Free The Nightlife: London (Urban Fantasy Romance) (The Nightlife Series) by Travis Luedke

Mike’s stomach and ripped out his
intestines.
    The sight of them filled him with awe, reverence and fear
all at once.
    How could she be alive?  No one could survive thirteen shots
at point blank range.
    “I see you know them.”  Bresnik eyed him smugly.
    Mike swallowed down his confusion and breathed deep, trying
for some measure of composure.  “Yes.  Only the young man and blonde.  I don’t
know the others.”
    His thoughts raced over all the possibilities for how to deal
with them.  The two vampires together were far more than he could handle.  He’d
seen the slaughter they were capable of in Las Vegas, what Michelle alone was
capable of.  He couldn’t take them by himself.  Plus, they had friends who
seemed just as formidable.  Especially the big guy with the build of a
professional wrestler.  That man moved like a seasoned combat veteran:
confident, fearless, lethal.
    Mike needed all the help he could get.  He needed the
Keljmendi clan.
    “These two, Aaron and Michelle,” he pointed at them on the
screen, “they are here for me.  But I believe they may have business in London
as well.  I don’t know the other two women or the big guy.  I have never seen
them before.”
    Bresnik just watched him quietly, and then revealed a new
piece of the puzzle.  “The large man is Russian.  I suspect he is the one in
charge.”
    Mike frowned, not knowing what to make of this.  Bresnik
waited.
    Mike sighed.  He would have to give this man something more
to go on.  “I followed Aaron and Michelle from Las Vegas to Paris.  But it was
too dangerous.  I abandoned the investigation.”  Mike pulled out his private investigator
license from the State of Nevada and showed it to Bresnik.  “Don’t let their
appearance fool you.  Aaron and Michelle are killers.  Your men are lucky to be
alive.  These two killed a group of Colombians in Vegas, along with my client,
the head of security at Caesars Palace.”  Mike would give Bresnik the truth
that he needed, the truth he could understand.
    “I am supposed to believe these fucking supermodels with
their Russian pimp are killers?  Brawlers, yes.  Maybe a boxer?  This one is
very fast.”  He pointed at Aaron frozen in a grainy black and white image. 
“What proof do you have of these things?”
    Mike had hoped it wouldn’t come to this.  He hated aligning
himself with this kind of man.  There is rarely any true benefit to be had from
getting cozy with mafia, especially the Albanian mafia.
    But, there seemed no way around it.  If he wanted these men
to solve his problem, he would have to give them a reason.  Like a good
soldier, Mike had come prepared for the worst.  He reached into his pocket and
pulled out a USB flash drive and handed it to Bresnik.  “That’s video I filmed
in the desert of Vegas.  You can see Aaron and Michelle as they burned the
bodies of the Colombians.  They stole the cocaine and the money, several
kilos.”
    Bresnik perked up.  “You think they brought it here, to
London?”  He plugged the USB flash drive into the side of the monitor and
clicked through to the video of Aaron and Michelle tossing corpses on a
bonfire.
    Mike shrugged.  “I don’t know.  It’s possible.  They could
be trying to set up shop here.”
    Bresnik’s eyes never left the video.  The Albanian watched
the vampires burn the bodies of the dead, standing there looking like a pair of
underwear models, slim and trim, young and beautiful.
    Bresnik scratched the stubble on his unshaven face and
slipped his fingers through black, greasy lanks of hair.  He scrutinized Mike
closely.  “So, why are they playing with Russians?  Maybe the Russian is
helping them move the coke?”
    “That would make sense.”  Mike nodded.
    He watched the conclusions forming on Bresnik’s face.  He
had a pretty good idea of a man like Bresnik’s thought process.  The Albanian
probably wanted Aaron and Michelle’s heads on a platter, simple revenge.