outside.

Joke was on them, because it was the ugliness on the inside that called, the darkness that matched their own. People are under the assumption that they’re only attracted to good.

Spoiler alert.

Humans are fallen.

Meaning they’re equally attracted to pure evil.

I grinned at that, even though I knew I shouldn’t. My blue eyes searched the grinding bodies and finally stopped when I saw Tarek wave a huge hand in my direction.

The guy was at least six foot three and had long brown hair he pulled into a man bun that made me roll my eyes every time I had to look at him. He was a Scottish hippy in an American bar.

I had to hand it to him.

The guy raked in the tips every time he opened his bloody mouth.

“Tarek.” I dug my fingernails into the wooden bar and then scratched into it a very graphic design of me hanging him over a tree and using a baseball bat to show him why hiring without my decision was a poor choice in life.

He just grinned down at the little fingernail drawing and said, “That’s cute.”

“You’re a pain in the ass.” A growl thundered in my chest earning cautious looks from people nearby. I gave my head a shake as the red threatened to take over my line of vision. “You’ve been here a week and already you’ve fired two people and then hired a person… Who died and gave you my job, because I’m pretty sure my heart’s still beating.”

“Pretty sure or sure-sure?” His eyes narrowed.

I let out an annoyed sigh. “I’m alive, which is more than I can say about you if you don’t explain yourself in the next three seconds.”

He gave me a smug grin. “So there was this woman…”

“Well shit, by all means, give her the keys to the place!” I roared, just as a short pixie looking thing rounded the corner, she had blue streaks in her hair, a nose piercing, and was wearing a tiny tank top paired with cut off shorts and red cowboy boots.

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